You know that feeling when you have waited too long to read a really good book. I’m living that now. I’ve had Thornhedge since it came out and I already know I love T. Kingfisher.  But no, I waited on this. The story that this woman can put in 111 pages. It’s sweet, it’s uplifting, it’s happy, it’s fascinating. Let the adjectives continue. This is a sleeping beauty retelling that imagines a different villain and a different reason for beauty to sleep. It dares to say that beauty can be ugly, and commonness can be beautiful. It weaves a story we know into a culture we don’t to produce a story that will want to be read repeatedly.