I’ve seen many different versions of the classic Cinderella story over the years. One of the most unusual is Cinderella Skeleton,
 a ghoulish take on the fairy tale that is written by Robert D. San 
Souci and illustrated by David Catrow, an exceptional artist whose work 
has wowed me in the Christmas books How Murray Saved Christmas, Merry Un-Christmas and Silly Dilly Christmas Songs: Where Did They Hide My Presents?. 
As
 you might guess from the title, in this version, Cinderella is a 
skeleton, and so is almost every other character in the book. The look 
is quite comparable to The Nightmare Before Christmas and Corpse Bride;
 it’s macabre, yet there’s also a definite sweetness to it. Cinderella 
herself is just as kind and gentle as she is in any version I’ve 
encountered, and her stepfamily is just as cruel. The prince, meanwhile,
 is dashing as can be in a sharp blue uniform with gold epaulets that 
reminds me a lot of the Beast’s duds in the ballroom scene of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. 
The
 basic contours of the story really are pretty much the same. Cinderella
 is a poor overworked girl who lives with her frivolous, mean-spirited 
stepsisters and stepmother. There is no mention of her father, and 
really, considering the circumstances, that seems a bit odd; if they’re 
all dead, then shouldn’t her father be with them? But maybe in this 
version of the story her father died far from home. Or maybe he’s the 
only one still alive. In any case, though, Cinderella Skeleton is a 
dreamer, and she longs above all else to attend the Halloween Ball. She 
is more proactive than most in that instead of having a fairy godmother 
come to her in her hour of despair, Cinderella seeks out the aid of a 
wood witch. What’s more, she goes and collects the objects the old – but
 seemingly not deceased – woman recommends. 
It is perhaps 
fitting that a Cinderella who takes such initiative should be given a 
longer visit with her prince. She is allowed to remain at the ball until
 morning – by the sky, not the clock. Thus, there is more time for the 
two bony lovebirds to make a real connection. In a rather unnecessarily 
grotesque move, the prince ends up with not just his ladylove’s shoe but
 her foot as well, but at least there’s no blood involved as he searches
 his unconventional kingdom, severed foot in tow. 
Yeah, that 
part sounds a bit gross, and it is, but it’s very much in keeping with 
the overall style of the book, which has a definite beauty about it 
despite the icky images. Catrow’s artistry in watercolor and pencil is 
unmistakable, and Cinderella still manages to look beautiful in her 
delicate blue lace draped over her like gauzy spider webs. Her empty 
sockets somehow look as sparkly as they would with eyes in them. The 
magnificent castle, complete with ominous vulture gargoyles, nearly 
shimmers in the pinkish glow of a fading sunset as a moon of monstrous 
size rises. 
Meanwhile, the narration is finely crafted and 
complex. Each of the 26 stanzas contains seven lines, the first of which
 is “Cinderella Skeleton,” sometimes followed by punctuation. The other 
six lines follow the pattern ABBCCA, and the rhythm is consistent with 
wiggle room of a syllable or two. It’s a rather unusual pattern, and 
because of the distance between the first main line and the last, one 
almost has the tendency to forget what word is being rhymed. This is a 
book best read slowly. It certainly was written that way, with San Souci
 clearly relishing the clever wordplay as he carefully crafted each 
image. The descriptions make me chuckle and wince all at once. Take, for
 instance, this declaration of love from the prince: “Your gleaming 
skull and burnished bones, your teeth like polished kidney stones, your 
dampish silks and dankish hair, there’s nothing like you anywhere!” Aww.
 How touching. 
This book really is exquisite in its own way. 
However, I do question the age recommendation of 3 to 7. I think that 
some aspects of this book might well freak out a child that young. 
What’s more, the complicated and formal way in which is it written seems
 likely to me to bore many kids in the read-aloud set. Frankly, the 
group I see embracing this book most readily is the Hot Topic crowd. All
 those teens who happily scoop up Jack Skellington merchandise would 
probably find this picture book a delightful Halloween diversion. I 
wouldn’t put a lot of stock in the age printed on the back, but if you 
know a child entranced by gothic imagery and willing to sit through some
 fairly lengthy poetic narration, Cinderella Skeleton is a surprisingly sweet Halloween treat. 
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