If you find the dividing line between fairy tales and reality,
let me know. In my mind, the two run together, even though the
intersections aren’t always obvious. The girl sitting
quietly in class or waiting for the bus or roaming the mall
doesn’t want anyone to know, or doesn’t know how to
tell anyone, that she is locked in a tower. Maybe she’s a
prisoner of a story she’s heard all her life- that fairest
means best, or that bruises prove she is worthy of love.