This Spanish folktale is outrageously creative, and definitely sweet.
The story establishes the heroine in this way:
In Spain, once upon a time, there lived a beautiful butterfly.
Her delicate wings were flecked with the colors of spring flowers, and she had the most enchanting dark eyes. Everyone loved her.
She has many suitors. The big question she asks of each one is this:
If she marries him, how will he sing to their babies?
OF COURSE, THE LOVE STORY HAS UPS AND DOWNS
Of course, it has a happy ending. What interests me most is how females are understood. Which is to say, more precisely, how females are defined.
Did you notice, in that early description of the butterfly? Her looks matter. She looks very good. So everyone loves her.
All the cleverness and gentle humor of this story is soured for me, given the limited ways that females are defined.
Sure, this book deserves FIVE STARS. But I stand here to point out that our young readers, all of our children, deserve better.
When will readers demand stories where a female character is a person, not just somebody valued based on her appearance. When will a female be valued as more than a bringer of babies?