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