The unicorn discovers that she is the last unicorn in the world, and sets off to find the others. She meets Schmendrick the Magician--whose magic seldom works, and never as he intended--when he rescues her from Mommy Fortuna's Midnight Carnival, where only some of the mythical beasts displayed are illusions. They are joined by Molly Grue, who believes in legends despite her experiences with a Robin Hood wannabe and his unmerry men. Ahead wait King Haggard and his Red Bull, who banished unicorns from the land. (from Goodreads)
aka the time I couldn’t handle the feels and I had to give up
I talked about this with Jenny of Stone Soup a while back: The Last Unicorn is magical and wonderful and full of things that make me very happy (including some amazing characters like MOLLY, ilu Molly), but it also rips unsuspecting hearts into SHREDS. Specifically, I’m talking about the part where the Unicorn gets turned into a human and is losing all her unicorn-ness.
Look. I know the ending will (probably, maybe) make everything better or at least resolve it in a way that doesn’t make me hide under my covers. But getting to that ending requires more emotional effort than I was willing to give it, especially since it was a library book and I could easily get it away from me. So I did! I totally gave up on it. I’ve DNF’d books I’d loved before, always because I couldn’t handle the lead up to the ending, and I’m not really ashamed of that. Some books are JUST THAT GOOD, know what I mean? Like, they’re so amazing and wonderful that getting to the end is really painful, and sometimes my bookish heart can’t take it.
Eventually I’ll get back to The Last Unicorn and I will make it over the hurdle of the story’s third act. But for now, it’s– okay, let’s not say DNF’d. It’s To Be Continued.
DNF’d: August 26, 2013
Have you ever not been able to finish reading a book because it was TOO amazing?