The lack of character development is at the root of all the rest of the problems in the novel. I might have, but her character is so underdeveloped that I can’t actually form any feelings about her. I usually receive blank stares when I mention the story. This is my favourite fairy tale! This is never anyone’s favourite. I had grand hopes, especially when Elizabeth revealed her favourite fairy tale – The Twelve Dancing Princesses. Breaking new literary ground? No, but this type of story can be pretty successful. Elizabeth and her friends of course decide that they are going to take the investigation into their own hands. Items are going missing from the repository or are losing their magic. The well of available plots is deep, but the one we get to follow falls short of its potential. Even grown up me wants to work at this place. There are rooms of wigs, kitchen utensils, clothes, but even better – there are special collections like the Grimm Collection, the Wells Bequest, the Gibson Credo, and the Lovecraft Corpus – the one that gets no attention but is the one I’m the most interested in. Through the actions of a kindly mentor, she ends up working at the New York Circulating Material Repository – a library of objects. Sound familiar? It’s not super original, but it’s not a big enough part of the storyline to seem overly clichéd. Her step-sisters are pretty rotten to her. Her step-mother makes her do all the chores. It’s not bad it’s just not fantastic.Įlizabeth is stuck in her own version of a fairy tale. It just kind of hangs out at the fork and keeps you company until you decide where you want to go. Shulman’s novel doesn’t choose one path or the other. I’ll give pretty much anything referencing their stories a fair shot. This is why The Grimm Legacy caught my attention. Dark fairy tales have always drawn me in more than the ones with happy endings. We owned the Reader’s Digest collection of traditional fairy tales – the ones where they boiled people in oil and chopped off hands and whatnot. Fairy tales were a big part of my childhood. I fall somewhere in the middle – closer to the obsession side, but not enough that I can reel off lists of obscure details.
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