This flat image fails to represent how nice this book is to hold. The hardback released this September has a lovely heft to it.
As for the innards...
- I was surprised by the softness to Phelan's illustration style in this work. It wasn't what I was expecting. It grew on me as the story reached its more tender points.
- I forgave the tropes, but boy were they...tropesey.
- I dug the setting era, noir style and retelling choices very much. I think the plot points all translated well. "The Seven" were my favourite adaptation.
- For having such dark turns in the tale, I appreciated how tastefully done this was. Although dark and grown-up-seeming in style, there is nothing inappropriate for a middle-grade reader in here. I think the darkness might be too much for some younger readers.
- The unfortunate significant negative to me: that true depth wasn't achieved through the synthesis of these illustrations and the accompanying text. Because the images are sparse and the text is very brief, the entire book takes a very short time to read. I whipped through it. I went back over it slowly again, but found nothing demanded I give it this attention, I was consciously doing it out of duty. As a result, I don't care about the characters the way I should. I can think of only one moment given me to incite initial growth of liking Snow White, and it's simply not enough. Peter Collington managed to make me love a woman without words -- solely through his illustrations in A Small Miracle. I didn't care much for Hopcross Jilly, but I knew so much about the villain from the text Patricia Briggs had chosen (I pitied and feared her). In both of these graphic stories I connected more with the characters. So it isn't that I can't connect with this medium, it's that neither the illustrations nor text succeeded in creating emotional character resonance with me, which is a shame.