It wasn’t long before I was rooting for Belle with all my heart. She totally wasn’t into that whole “poor provincial life” that everyone else was doing. She had big dreams, she was going places. Unfortunately, other people didn’t seem to care. Like that horrid Gaston. I was there when the illiterate brute proposed to her. The idea! They could never have been canon!!!
But just when it looked like the worst was over, Phillippe came back without Belle’s father! The plot got a little muddy around there; we got locked in a strange castle by a beast; there was a talking candle stick…But I didn’t despair. Because in my very own pages a prince is mistaken for a pauper until chapter three. And who am I to judge a talking candlestick? (I did wish that I could eat chocolate, but alas, I have no mouth.)
And in the end, it wasn’t long before there was something there that wasn’t there before. She held his paw while he tried to feed the birds, and then there was that epic snowball fight. *sigh* The beast started listening to Belle read me aloud. They would stare endlessly at each other, pretending not to hear the candle stick and the teapot sing romantic songs in the background. #beastelle was going strong.
And then that Gaston showed back up, tramping around in his horrible boots, thinking he was the sooooo amazing. *eye roll* And when he tried to KILL THE BEAST!? Don’t get me started. I can’t even!!!
Eeeeeeeee!! The spoilers were right about a happy ending! I mean, come on. True love between book lovers? That’s a thing that you can’t help but ship!
I don’t spend much time in Belle’s pocket these days. I’m too well loved. You see, the Beast gave Belle a library, and she turned around and shared it with her village. Now I’m in a new pocket every week.