Troll's-Eye View: A Book of Villainous Tales
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Everyone thinks they know the real story behind the villains in fairy tales?but the villains themselves beg to differ. In Troll?s-Eye View, you?ll hear from the Giant?s wife (?Jack and the Beanstalk?), Rumpelstiltskin, the oldest of the Twelve Dancing Princesses, and many more. A stellar lineup of authors, including Garth Nix, Jane Yolen, and Nancy Farmer, makes sure that these old stories do new tricks!
originally wanted to write about Rumplestiltskin, but that fairy-tale villain was already taken, so he chose his next favorite story instead. “In Western folk literature,” says Peter, “guys named Jack tend to be the quick, clever ones—the con artists. Toms tends to be the fools—as in the piper’s son who stole a pig and got caught and thrashed for it—the victim, or even the madman, as in King Lear and the magnificent ‘Tom a’Bedlam’s Song.’ (Not to mention Tom Tit-Tot, who’s a Yorkshire version of
plants, animals, and people he enjoys observing on the Hawaiian island where he lives. Cardinal Points: Poems on St. Louis Cardinals Baseball celebrates his favorite baseball team. Imaginary Museum: Poems on Art describes the paintings he likes best. He is now writing poems about fairy tales. Joseph wrote about “Puss in Boots” for this book because he thinks that the smart cat in that story would outsmart even his master. He thinks this because he has a cat at home named Kenny who always
fledged and ready to fly. The big man looked them over. He tried to bring his face up close, but the young ravens cawed raucously and pecked at him with their strong, yellow beaks. He jerked back, cursing, and pulled his hunting knife out of his pocket. Three of the ravens kept cawing and pecking; the fourth hopped onto the edge of the nest and spread its wings. Nick’s uncle grabbed it before it could take off. “This one,” he said. Nick struggled to shake off his uncle’s embrace. But when Mr.
conducive to deep thought. “She’s one of the Bad Old Ones come back,” said Jenny finally. The Witch wrinkled her nose. “Possibly. Even if she is, she’s still a guest.” “We could ask for help,” suggested Jenny tentatively. “I mean, if she is one of the Bad Old Ones reborn . . . we could ask Decima and Nones and perhaps that smith by the crossroad. . . .” “No,” said the Witch. “That would show weakness. I am not weak.” “It would show common sense,” said Jenny. “Shush,” said the Witch. “I’m
husband, Brian, and son, Toby. Wendy says, “I wrote this poem because I’ve often wondered what happened to the young women—the milkmaids, the peasant girls, and the princesses who find their heart’s desire at the end of the fairy tale. Who do they become? Perhaps in the end they become those dark characters—the stepmothers, the witches, and the enchantresses—for the next generation of young questing women, choosing in their wisdom to be cruel or kind, benign or malevolent as they see fit. Much