Let me just say something: this is the only Maguire I've ever finished, and I've tried all of them. The only reason I finished this one is because of my love of the musical, and sheer force of stubborn will. I loathe Gregory Maguire. As an author. And maybe as a person, if you are equating a person's writings with their soul, which I do. He takes all the fun out of fairy tales, instead turning them into boring creepy horrible snobbishness. True story: the only author that can make creepy things boring. If you know me at all, you know I tend to find the best in every book I read and that I tend to LOVE things easily. This book had such potential, and I was SO excited about it, and just BLERG. Boo, booo, boooooo.