Fables: 1001 Nights of Snowfall

I’m not afraid to say it. I’m a girl and I like girly things. Yes, I like my superheroes, solid action movies (No, you get off my plane!), and, okay, watching crazy car chases on one of those über-dramatic truTV video shows, but I also need my Austen time and twinkly earrings. I read chick lit as guilty pleasure (ah, Sophie Kinsella, you’re my savior in between The Enchantress of Florence
and A Game of Thrones
), and I have a (very) secret soft spot for almost all of the Disney princesses. Not so much Snow White. Never liked her.
In any case, all of this is why I just eat up stuff like Fables: 1001 Nights of Snowfall. In this graphic novel, creator/writer Bill Willingham combines many of my multiple personality interests: comics, old school fairy tales, and action. Most importantly, he imbues many of the stories with the haunting, timeless feel of mythology and legend (rather than just mere folk tale), giving classic fairy tales more of a powerful punch - and certainly getting my attention (I’ve been obsessed with ancient mythology since the fourth grade.)

