Peter S. Beagle

“The” Last Unicorn

Annabelle Gauthier

"They love you more, I think, though I do the best I can.”

They had a moment to look at each other, the two women: the one fair and foreign in the cold, low room; the other appearing quite at home in such surroundings—an angry little beetle with her own kitchen beauty.

The white girl said, "I am myself still. This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me. How can any-thing that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?"

It’s hard to describe this book because it’s not quite a light-hearted fairytale, but it is a children’s story. The ending breaks my heart a little bit

Liz Hunsaker

Schmendrick is so important to me and I cannot articulate why. 

“The” Last Unicorn

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