“I was a princess in a castle in an enchanted forest. A terrible darkness fell and we all fell asleep. But the prince kissed me and I woke up. Just me.” Since childhood, Rebecca has been fascinated by the tale of Sleeping Beauty, which her grandmother Gemma so often told her. However, on her deathbed, Gemma suddenly admits that the fairy-tale princess Rosehip is herself. Rebecca promises to fulfill her grandmother's last wish: to find the castle, the prince and the one who cast the spell. Jane Yolen retells the plot of the old fairy tale "Princess Rosehip", better known as "Sleeping Beauty", taking events to the Polish forests of the summer of 1942. How can this be combined? A cruel historical reality with death camps, doomed partisans, poisonous gas - and a fairy tale about a princess who was awakened from an age-old sleep by the kiss of a prince. A neat, without excessive sentimentality, and at the same time a piercing book about good and evil, hope and despair. And, of course, about love.