Once upon a time fairy tales were wild and thrilling.
Then, the Great Appropriator, riding his Steed of Blandness, tore them from their dark, mysterious homes and transplanted them to his bright, sterile studio where he bathed them in Technicolour, painted big round eyes on their faces, and made them sing happy songs.  No longer did Cinderella's sisters have their eyes plucked out by birds, no longer was Snow White's stepmother forced to wear heated iron shoes to dance in until she died.  No, everything was rainbows.  Fairy Tales, once enjoyed by all, were banished to the land of kiddie entertainment forever.
Or were they?
Very Grimm Fairy Tales rescues this maligned genre from its saccharin prison.  A collection of twenty twisted tales, it explores the world in all its cruel and unforgiving ways from the difficulty of fitting in, in "Eugene, the Sensitive Troll", to the perils of being happy when others are not, in "The Little Girl Who Wouldn't Stop Smiling", to the burdens of a terrible secret, in "The Flatulent Prince".