Let me tell you about this super adorable kids’ book
I got it for my niece for her birthday and it’s super freaking cute, I love it!
It’s called “Interstellar Cinderella” by Deborah Underwood and illustrated by Meg Hunt.
So yeah, it’s a Cinderella story, but it’s also so much more.
Basically Cinderella fixes stuff around her step mom’s house, but really she wants to fix rocket ships!
There’s this spaceship parade that Cinderella’s family is invited to see, but she’s not allowed to go. So her Fairy Godrobot, yes that’s right God-Robot, gives her this super rad space suit and tools to fix up an old spaceship so she can go! Isn’t that fucking sweet? She fixes the spaceship herself!
So anyway, Cindy gets to the parade and meets the Prince, who’s ship is being a piece of shit, so Cindy freaking fixes it for him.
Prince takes her to the ball, and instead of dancing and romance and stuff, they bond over their mutual love of spaceships. THEY BOTH FREAKING LOVE SPACESHIPS, HOW CUTE IS THAT?!
Midnight comes, Cindy has to run off because her space suit is going to loose power, but she leaves behind not a glass slipper but her super rad socket wrench!
Prince tracks down Cindy’s family (of course she’s locked in the attic), but instead of the classic “Wear this article of clothing so I know you’re the girl I’m looking for” test, the Prince gives the stepsisters a real test: use the socket wrench to fix a broken spaceship. How badass is that?!
Anyway, of course Cindy arrives after the step sisters horribly fail, and the Prince is all “You are the coolest person ever marry me!”
But you know what Cindy does? She literally says, and I quote, “I’m far too young for marriage, but I’ll be your chief mechanic!” CHIEF. FUCKING. MECHANIC. Girl has serious game.
So Cindy goes and lives with the Prince and they spend their days fixing space ships together, the end!
I just- I love this book so much! It’s the classic fairy tale all little girls know, but with the message it’s okay to like fixing things and getting dirty, and you don’t need to marry the prince to get what you want.
It’s just super adorable, and if you have a little girl in your life you need to buy a present for I highly, HIGHLY, suggest this book! And my crappy phone pictures do not do justice the the adorable artwork.
It is time to continue our mini-series of Andrew Lang fairy books! This post will be featuring three of these beauties: The Olive Fairy Book, The Green Fairy Book, and The Yellow Fairy Book.
First up is my personal favorite, The Olive Fairy Book, which was published in 1907. The cover features two fairies: one that is the focal point of the cover design, and another smaller one riding a bat that can be seen in the lower right-hand corner. Luckily, this is another one of Lang’s fairy tales in our holdings that still has its dust cover! The back of the cover advertises the previous books in this series, along with other stories Lang edited.
Published in 1892, The Green Fairy Book was originally supposed to be the last in a three part series of fairy books by Lang. Lang states in the preface “To the Friendly Reader - This is the third, and probably the last, of the Fairy Books of many colours.” It is safe to say that the popularity of these tales attributed to the continuation of the series.
Finally, we have The Yellow Fairy Book, which was published in 1894. Along with the fairy design on the cover, this book also has a little cat and mouse image on the spine. The last illustration, which comes from The Yellow Fairy Book, is from the Estonian fairy tale “The Dragon of the North”.
In 1909, renowned English artist Arthur Rackham illustrated W. L. Courtney’s translation of Undine. The results are breathtaking, if unsurprising: Rackham was a master of his craft. The book contains 15 full color plates, and I’ve picked a few of my favorite to showcase here.
Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.
The Sea King had been a widower for many years, and his aged mother kept house for him. She was deserving of very great praise, especially for her care of the little sea-princesses, her grand-daughters. They were six beautiful children; but the youngest was the prettiest of them all; her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea.
Adrienne never wanted to be a princess. She hates fancy dinners, is uncomfortable in lavish dresses, and has never wanted to wait on someone else to save her. However, on the night of her 16th-birthday, her parents, the King and Queen, locked her away in a tower guarded by a dragon to await the rescue of some handsome prince. Now Adrienne has decided to take matters into her own hands!
Belle didn’t remember much about that night, but she remembered enough. Her father had been acting strange for weeks, and her sisters were more wicked than usual. He would go out for nights and days without returning home and without telling them where he had been. Her sisters, older and wiser, could think about theories, but Belle, being eight at the time, could only cry at night on her room, thinking that her dad had replaced them for another woman that wasn’t her mother. The truth was much worse than her naïve mind could think of. Of course, nowadays that she was older and wiser, every single piece made sense: their kitchen with no food, their clothes timeworn and dirty; no more jewelry for her sisters, no more flowers for her. Her dad’s gambling problems had caught them, and now there was no other option except trying to find money quickly. Belle didn’t know her father owed for the local circus owner. She also didn’t know the way her father had found to not be punished for his debts was to sell his youngest daughter to him. They came for her at night. But once she was there, they felt sorry for her. It wasn’t their fault her father was such a weak man. They raised her and took care of her. And when she was old enough to perform, they gave her a tent for her psych reading. She was called Beauty. The whole city came to see her, to see her gift and her magnificence. Only later, when she was sixteen, the owner came to talk to her in person. She had never seen him before, but she had heard of him: he had a deformity that gave him the name of Beast and that made him work in a freak show for years, until he could escape and start his own show. He apologized for having separated her from her family years ago, but she told him that she was happier this way; her sister were mean to her, and her dad didn’t love her. He smiled, and she didn’t understand about the mutation her friends had spoken to her about. He looked perfect to Belle.
There was a kingwho had twelve beautiful daughters. They slept in twelve beds all in one room; and when they went to bed, the doors were shut and locked up; but every morning their shoes were found to be quite worn through as if they had been danced in all night; and yet nobody could find out how it happened, or where they had been.
Then the king made it known to all the land, that if any person could discover the secret, and find out where it was that the princesses danced in the night, he should have the one he liked best for his wife, and should be king after his death; but whoever tried and did not succeed, after three days and nights, should be put to death.