
Don't get me wrong, the book did have its good points. Several of the characters were actually very engaging and I was incredibly fond of Grace Goodwin, the unseen but oft consulted mother of the main character. Maybe I just like hippie throwbacks and wish that it was possible for me to live that kind of lifestyle at the moment. Who can really say? She was honestly a bit more intriguing than Connie herself, though perhaps it's because less is known about her than the main character. I like the degree of mystery involved, I suppose.
The problem that I did have with the book, aside from a lackluster ending, was simply that it didn't exactly take a brain surgeon (or more than a quarter of the novel) to realize that there was going to be a very important connection to the seemingly random key and slip of paper that Connie finds upon perusing her grandmother's bookshelves for the first time to the girl doing the exploring. I mean, really? Finding it in the house on like... day one... doesn't make that entire situation blatantly obvious or anything. I guess I would have liked to have been forced to think a little bit more. I like plots with a bit more intricacy than Howe's manages to possess. I'm not sorry that I read it. I like the idea that perhaps the fear of magic being performed in Salem back in the day actually had a hint of reality to it, but there were better directions the plot could have taken to have gotten us to a memorable conclusion... because frankly, there wasn't much of one. It's only been a week and a half since I read it and already it's a little bit faded. Alas. I guess I really am getting old.
Rating: 3/5
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