
“I was born a unicorn. I could‘ve sworn you believed in me. Then how come all the other unicorns are dead?”
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Peter S. Beagle asks the question above (decades before the song—a favorite—was penned) and comes up with a rather poetic answer. Based solely on said answer (no spoilers!), I should‘ve *loved* this book… but I didn‘t. I have a hard time believing in a magic that robs women of their agency. 👇🏻


























































