The Snow White Adventure

Apples.

Apples have the ability to make our mouths water just by taking a glance at the glossy vibrant ruby peel. Our hands will itch to run our fingers over the smooth fruit.  They beckon to us to come take a crisp bite and have the juice drip lazily down our chins. 

Apples also have the reputation of being called "The Forbidden Fruit". Now, Eve might not exactly agree with that, but there is another lady who will more than approve of this moniker.

Rumor has it, that Snow White and apples didn't exactly see eye to eye. To her, apples are the epitome of forbidden fruit. Judging by her traumatic experience with the fruit, it is more than likely she never went near anything apple related again. How can we blame her?

I, on the other hand, have apples on the brain. This is what tends to happen if you are writing a novel based around the Snow White fairy

tale. 

If you have read any of my previous blogs, you will know that I am an avid fairy tale believer, and that I've been working on a fairy tale piece.

Although, I must admit, that it's not exactly surprising that I have ended up writing a novel about fairy tales (it just comes with the territory if you are a hopeless romantic) but it is a strange turn of events that I am writing one about Snow White.

You see, from the ages of seven to eleven I would have sworn upon my stuffed animal collection that I was a Princess. I had my dream palace all designed out, complete with a Beauty and the Beast type library. If one wanted to throw a Princess tea party but didn't know how to go about it, I would be your girl. I even had all of my little friends dreamily gazing out their windows with stars in their eyes, waiting for Prince Charming to show up and sweep them off their seven year old feet.

And of course, I was an expert when it came to Disney Princesses. I knew them inside and out, as if I had met them in person. And I was 100% sure I was going to grow up with beautiful flowing locks like them (Seems to be a common Disney trait to have astounding hair). But even though I was a die hard Disney nerd, I hated Snow White. It practically seems like a sin not to like the first ever Walt Disney movie. But, alas, I just couldn't connect with the first Princess.

I thought the story was boring, with not a lot of depth. I thought Snow White was annoying. And the Evil Queen scared me out of my knee caps. I grew up with a repulsion to the princess and couldn't understand why other people adored her so. I mean, come on, Ariel and Belle was where it was at. 

Then as I grew older and wiser I began to see Snow White for who she really was. She was a tender hearted Princess who graciously loved everyone and every thing that crossed her path. She didn't even harbor any mean feelings for the Queen who despised her. She was also an undying optimistic, who had no doubt she would get her happily ever after when the time was right. Her heart was full of faith in people (She completely tore down Grumpy's walls) in life and love.

If any Princess deserves a novel written about her, it's this one.

Snow White's story is one of the best well known tales out there. Or is it? I guess when I finally finish my novel, we will know for sure!

Cheers to a new tale of the Snow White fairy tale!

Enough rambling for now!