A review by brassaf
The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

5.0

Like an unexpected orange and pink and red sunset on a dreary day, I was amazed at how much I had forgotten of this novel since the first time I read it many years ago. I suppose my memories if the animated movie are more entrenched, like a soldier still in his foxhole years after the war ended. Just as enjoyable this time as it was the first, The Last Unicorn I once again declare to be a delicious construction of essential word smithing and storytelling, as hydrogen and oxygen to humans. Did I squeeze in enough similes out of homage to Beagle? Probably not!