Bewitching can be a beast. . .
Once, I put a curse on a beastly and arrogant high school boy. That one turned out all right. Others didn’t.
I go to a new school now—one where no one knows that I should have graduated long ago. I’m not still here because I’m stupid; I just don’t age.
You see, I’m immortal. And I pretty much know everything after hundreds of years —except for when to take my powers and butt out.
I want to help, but things just go awry in ways I could never predict. Like when I tried to free some children from a gingerbread house and ended up being hanged. After I came back from the dead (Immortal, remember?!), I tried to play matchmaker for a French prince and ended up banished from France forever. And that little mermaid I found in the Titanic lifeboat? I don’t even want to think about it.
Now, a girl named Emma needs me. I probably shouldn’t get involved, but her gorgeous stepsister is conniving to the core. I think I have just the thing to fix that girl and it isn’t an enchanted pumpkin. Although you never know what will happen when I start ….
- 2013 Texas Lone Star Reading List
- Junior Library Guild Selection
- VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror, 2012
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“Fans of fairy tale adaptations, fantasy, and teen romance will love this book.”
— VOYA (starred review)
“delightfully surprising . . . It all adds up to plenty of fun that should appeal to many readers, particularly those who will delight in seeing the familiar tales in their new clothes . . .
Clever and enjoyable.” —Kirkus Reviews
“engaging . . . the show-stopper is a clever twist on Cinderella, the pieces hovering just above the puzzle until they fall brilliantly into place in a satisfying and surprising retelling . . .” —Booklist
"Readers will easily be able to relate to its themes of jealousy, loneliness, and longing. Flinn skillfully keeps sympathy firmly with Emma, making readers cheer for her . . ."
—The Horn Book
Excerpt from Bewitching
If you read fairy tales, and who doesn’t, you might believe there are witches all over the place—witches baking children into gingerbread, making princesses sleep hundreds of years, even turning normal teenage boys into hideous beasts to teach them a lesson. But, actually, there are only a few of us. The reason it doesn’t seem like that is because we’re pretty long-lived. We live hundreds of years, as long as we don’t find ourselves fueling a bonfire.
Which leads us to another quality of witches: We move around a lot. It’s easy for us to get into trouble, and sometimes, we need to beat a hasty retreat (in the dead of night or on the business end of a pitchfork) to another town or another country. So that explains the existence of many tales from different times and places, many of which involve the same witch.
In quite a few cases, that witch was me. My name is Kendra, and I’m a witch.
Here’s my story—well, some of it. It involves romance, drama, even death.
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