Remember how a few weeks back, my husband took me to Barnes & Noble at my behest to get out of the cramped hospital room I'd been trapped in for about a week? And remember how I fondly caressed the cover of Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries? There was another book. That book was none other than Alyssa Wees's Nocturne. It had one of those employee recommendation labels beneath it, describing it as The Phantom of the Opera meets "The Beauty and the Beast." Of course I wanted ...