The Last Unicorn

I watched The Last Unicorn a million times as a child in the 1980s but for some reason only now that I'm 40 did I pick up the book. I think I was afraid the magic would have faded, and I wanted to hold onto the memory of the film helping me survive those horrific, trauma-filled years. The book is beautiful and holds up well, though I found myself saddened when I got to the last page. Something about revisiting childhood gems makes them a little less ethereal, a little more flawed. But I love the story all the same, cracks and all. My rating is biased because my inner child would never forgive me for giving it 4 stars instead of 5.