Stepsister by Jennifer Donnelly
English | 2019 | Young Adult | ePUB | 452 Kb
Stepsister: Isabelle should be blissfully happy – she’s about to win the handsome prince. Except Isabelle isn’t the beautiful girl who lost the glass slipper and captured the prince’s heart. She’s the ugly stepsister who’s cut off her toes to fit into Cinderella’s shoe … which is now filling with blood.
When the prince discovers Isabelle’s deception, she is turned away in shame. It’s no more than she deserves: she is a plain girl in a world that values beauty; a feisty girl in a world that wants her to be pliant.
Isabelle has tried to fit in. To live up to her mother’s expectations. To be like her stepsister. To be sweet. To be pretty. One by one, she has cut away pieces of herself in order to survive a world that doesn’t appreciate a girl like her. And that has made her mean, jealous, and hollow.
Until she gets a chance to alter her destiny and prove what ugly stepsisters have always known: it takes more than heartache to break a girl.
“At a sudden clap of thunder, she raised her gaze from the long wooden worktable at which she sat to the open doors of her balcony. A storm howled down upon the city. Rain scoured the rooftops of its grand palazzos. Lightning split the night. From every church tower, bells tolled a warning.
“The water is rising,” she said. “The city will flood.”
“We are high above the water. It cannot touch us. It cannot stop us,” said the mother.
“Nothing can stop us,” said the maiden.
The crone’s eyes narrowed. “He can.”
“The doors are locked,” said the mother. “He cannot get in.”
“Perhaps he already has,” said the crone.
At this, the mother and the maiden looked up. Their wary eyes darted around the cavernous room, but they saw no intruder, only their cloaked and hooded servants going about their tasks. Relieved, they returned to their work, but the crone remained watchful.
Mapmaking was the sisters’ trade, but no one ever came to buy their maps, for they could not be had at any price.
Each was exquisitely drawn, using feathers from a black swan. “