Between the Covers: Stories from My Bookcase

Monday, July 2, 2012


Saturday was all about the movies for Alfred and myself. We stayed in and watched movie after movie after movie. It was a good way to catch up. Back in the day, we watched at least one movie per week, sometimes two. But that got quite expensive. Not only do you have to pay for movie tickets, there’s the food too. So in recent years, we’ve found ourselves missing out on a lot of good movies in their theater runs. We would always plan on going, but one thing or another would come up and we’d end up postponing. Eventually, we’d miss the movie altogether. Because of rising costs and shifting priorities, we didn’t really push the matter. If we wanted it badly, we’d find a way to make it happen.

One of the movies we saw this weekend, in the comfort of home, was Tangled. Who doesn’t know the story of Rapunzel? I love this Disney version.


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I particularly love the way Rapunzel’s character was portrayed in this retelling. The wicked witch in this story wasn’t so bad either. She didn’t appear soooooooooooo evil, considering. Rapunzel grew up believing she was her mother. She would come home with presents and pretty much allowed the girl to do as she wishes, except to go out into the world.


In the above picture you’ll see Rapunzel’s tower. She lived there for 18 years. Pascal (the green chameleon) was her only friend. Though she was literally the witch’s prisoner, she didn’t live like one. She read books, though she had limited options, she drew colorful pictures on the tower walls. She cooked and baked too! She always looked outside her window and was even able to chart the stars. She was smart and she figured out that the lights she saw every year on her birthday weren’t stars.

That she didn’t try to escape, or that she planned to come back after an excursion, was testament of her good character. For that, the wicked witch must be given some credit. Everyday she is left on her own with nothing but the height of the tower keeping her from going outside. She could let herself out and back in without Mother knowing, but she chooses to stay. She loved Mother, and didn’t want her to be upset. Or, she could really be scared of the unknown. But she really was just being a very good daughter.


Rapunzel reminds us to keep on dreaming. It was her dream of someday seeing the moving lights up close kept her going all those years. Without the dream, life wouldn’t have made sense. And we shouldn’t be afraid when our dreams are finally within reach. It doesn’t mean that we’re at the end, only that we can move on and dream again.