Atwood is hit or miss with me, but this one was a hit.

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SYNOPSIS

Life is hard enough for a teenage girl in 1950s suburbia without having a mother who may—or may not—be a witch. A single mother at that. Sure, she fits in with her starched dresses, string of pearls, and floral aprons. Then there are the hushed and mystical consultations with neighborhood women in distress. The unsavory, mysterious plants in the flower beds. The divined warning to steer clear of a boyfriend whose fate is certainly doomed. But as the daughter of this bewitching homemaker comes of age and her mother’s claims become more and more outlandish, she begins to question everything she once took for granted.

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REVIEW

This was short, sweet & wholesome. Not at all what I expected from the title.

I like the ambiguity that surrounds the story, that refusal to confirm or deny magic is real. That feeling of magical realism creeping into an otherwise ordinary mother/daughter relationship.

I do wish it was a little longer, because I could have grown to love it.

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