This book is the tale of two children: a boy named Jack, and a girl named Jill. Yes, they do fall down a hill. And yes, Jack does break his head wide open.
But there is more than that. There is a beanstalk. There are giants. There might even be a mermaid or two. This story is terrifying. It is revolting. It is horrible. It is the most horrible fairy tale I have ever heard. Also, it is beautiful. Not sweet. Not cute. Beautiful — like the gray and golden ashes in a fireplace. Or like the deep russet of a drying stain of blood.
And, best of all, it is true.
Fairy tales are awesome again.
Adam Gidwitz grew up in Baltimore. Now he lives in Brooklyn and teaches kids large and slightly less large at Saint Ann's School. Adam only writes about what he's experienced personally. So, while all of the strange, hilarious, and frightening things in A Tale Dark and Grimm really did happen to Hansel and Gretel, they also happened to Adam. Of course, if you've ever had a childhood, they've probably happened to you, too.