i went to go see Beauty and The Beast again, this time with my sisters and grandma. When the Beast held Gaston over the cliff my sister whispered, with such darkness in her voice, “drop him”. and when Lefou danced with that guy my grandma squealed!
I’m a feminist, but I think that romance has been taken away a bit for my generation. I think what people connect with in novels is this idea of an overpowering, encompassing love - and it being more important and special than anything and everything else.