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From the New York Times best-selling author of The Dovekeepers...

For more than two hundred years, the Owens women had been blamed for everything that went wrong in their Massachusetts town. And Gillian and Sally endured that fate as well; as children, the sisters were outsiders. Their elderly aunts almost seemed to encourage the whispers of witchery, but all Gillian and Sally wanted was to escape. One would do so by marrying, the other by running away. But the bonds they shared brought them back-almost as if by magic...

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October 6th, 2013
Summary: Sally and Gillian Owens are two sisters who chose opposite ways of escaping their childhood. Brought up by their aunts in a house where superstition, premonitions and a hint of magic surrounds them, in their adulthood, both of them, in their own way, run away and get married. When Sally’s two daughter’s reach the teenage years, Gillian shows up with a problem she believes only her sister can help with. Things then escalate and turn everyone’s world upside down. My thoughts: What a wonderful book. The author has an amazing talent to wrap up an entire childhood, adulthood and its children into 50 pages while not loosing the reader’s interest and understanding. After giving us the background information of their childhood, the book leads you into the second part. This section gets a little more intense as you see the consequences of the decisions made and how they impact every member of the family. As much as this book is on my recommendations list, I did find the second part slightly more annoying as it jumped from character to character. I feel like the narration of the book was not precise enough and could have used some more work. Quote p.27: “Sally nodded. She could not begin to express how deeply she felt about this matter, since being like everyone else was her personal heart's desire. At night Sally dreamed of ranch houses and white picket fences, and when she woke in the morning and looked out to see the black metal spikes that surrounded them, tears formed in her eyes. Other girls, she knew, washed with bars of Ivory and sweet-scented Camay; while she and Gillian were forced to use the black soap the aunts made twice a year, on the back burner of their stove.”
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