I am not ashamed to admit that even in my late 30s I am a unicorn devotee. I have always believed in unicorns and all the teasing in the world couldn't change that. As a child, The Last Unicorn was one of my favorite movies. Today it doesn't rank quite as high as newer fantasy classics, including Stardust (which if you didn't know also includes a unicorn), but it continues to be a source of pure enjoyment.
So you can imagine my delighted surprise when I came across The Last Unicorn as a book. Yes, I know, I should have known or at least suspected it was from a book or short story, but the child in my heart was content thinking the stories origins were just as magical as the subject.
Needless to say, I happily immersed myself in the unicorn's struggle to find her 'people' and overcome the power King Haggard and the Red Bull. While I don't think movie adaptations have to follow the orignial text exactly, I'm delighted that this one pretty much does. Long live the unicorns!
