A strange
box has arrived at Yvette's door, but it doesn't belong to her; it belongs to
the "Witchy Woman," a mean old neighbor. What to do? Keep it or
deliver it? I wouldn't do a thing. Now she's stuck listening to some old
crone's kooky story, and it's boring. And the only reason Yvette's listening is
so she can find out what happened to the baby. Who cares?
What's even
more annoying is that old bag's story kept getting interrupted throughout the
book, bouncing back and forth between past and present, from Mona to Yvette,
jumping from one dull tale to another.
I was
allured by the mystery of the box, but this was disappointing.
My rating: 2 stars
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