just finished the hazel wood by melissa albert and this didn’t really dawn on me for the past 6 or so fairy tale retellings where the fairy tales are real and trying to kill you and were also compiled by a reclusive witchy woman into a disturbing anthology volume that i’ve read but. it’s genuinely so irritating that all these fairy tale retellings have their vision of these stories hinge on one specific literary compilation created by one person? like the oral tradition is very much still alive and 80% of the fairy tales i heard as a child came from there. when i say i was 'raised on fairy tales' i don't mean a creepy anthology i mean. jack tales. the absence of the oral tradition in the 'folklore is real and wants to kill you' genre will be the death of me



















