![]() ![]() ![]() With each page, I was swept into a beautiful and energetic world, a world filled with lilies and lilacs, dark skies and bright stars, and a fascinating family at the center. In this modern world, finding a way back to that feeling can be difficult, but this book, Alice Hoffman’s prequel to Practical Magic, transported me there instantly. ![]() As corny as it sounds, thinking back on those autumn nights inspires in me the idea that anything is possible that magic, in whatever form you so choose to accept it, is real! ![]() Something about this nostalgic concoction of recollections has always enchanted me. They spark images from my childhood crispy crimson leaves swirling in the newly chilly air, pumpkins glowing softly on porches, my family cooking things cinnamon-y and delicious while celebrating together late into the night. I get it: What’s to love about a holiday where you put on cheap costumes, get drunk, do stupid things dressed as a sexy Pokemon and then regret them hungover at your desk the next morning?īut my Halloween memories are different. This is something my friends have lovingly teased me about for as long as I can remember. ![]()
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