Belle wasn’t a princess I appreciated until I got older. I think it took me a while to realize how much we have in common. Books. Check. Doesn’t really fit in the main crowd. Check. Brown hair. Check. Unconventional father (you know it’s true, Dad, and it’s in the best way). Check. Wants more than a provincial life. Check. Talks to inanimate objects. Check.
When I finally did make this connection, it went something like this:
Me: “Belle and I have a lot in common. Like a lot a lot.”
Me: I basically AM Belle.
Catie’s brain explodes.
Ok, I wasn’t as dramatic as that, but I did find the similairites quite uncanny.
So in honor of that, what better place to take Belle than the library? Follow her adventures below.