Hey everyone! Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for My Name is Rapunzel by K.C. Hilton. Thanks to Chyna from Lite-Rate-Ture Book Tours for organizing this! You can check out the full tour schedule here.
Title: My Name is Rapunzel
Author: K.C. Hilton
Release date: November 22nd 2013
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Official synopsis -
Don't most stories stem from fairy tales? We grew up listening to them and wishing we could fly like Peter Pan or marry a Prince. We were wishful children wanting to live in a fantasy world far, far away. Those stories made us happy and as we grew older, we yearned for our own happily ever after, just like the fairy tale. As adults, we cling to our childhood memories and want to share them with our own children. It's magical!
When we find our Prince Charming, we feel like Cinderella. When we deal with an untrustworthy person, we experience a Rumpelstiltkin story. What about the boy who cried wolf? We've learned a lot from fairy tales and the moral of the stories were the most important. As children, we weren't told what to do, and what not to do, while reading the stories. No, they were imbedded messages to teach us right from wrong and they made sense.
I understand the market was flooded with vampires, werewolves and zombies, and some people started to get tired of them. But fairy tales will always have that special place in our hearts and in our memories. Honestly, I don't believe fairy tales or retellings will ever go out of style.
One of my favorite fairy tales, as a child, was Cinderella. I grew up and was lucky enough to find my Prince Charming. I'm still in love (insert little girl squeal) and I'm living my happily ever after. Nothing could top that!
Just go, Henry. Save yourself. I tried to shout, but my mouth wouldn't give way to sound. I was paralyzed. Was it with fear, or something else? The cackling witch at the tree line convinced me it was her doing.
I heard Henry continue to shout for me to flee, but I didn't respond. I didn't move. I didn't run. I was frozen like a lifeless statue in a cold museum. With only the movement of my eyes, I pleaded with him to help me. A tear escaped one of my eyes then rolled down my cheek. That single tear managed to do what my heart and body could not. Escape.
Fear, like unseen hands, gripped my lungs and tried to crush them slowly. My stomach churned and threatened to empty. Would we die here?
The gentle chill of night had turned into a mid-winter's frost. Tiny bumps rose on my arms and the small hairs prickled to attention. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words remained trapped in my throat.
About the author:
Born and raised in Aurora, Illinois I spent my childhood climbing trees and playing street games with the neighborhood kids. I was a proud tomboy, until the day I didn’t want to hike the land to an old graveyard. From that point forward I was considered a “girl”.
At the age of seventeen I moved to Kentucky and eventually began to raise a family of my own. Having worn several “hats” my life has been an adventure all on its own. Still, to this day, I yearns to be a mechanic and own a pink toolbox with pink tools.
I can usually be found updating my website, reading great books, watching awesome movies or creating videos for my YouTube channel. Most days I craves Diet Coke, pizza and chocolate, in no particular order.
I don’t read scary books or watch horror movies… I’m way too scared! Lol.
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