*This is a standalone novel.*
Once upon a time, Snow White Princess
Charlotta-Sidonia Wilhelmina Sophia (Sophie) rode into the Darkwood with her
stepmother’s huntsman. His anguish did not stop him from plunging his dagger
into Sophie per the queen’s command and stealing the heart of the girl with
lips “the color of ripe cherries, her skin as soft as new-fallen snow, her hair
as dark as midnight.” But it’s not Queen Adelaide that wants Sophie’s heart,
but the King of Crows. Who is he really? Because Corvus certainly isn’t his
real name. She may find out if she makes it to the King of Crows’ castle,
Nimmermehr. Making it alone may be impossible, not only because of the
challenge of navigating the monsters roving near the castle, but because of her
mechanical heart. It was crafted by one of the seven brothers, “each barely
taller than a rain barrel.” They are the seven men of the woods. Their names
are: Johann (scientist), Julius (herbalist), Joosts (carpenter), Jeremias
(hunter), Josef (farmer), Jakob (blacksmith) and Schatzi (tailor). There was
once an eighth (Jasper). The brothers live with Weber, a nut-brown spider a
foot taller than them who cooks, and Tupfen, their housekeeper ladybug.
Sophie
knows the things people say about her: that she’s weak, incompetent and
hopeless. That she’ll never make a worthy queen. Good thing she’s in love with
Prince Haakon, right? Because he’ll surely be a strong ruler. The thing is,
Haakon isn’t looking for her. Instead, Sophie discovers Will (a pauper) and,
later, Arno Schmitt (a thief). She also comes across her people of the
Greenlands in dire straits, from wounded veterans thrown out of the hospital by
the queen to the already destitute being harassed and abused by the queen’s
military. Sophie trusts so easily and has been led to believe that kindness is
useless. The brothers will encourage otherwise. The girl who ends up with a
scar on her chest, bite marks on her arms and the grime of wandering through
the forest is not the Sophie of old. She’s someone meant to be queen.
Do I like a
feminist story? You bet, especially when that YA novel is filled with action,
self-discovery, empowerment and magic, wrapped around a fairy tale retelling.
Donnelly’s retelling is dynamic, but also thoughtful. The Darkwood, like the
story, is lush but treacherous, the landscape dotted with familiar legends and
horrors better left undisturbed. That
Sophie falls so quickly for Haakon makes me roll my eyes (and I’m not an
eye-roller), but I understand that it’s part of her original naiveté. I don’t
love that all of the characters appear to defer to Caucasian in this
Germanic-ish landscape, but I also wouldn’t love if the author included, like,
one token person of color, either. Overall, I enjoyed this fantasy story. It
reminds us all that fear, pain and darkness can be overcome, or at least
tempered, by courage, hope and love.