My favourite fairy tale… I don’t think I ever really had one. I used to love the Disney film of the Little Mermaid, even lying in the bath and swishing my hair about to pretend I was a mermaid, so I’ll go with that one. When I was little, I used to prefer the non-Princess (and therefore non-fairytale) Disneys – Aladdin, Robin Hood, Hercules… I guess I just didn’t have a very fairytale enhanced childhood!
Fairies, however… I’ve liked those ever since my Dad first jokingly told me I was a Changeling baby and my Mum had to then explain how fairies sometimes swapped their babies for our own. At some point she did mention that I wasn’t one, which prompted a vague feeling of disappointment.
Because of that story, I’ve always liked the darker fairy stories, not the prissy pink and glittery versions. I think my favourite is Faerie Tale by Raymond Feist. It’s the only book of his I’ve come across that I actually like, as I tried Magician then realised that it was actually better off as a doorstop.
Faerie Tale is amazing though. It’s dark and brutal, with just the right amount of traditional story in to keep it relevant. It centers around Changeling babies which I’ve always loved the idea of, even after admitting that my family probably didn’t receive me in exchange for their own darling baby girl.