{A Twist in the Tale} BEASTLY BEAUTY by Jennifer Donnelly

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 ONCE UPON A TIME and ever since, a key turned in a rusted lock, and a woman stepped into a small and dismal cell.
   Her gown, the color of ashes, hung off her shoulders like a shroud. Her hair, styled high on her head, was as black as ebony. Her dark eyes glittered; their gaze pulled at whomever it fell upon, sucking them in like a whirlpool.
   Across the room, a high window, shaped like a half-moon, was filled with midnight, yet the room was not without light. A wan glow suffused it, like that of a single candle.
   It came from a child.

You can read the Prologue and entirety of Chapter One in the Excerpt below!


(Page 1, US hardcover edition)


BEASTLY BEAUTY has been one of my most-anticipated books of the spring. When Jennifer Donnelly's STEPSISTER came out, I fell madly in love. I had my ARC all tabbed up (I rarely use page flags) and there were so many glittering sentences I wanted to clutch to my chest an hold onto. It had a grit to the loveliness that I've been craving ever since Sarah Cross stopped publishing her Beau Rivage series when her publisher went under -- that old-school fairy tale feel that is just perfection (Because when you think about it, fairy tales are so lovely, but also not very nice at all!). I also love the way Donnelly's books twist up fate and breath life into beings such as Hope and Luck and everyone who controls the destiny of mortals like it's a game between them.  It was such an honor getting a chance to meet Donnelly when her publisher Scholastic brought her through my area on tour and getting to gush about STEPSISTER. At the time, Donnelly told us there were more retellings in store for us, but couldn't say what. Eventually, she released POISONED, which I also enjoyed, and its ending made me hope there would be more. Those two books came out a year apart in 2019 and 2020. Now, five years later, we have been given the loveliest surprise as Donnelly returns to this realm with BEASTLY BEAUTY, a gender-bent retelling of Beauty and the Beast that still has all the elements I loved about the earlier titles while also managing to once again turn the story on its head in a new way.




What makes someone beastly? In past retellings of Beauty and the Beast, the beast has always done truly horrendous, atrocious deeds and must repent and learn kindness and humility. But this is a gender-bent retelling. While girls can also have a beastly demeanor that lands them in hot water, what if there was more to it? What if a girl lived in a time where very demure things were expected of her? Where she shouldn't have any ambitions other than becoming a homemaker and filling her days with needlecraft and raising children? Girls who strived for more were seen as unseemly and what would happen if one tried to break free of her constraints...and was punished severely? 

Another aspect of beauty we never consider is how the one who is always called "beautiful" or "handsome" might feel. Some will take it as their due and use it to their advantage. Others might feel as though they will never be more than just a pretty face or are never taking seriously because if you are beautiful, how can you also be smart? While we see so many books where there is more to a beautiful girl than what meets the eye, we seldom get one from the beautiful boy's perspective.

I really like the way Donnelly twisted up our pre-conceptions and explored them, which is exactly what should be done in a fairy tale about, well, pre-conceptions. These characters really have to work on themselves and go through character growth as the novel progresses. Readers may not love either character at first, but as we chisel deeper beneath the surface and see what makes them tick, we begin to embrace them more and more and become deeply rooted in their journey.

 It was also really interesting to see how she played with Fate and personified characters this time around. I always want to see more  of these pieces and get excited anew each time one pops up. I don't want to say too much hear and spoil things because this time around, they are even more entwined in the story itself and play a more intricate role.

I'm going to come back and finish this review in a couple of days because I am only about half-way through. I have had a lot going on this month (including starting grad school next week!) and haven't had much time or energy to rad a lot. While I could have speed read and had a full review for you today, I really wanted to read slowly and savor this one because I have been looking forward to it for so long! And of course, I was too tired to continue last night just as things really started picking up and getting going, so I'm looking forward to diving back in tonight!

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EXCERPT



Excerpt from 
BEASTLY BEAUTY
by Jennifer Donnelly

 

Excerpt for Rockstar Book Tours

 


 



Prologue


Once upon a time and ever since, a key turned in a rusted lock, and a  woman stepped into a small and dismal cell. 


Her gown, the color of ashes, hung off her shoulders like a shroud.  Her hair, styled high on her head, was as black as ebony. Her dark eyes  glittered; their gaze pulled at whomever it fell upon, sucking them in like  a whirlpool. 


Across the room, a high window, shaped like a half-moon, was filled  with midnight, yet the room was not without light. A wan glow suffused  it, like that of a single candle. 


It came from a child. 


She was gazing up at the window, her hands clasped behind her back.  “Lady Espidra, always a pleasure,” she said at length, turning to face the  woman. 


Her pink dress, once pretty, was dirty and torn. Her hair, so blond  it was almost white, was wild. Her face was open and frank. Anyone  glimpsing it would guess she was nine or ten years of age, except for her  eyes, which were as ancient as the stars. 


Lady Espidra set her lantern down on a table. She opened the small  wooden box she was carrying. “Shall we play? To pass a bit of time?” she  asked, taking out a deck of cards. “How long has it been since we last  chatted, you and I? A year? Two?” 


“Twenty-five.” 


Lady Espidra laughed. It was an ugly, jangling sound, like shattered  glass raining down. “Ah, it’s true what mortals say—the days are long  and the years are short.” 


She placed the deck faceup on the table, then fanned it expertly. The  cards were yellowed at their edges but beautifully illustrated. The kings,  queens, and jacks were framed by a thin line of black. Rich pigments  colored their robes. Their golden crowns sparkled; their silver swords  gleamed. 


The queen of hearts blinked and stretched. Then she glimpsed the queen of spades, who was next to her, and waved excitedly. The queen  of spades gasped, then laughed. She reached a hand to the frame sur rounding her and pushed at it. Gently at first. Then harder. Until she  was beating her fists against it. 


The king of diamonds placed a hand over his heart and gazed with  anguished longing at his queen. The queen of clubs, stuck between two  numbered cards, stared listlessly ahead of herself. 


Espidra seemed not to notice their distress. She briskly gathered the  cards, shuffled them, and dealt two hands. 

But the child noticed. 


“Poor things,” she said, picking up her cards. “Imprisoned in their  boxes, just like the mortals who drew them.” 

“A box is the best place for mortals,” Espidra retorted. “It keeps them  out of trouble.” 


Espidra looked at her cards and smiled; she’d dealt herself an excel lent hand. As she arranged them in order of rank, the queen of clubs  blew a fervent kiss to the handsome jack of hearts. The king of clubs saw  her do it. His smile crumpled. He gripped his sword in both hands and,  with an anguished cry, plunged it into his heart. The queen turned at  the sound, then screamed when she saw what he’d done. Blood flowed  from the king’s wound. It pattered onto the bottom of the frame, spilled out of a crack in the corner, and dripped onto Espidra’s withered fingers.  She slapped the cards down on the table, scowling, and wiped the blood  off on her skirt. 


“Such a lovely way you have about you,” the child said. “Why have  you come? Surely it wasn’t to play cards.” 


“Of course it was,” Espidra said. “I like a challenge when I play, and no  one bluffs like you do.” 

“Liar.” 


Espidra shot the girl a baleful look. “All right, then. I wish to offer you  a deal.” 


“Ah, now we have the truth. What kind of a deal?” the child asked. “Leave this place. Do not come back.” 

“What do you offer me in return?” 


“Your life.” 


A slow smile spread across the child’s face. “Why, Lady Espidra, you  are afraid.” 


Espidra flapped a hand at her. “Me, afraid? Of you? Don’t be absurd.” “You would not offer me this deal otherwise.” 


“Yes, I would. Because I wish to be rid of you, and you would be wise  to accept my offer. The girl is beaten. She has given up. She merely bides  her time now, waiting for the end.” 


Pain sliced across the child’s features at the mention of the girl.  Espidra saw it. She leaned forward. “You cannot win. The clock winds  down. The story is over.” 


The child lifted her chin. “Almost, but not quite.” 


Her words were like a torch to straw. Espidra smacked the cards off  the table. She shot up out of her chair; the legs screeched over the stone  floor. 


“You are nothing but a trickster,” she hissed, jabbing a bony finger  at the child. “You come and go, as careless as the wind, leaving a trail of broken mortals in your wake. But I stay. I am here for them after you  abandon them, with my arms wide open, my embrace as deep—” “As a freshly dug grave.” 


Lady Espidra looked as if she would like to wrap her hands around  the child’s thin neck and snap it. “You will be sorry you did not take my  offer,” she said. 


“This cell will not hold me forever.” 


“Big words from a small girl. I hope you enjoy the darkness.” The door clanged shut. The key turned in the lock. 

Espidra’s footsteps receded, and silence descended once more, suffocating and cruel. 


The child sat, motionless and alone, her head bent, her fists clenched. Trying to remember the light. 



― One ―



“I’m freezing my balls off,” grumbled Rodrigo. “Hungry as hell, too.  What about you, boy?” 


Beau didn’t reply. He couldn’t; his teeth were chattering too hard. Icy  rain needled his face. It plastered his hair to his skull and dripped from  his earlobes. 


The storm had swept down upon the thieves as they’d ridden out of  the merchant’s lands. It howled ferociously now, scouring the rocky hill around them, tangling itself in the branches of the bare black trees. It seemed to Beau as if the thrashing limbs were warning them, wav ing them back. But back to what? They were lost. Riding with their heads  bent against the driving rain, they’d missed the trail to the mountains.  To the border. To safety. 


Raphael was certain that if they just kept heading south, they’d find  their way. A few more miles . . . a little bit farther . . . he kept saying. They’d  passed ruined cottages, a deserted village. They’d ridden through dense  woods and crossed a river, but still could not find the path. 


Beau hunched down in his wet coat now, seeking comfort and  warmth, but found neither. 


“What’s the matter, Romeo? Missing Her Ladyship’s pretty smile?”  Rodrigo asked. He was riding on Beau’s left. 

“Look at him, melting in the rain like he was made of sugar!” taunted  Miguel from Beau’s right. He leaned in close and grinned, revealing a  mouthful of rotten teeth. “That pretty face is your fortune, but what hap pens if I carve it up, eh?” He pulled out his dagger. 


“What happens is that Raphael carves you up, you fool, since my face  is also his fortune,” Beau replied. 

“Poodle,” Miguel grumbled, sheathing his blade. “All you do is beg  rich women for treats and kisses while we do the hard work.” 


“Begging for treats and kisses is hard work,” Beau said. He pictured his mistress now. Former mistress. She was older than he  was, but not by much. Married to a man who only loved his money. She  hadn’t given Beau this information; he was a thief—he’d stolen it. He’d  taken the sorrow in her smile, the hunger in her eyes, the ache in her  voice, and he’d used them. Just as she’d used him. 


“Oh, you beautiful thing,” she’d whispered to him last night, tracing  the line of his jaw with her finger. 

He’d been standing in her bedchamber, looking at the books on her night table. His eyes had lit up when he’d seen Candide. “I’ve read everything Voltaire’s written,” he said, turning to her excitedly, thinking he’d found a kindred spirit, someone—the only one—in  his life he could talk to about a book. “Could I borrow this? Just for a day  or two? I’m a fast reader.” 


But his mistress had only laughed at him. “You’re just a servant,  boy. I don’t pay you to read. Or talk,” she’d said, pulling the book from  his hands. Then she’d tugged at the ribbon that bound his dark hair  and caught her breath as it tumbled around his shoulders. A moment  later, her lips were on his, and the things he’d wanted to say, the  thoughts he’d wanted to share about books and ideas, turned to ashes  on his tongue. 


Beau pictured her face as she’d learned that her servant was gone,  and her fine emerald ring with him, and remorse pinched him like a  pair of borrowed boots. He fought it, telling himself that her husband  was wealthy; he’d buy her another ring. He almost believed it. 


The ring was nestled safely inside a slit he’d made behind a button  on his jacket—a place where its contours couldn’t be felt. Raphael often  patted them down after a job, all of them, and Beau had seen him beat a  man bloody for keeping back a single coin. The ring would buy him the  thing he wanted most: a way out. For himself, for Matteo. 


The boy had been unwell the last time Beau had seen him, listless and  pale, with a rackety cough. A fever. It will pass, Sister Maria-Theresa had  said. Beau had written to her two weeks ago, to ask if his little brother  was better, and just that afternoon he’d received a reply, but he’d tucked  the letter inside his jacket unopened. There had been no time to read it.  Not with the robbery planned for that very night. 


“It’s not fair. I could be the inside man. Why not?” said Miguel, breaking into Beau’s thoughts, jutting his chin at him. “What does he have that  I don’t have?” 

“Teeth,” said Rodrigo. 


“Hair,” said Antonio. 


“A bar of soap,” said Beau. 


Miguel threw him a venomous look. “I’ll get you, boy. When you least  expect it. Then we’ll see who’s laughing. Then we’ll—” “Shut up. Now.” 


Raphael’s words fell across the men like the crack of a whip. He was  several strides ahead of them, but Beau could still see him through the  lashing rain—with his felted black hat, water dripping from its brim,  and his sodden gray ponytail trailing down his back. His shoulders were  tensed; his head was cocked. 


An instant later, Beau heard it—the baying of hounds. Amar, his  horse, danced nervously under him. The pack likely numbered a dozen  or so, but the hills amplified their cries, making it sound as if there were  a thousand. 

“The sheriff’s men,” Rodrigo said tersely. 


Raphael gave a grim nod and galloped off. Beau and the others followed. The wet ground made for treacherous footing and they had to  work to keep their seats. The rain had let up, but a heavy mist was moving through the trees now. One minute, Beau could see the thief lord up  ahead of him; the next minute he vanished. 

Faster and faster the men rode, but the hounds still pursued them,  their cries savage and bloodthirsty. Beau’s heart slammed against his  ribs. Not now, he thought desperately. Not here. This was supposed to  be his last job. Just a few more miles, and he’d be beyond the reach  of sheriffs and jails and gallows. Beyond Raphael’s reach. Him and  Matti both. 


The baying grew louder. Amar’s nostrils flared. He surged ahead, trying to catch up to Raphael’s horse. Every second, Beau expected him to  stumble over a fallen limb or break his leg in a ditch. He could see lather on the animal’s neck; he could hear him panting. They would have to  surrender. The horses couldn’t keep going. 

And then came a shriek that severed the night like a saber. “Hold up!” Raphael shouted. “Nobody move!” It was his horse that  had made the awful sound. He was rearing, his hooves slashing at the  air. Beau, right behind him, only had a split second to halt Amar. “Whoa! Whoa, boy!” he shouted, yanking on the reins. The bit caught;  the horse stopped short, snapping Beau forward like a rag doll. He  jammed his weight into his stirrups to keep from falling. The others halted behind him, jostling, swearing, their hands on their  weapons. Eyes searched for movement, but the mist blinded them. Ears  strained for sounds, but the baying had stopped. All they could hear was  the panting of their played out animals. They waited, hearts thumping,  blood surging, bodies tensed for an attack, but none came. Instead, the mist receded like a treacherous sea falling back from  jagged rocks, and the men saw a cliff, high and sheer, sweeping down  into nothingness. Raphael, perched at the very edge of it, had come  within inches of an ugly death. Yet fear, if he’d felt any, had not lingered  on his hard, scarred face. Instead, his features were fixed in a look of  astonishment—a look that only deepened as the ebbing mist revealed  what lay on the far side of the abyss. 


Beau squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again, but they were not  playing tricks. He clearly saw the things around him—the mist, the men,  their stamping horses. These things had all been there a moment ago. But the castle had not. 






Excerpt from BEASTLY BEAUTY by Jennifer Donnelly

reprinted with permission from Scholastic Press


All rights reserved.


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C O N T E N T R A T I N G S

Content Ratings: highlight between ( ) for details

Romance: TBD  ( I didn't finish yet. But there is a non-graphic allusion early on to Beau swindling his mistress into bed. )
Language: PG13  ( Several mild curses such as damn and horseshit and hell. A fpartial f-bomb (Fu-- is cut off) and name calling such as as bastards and  talking about freezing one's balls off f-bombs. A couple of craps and shits, and one character called a foul name. )
Violence: PG  ( ( So far. There is a scene with the beast early on where one thief winds up with his arm twisted at an unnatural angle and another's chest is clawed, though no death occurs. Pistols are also present as the men attempt to kill the beast.)
Other:  --
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C O V E R   D E S I G N:

While I wish the cover was black with red to match STEPSISTER and POISONED, it doesn't truly matter since they are all stand-alones despite being set in the same world.

I still like the pop of gold against white, and the white is a really pretty hue in person that won't dirty as easily as other whites might. The cover has a nice heft to it as well. 

While the cover doesn't scream "Retelling" to me like the other two do if I'm looking at it at a store until I look at the title, it still works for the book. That key on the cover is very important, and if you look at the intricate work in the key's head, you'll see a city and that is also more important than you know at first glance. I also like the way the top of the key has beastly horns if you look closely! It's very creative!
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O F F I C I A    I N F O:

Title:  BEASTLY BEAUTY
Author: Jennifer Donnelly
Release Date: May 7, 2024
Publisher: Scholastic Press
Received: For Review
 
SUMMARY:
 

*"A dreamy, sublimely written tale." -- Publishers Weekly, starred review

From New York Times bestselling, award-winning author Jennifer Donnelly comes a revolutionary, gender-swapped retelling of Beauty and the Beast that will forever change how you think about beauty, power, and what it really means to follow your heart.

What makes a girl "beastly?" Is it having too much ambition? Being too proud? Taking up too much space? Or is it just wanting something, anything, too badly?

That's the problem Arabella faces when she makes her debut in society. Her parents want her to be sweet and compliant so she can marry well, but try as she might, Arabella can't extinguish the fire burning inside her -- the source of her deepest wishes, her wildest dreams.

When an attempt to suppress her emotions tragically backfires, a mysterious figure punishes Arabella with a curse, dooming her and everyone she cares about, trapping them in the castle. As the years pass, Arabella abandons hope. The curse is her fault -- after all, there's nothing more "beastly" than a girl who expresses her anger -- and the only way to break it is to find a boy who loves her for her true self: a cruel task for a girl who's been told she's impossible to love.

When a handsome thief named Beau makes his way into the castle, the captive servants are thrilled, convinced he is the one to break the curse. But Beau -- spooked by the castle's strange and forbidding ladies-in-waiting, and by the malevolent presence that stalks its corridors at night -- only wants to escape. He learned long ago that love is only an illusion. If Beau and Arabella have any hope of breaking the curse, they must learn to trust their wounded hearts, and realize that the cruelest prisons of all are the ones we build for ourselves.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR



Jennifer Donnelly is the author of A Northern Light, which was awarded a Printz Honor and a Carnegie Medal; Revolution (named a Best Book by Amazon, Kirkus Reviews, School Library Journal, and the Chicago Public Library, and nominated for a Carnegie Medal); the Deep Blue series; and many other books for young readers, including Lost in a Book, which spent more than 20 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list. She lives in New York's Hudson Valley.  


  
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