froglip

As a child i was petrified of the animated version of George MacDonald's beloved tale of goblin royalty and triumphant princesses.

Utterly convinced Prince Froglip was lurking underneath my bed, i would practically throw myself up (and i mean 'up', this girl's bed was/is raised) onto my mattressy haven and seal myself inside the duvet, safe from the clutches of wretched, fantastical creatures.

No appendages would ever escape the vaccum i had created, just in case an ankle was grabbed and dragged underneath to never see light again.

...

I was a nervous kid who was afraid of the dark and highly impressionable.

What can i say?

I still can't walk past a car in the dark without thinking a hand's going to shoot out and 'get me'.

But i think i've probably come to terms with the fact there are no goblins living under my bed.

Perhaps a Willem Defoe.

But definitely no goblins.

Which is why when i came across this disgustingly lovely copy of The Princess and the Goblin on The Folio Society's website, i started drool and stroke the screen without a hint of PGSD*

Not a pretty sight.

But i wanttttt it.

In all honesty though, i want every book TFS produces.

Every.

Damn.

One.

*Post Goblin Stress Disorder