In a course of American literature, I was made to read Angela Carter's version of Little Red Riding Hood - a few short stories in her collection "The Bloody Chamber".
It made me realise a few things about the story, that I had read many times as a child, and I never liked the story until I read her version of it.
It makes the wolf and the girl both into two quite distinctly unpleasant characters and makes them in a way a couple - two lovers. It's a feministic reading of the fairytale, but even to someone who prefers not to read too deeply into feministic literary theory, this story struck me hard in my heart.
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