The Princess Bride

by William Goldman

I remember when I saw the movie for the first time, it was at a girls’ slumber party and I think we must have been in 4th or 5th grade. Me and another girl were so afraid of the R.O.U.S.’s that we had to run out of the room for that part.

So, it was fun to read the book. It’s definitely amusing, but it’s not art. There are a few “aw, sweet” moments. Lots of amusingly silly parts. A fair amount of cheese-factor. And parts get downright annoying, because Mr. Goldman is always piping up with rambling anecdotes about his real life, tinged with the fantasy of the supposed real author of the book, Morgenstern, and the supposed real location of the story, Florin. I mean I guess it kind of works as a foil for the fairy tale, but maybe he just does it a little too much. And the “introductory” material is a bit weird. Made me feel about Goldman as I would about someone that struck up a conversation with me in the airport and started telling me all these personal details about his life. Just a little “too much information,” or whatever. Oh, well. I’d say if you’re a fan of the movie, you’ll enjoy this book.