My absolute favorite Walt Disney movie of all time is Beauty and the Beast.
It fascinated my 8-year-old self – I was transfixed by the love story, the Beast’s horrific curse and the brown-haired, brown-eyed heroine who had a love of books and freedom. (What? I have brown hair and brown eyes. It blew my mind in a world of Cinderellas, Snow Whites and Little Mermaids.)
And like the reveal scene at the end of Casper when Devon Sawa walks down the stairs at the dance (the height of romance at 10), the Beast was romantically revealed, when Belle thought all was lost, to be a hot blonde prince – and the love of her life.
For that reason, today’s post is dedicated to the Beast, an unnamed Prince with gruff manners and a soft heart, who apparently is 21. Still YA material, in my opinion.
Top five reasons to love the Beast:
- He’s been a beast for three or four years and has forgotten how to use silverware? Adorable.
- The man has a gigantic library. As a biblioholic myself, I can relate to Belle’s delight.
- To quote Jane Austen not very accurately, “It came on so slowly I hardly know… but I believe I must date it from the time I first saw his wonderful grounds at Pemberley” ….or his gigantic gothic then Greek splendid castle
- The Beast can DANCE.
- In fiction, I’m usually all about gruff guys with a heart of gold. That preference started early.