My Fitbit is pink today and my socks are purple. I’m wearing black jeans and a sweatshirt with stars and moons on it. In case you’re wondering about me, my name is Sara and I was born in Wisconsin before I moved to New Jersey and then Tennessee. She’s giving herself a bath in a sunbeam and it’s very cute. Currently, she’s sitting in her bed, which is shaped like a watermelon and filled with two teddy bears and a fuzzy blanket because she likes to be cozy. My cat’s name is Aubrey, and she is not relevant to this story at all, except that she was usually in the same place as we were when we read this book.

But those presents aren’t really relevant right now, because now I’d like to tell you about my cat. When we arrived at his parents’ house, where we had been heading all along, we then had to get those presents out of his trunk and carry them up the stairs into his parents’ house. This might be hard to believe, but we had to carry Christmas presents out the door and down the stairs before we could put them in the trunk of his car, and then after all of that, he had to drive about two hours before we got to our destination, his parents’ house. Those moments don’t come around very often.Īfter one long, arduous day at my desk job where I just sit at a computer and listen to audiobooks all day, my boyfriend and I packed up his car to drive to his parents’ house for the holidays. At best, I’ve had brief moments where I realized I should read something good. I don’t think I’ve ever had a year, a month, a week, or even a day where I didn’t have the urge to pick up something terribly written, something that scammed its way to the top of the New York Times Best Sellers List, something that would make me simultaneously laugh, cringe, and shake my head in dismay. I’ve always envied those that don’t have the desire to hate-read awful books. After all, when everyone is slightly eccentric, appearing “normal” is much less important.īehind the scenes of this multimillion-dollar production, Zade finds herself caught in a love triangle with Mac, the show’s good-looking but rough-around-the-edges technical director and Jackson, the tall, dark, handsome and charming bandleader. Zade fits right in with his troupe of artists and misfits. Zade travels to Las Vegas and uses supernatural powers to become part of a premiere magic show led by the infamous magician Charles Spellman. She leaves her home in Tennessee to break free from her overprotective mother Dela, the local resident spellcaster and fortuneteller.

Growing up in a small town and never quite fitting in, Zade is determined to forge her own path.

Zade Holder has always been a free-spirited young woman, from a long dynasty of tarot-card readers, fortunetellers, and practitioners of magick.

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