THE VERY SECRET SOCIETY OF IRREGULAR WITCHES
CHAPTER 1-10
- “Ian wanted to send her a message that would start with the words WITCH WANTED. It would, he felt, set exactly the right tone.”
- So far we have a sassy witch, a sceptical grump, a wise old gay guy and an open vacancy. What could go wrong or really really right
- Not a lot of world building yet but it is sad to know that witches are often orphaned, is primrose really right that it’s a spell gone wrong or something else is the reason
- until I had read that I didn’t know I wanted a witch who has a car which is called broomstick
- What is Lillian’s problem why adopt 3 girls and then leave them with no assistance for the biggest challenge of their lives! And then not tell Jamie or Ian which documents is needed by Edward. Like purposely making it difficult for others.
- I find this reason very silly, the author could have done better here. she wanted Mika in nowhere house but the setup is very stupid. The only thing that makes sense is why Mika really decided to stay because She had gone through it herself, alone and lonely and doesn’t want the girls to go through the same.
- “This is either going to be the miracle you hoped for or it’s going to be an absolute f-ing disaster.” I have the same feeling about this book so far.
- I love how Mika labels her tea leaves. 🤭🙈
- “I’ll be in the attic?” Mika asked, thrilled with this turn of events. “I’ve never lived in an attic before! How romantic. A witch in an attic!” Me too Mika me to. I would be over the moon too if I got to ever live in an attic which comes with it’s private balcony with sea view 🌊
- “ Mika resisted the temptation to point out that if Lillian would only be a little less controlling, her solicitor wouldn’t need to come here and put three children’s secret witchiness at risk.”
- You make good points Mika only if Lilian was just as smart as you, that witch Is
“That’s a lovely dress,” Mika offered.
Terracotta beamed. “Thank you. I’m wearing it because I might be going to a funeral later.”
“You might be?”
She slipped nimbly into her chair, apparently satisfied that her outfit had been duly noted. “Yes. It depends.”
“On what?”
“On you,” Terracotta said, smiling angelically.
Mika supposed she really ought to have seen this coming, considering everything Rosetta had told her earlier. She considered the child across the table from her. “How would you do it?” she asked curiously.
“I was thinking it would be best to do it in your sleep,” Terracotta replied without batting an eye. “Then you wouldn’t even notice. I’m competent, but I’m not cruel.”
“That’s very considerate of you,” Mika remarked, wondering if the rest of the household knew that there was a tiny psychopath in their midst.
—— “It felt like a way to talk about the thing I was excited about without actually talking about the thing I was excited about.”
He didn’t respond, and as the silence stretched between them, she wondered if she’d said too much.
“It probably sounds silly—”
“No.” He said it at once, his voice all jagged edges. “No, it doesn’t. It sounds like you’ve been alone for a long time.”
“Oh, I’m used to that,” Mika said, her voice just a little too bright. “That’s the way it is.”
“Not here, it’s not,”
Mika you beautiful talented witch, it breaks my heart to know how lonely she must have been. 
- But hopefully not anymore. She will always have people around her now, who will actually care about her.
I am really excited for the magic classes to begin.
- “Magic is so keen to be used that it’s always right at your fingertips, waiting, so you should be able to feel it as soon as you reach for it. Once you can feel it, ask it to do what you want it to. Just keep it simple, and be specific.”
- She couldn’t help admiring the marshmallow heart hiding beneath Terracotta’s porcupine prickles. She knew she would probably fight a lot of battles with the little girl in the next few weeks, but now she was pretty sure that Terracotta wouldn’t be fighting them just because she wanted to be difficult. She’d be fighting them because she was ferociously protective of her sisters, the grown-ups who looked after them, and this safe haven they’d built together. ——- sums it up pretty good for terracotta
I feel you girl, as a child I was like that too, still am. she is quirky, funny, brave, a little psychotic and unapologetically herself 
“Mika,” he said quietly, “if your battalion of nannies and caregivers ever made you feel like a burden because you were different, they were wrong. Not you. You do know that, don’t you?”
“They always knew I was different. It took me years to work out how to behave like I was expected to.”
His voice was shot through with anger again, but this time it wasn’t directed at her. “You shouldn’t have had to do that.”
- Such important words that Mika needed to hear, I wish she had heard them growing up too. 🥺
Rosetta was lonely. It was obvious she loved her sisters and adored her caretakers, and was for the most part an extremely happy young girl, but Mika knew loneliness
Rosetta spent time online. She watched TV and played video games. She knew there was a whole world outside Nowhere House. Unlike Altamira, who was still young and content, and Terracotta, who wanted their small, closed circle to stay that way, Rosetta, the shyest of the three, was also the one most interested in what was outside the gates.
“I’m getting a vote next week?” Mika looked astonished.
“Of course,” Ken replied. “You’ll be well and truly one of us then.”
Mika continued to look stunned, like it had never occurred to her that she might be considered part of something, and Jamie found he violently hated it. He was livid that she was so surprised by such a simple gesture. Hadn’t she ever been treated as anything but an outsider?
“So shall we suggest Ken’s fish and chips idea to Rosetta?” Lucie asked.
“No,” Jamie said abruptly, only too conscious of the fact that he’d lost his f-ing mind. “Do the bookshop thing.”
Four astounded faces swung round to him.
“Excuse me?” Ian spluttered.
“I’m not repeating myself, Ian.”
- Well… well… well…. Jamie
. Looks like someone is starting to care about Mika more than they should 
CHAPTER 11-20
Niceness is good manners, and stopping to give someone directions, and smiling at the overworked cashier at the supermarket. These are all good things, but they have nothing to do with what’s underneath. Niceness is all about what we do when other people are looking. Kindness, on the other hand, runs deep. Kindness is what happens when no one’s looking.”
- I never thought of it this way but it does make a lot of sense. You are right Mika
Mika didn’t dare look at Jamie, whose voice was studiously even as he said, “Did Billy survive the cyclone?”
“He didn’t even notice it!” Rosetta said. “It was only a tiny cyclone.”
Jamie considered her. “Did you have fun?”
“So much fun,” she said, her sheepish, anxious expression dissolving into an enormous smile.
Jamie shrugged. “In that case, a cyclone seems like a reasonable price to pay.”
“I’ve been thinking about what might happen if I combined star shavings, lavender, pollen, and moonlight,” Mika said to her. Circe blew out a sleepy breath. Mika nodded. “I know, I know. You think it’s a bad idea to put stars and moonlight in the same potion. You think they’ll be too powerful together, or that they’ll react unpredictably because neither comes from the earth.” She clicked her tongue thoughtfully, catching a luminous shard drifting past her. “But what if I combined them and something spectacular happened?”
“Go ahead. It’s safe now that it’s in my hand. You can touch it.”
His hand wasn’t quite steady as he reached out.
“Jesus,” he said, letting out a short, low laugh threaded with wonder. “We’re touching a star.”
“Just a very tiny sliver of one,” she said, unable to stop herself from giving him a radiant smile. It was the wonder that undid her. “Does it make it more or less magical if I tell you that, scientifically speaking, we’re all made up of stardust?”
He didn’t even hesitate, raising his eyes to meet hers. “More. Definitely more.”
“For the last time, I did not steal your stupid puzzle!”
“It can’t have just walked away!”
“We’re witches! Maybe it did!”
“Just you wait,” Altamira said bitterly. “Let’s see how you feel when your whole room smells like stinky fish!”
“It can’t smell any worse than you do!”
“What is this evil?” she croaked. “Why have I been engulfed in the fires of a thousand infernos?”
“I believe some call it the sun,” a dry voice informed her.
“Take it away. I want nothing to do with it.”
“There’s irony for you,” said the voice, sounding distinctly amused now.
The nerve. Mika was dying, and he had the audacity to be amused?
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you’ll probably survive.”
Oh. Had she said that out loud?
“You did, yeah.”
“Jamie. The sun. Remove it from the sky at once.”
“Anything for you, love,” came the wry reply. “Especially when you ask so sweetly. But I’m afraid the removal of the sun is beyond even my powers. Pulling the curtains shut will have to do.”
One of the consequences of growing up in a house with no real company, not to mention Primrose’s rather narrow and archaic ideas about what constituted a well-stocked library, was the fact that Mika had read just about every classic there was. Twice. If it was written by somebody called Austen or Shelley or Brontë, Keats or Dickens or Eliot, Christie or Rossetti or Blake, she had read it. (Indeed, lest anyone accuse Primrose of not being worldly, she had also made sure names like Homer, Rumi, Dumas, Tolstoy, and Seth appeared on her shelves.)
Somewhere in the mess of Primrose’s half-explanations and woolly maybes, Mika thought she could see a glimmer of the truth. “They hunted us, so we tried to defend ourselves,” she guessed, tracking the inevitable sequence of events to its tragic end. “Only we cursed ourselves instead.”
“Which is just as I’ve always said,” said Primrose. “A spell went wrong, for which we can thank the prejudices of an uncaring, patriarchal society that went out of its way to punish anybody it deemed too wilful, too powerful, or too different.” Her lips twisted. “Not unlike the society we live in today.”
“Not everyone is like that, my darling. There is someone out there who will accept you as you are, who will allow you to just be Mika.”
“Is there?” Mika asked. “Because the way I see it, to be a witch is to be exploited when it’s convenient and turned against when it isn’t. I’d love to just be Mika, but the rest of the world has yet to give me that privilege.”
“Mika has been so deeply hurt that she has taught herself to run before she can lay down roots, but the thing you have to remember, Jamie, is that when someone leaves, all you can do is leave a window open for them so that one day, if they choose, they can come back.”
She nodded, her eyes wide with surprise, like she couldn’t quite believe he’d understood this about her. “More than anything, I just want one place I can be myself. I just want a home.”
“Home is worth finding,” he said quietly. “Even if it takes a while.”
Over the years, when there had been nobody and nothing else, she and magic had always had each other. But what if they both wanted—needed—more?
“I can’t transform the world, Jamie. The world’s too big and too messy and too stubborn.”
“Who said anything about transforming the world?” He shrugged. “What about just making it a little better? And then a little better? And then a little more, until, one day, maybe long after we’re gone, it has transformed? You deserve more than what you’re allowing yourself to have.”
CHAPTER 21-30
The book has been quite a nice change from my usual reads.
the last 10 chapters are where all the secrets come out, plot twist and love confession are made which I didn’t see coming at all. The ending felt a little abrupt. I would have liked to see Mika open her dream shop and run it. But if you want to know what this books feels like then it’s a written version of the show “ THE GOOD WITCH”.
My rating for the book are as follows:
Plot: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Characters :⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Writing : ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Surprise factor:⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Story telling:⭐️⭐️⭐️
Pace: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Main character: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ she was a relatable character but the writing felt lacking maybe because I prefer first person POV in my books.
Overall rating : 3.2 ⭐️
Edited by wallflowergirl - 1 years ago
Nothing much about the characters yet, except that they are polar opposites and hate each other!
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