Witch Catcher [NOOK Book]

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When her widower father inherits a castlelike estate in the mountains of West Virginia, 12-year-old Jen is thrilled. It seems like a wish come true. But she quickly realizes that not all change is positive. Her dad has a mysterious new girlfriend, Moura, who slowly drives a wedge between Jen and her father. Furthermore, Moura has an unusually strong—almost obsessive—interest in the antiques that fill the mansion, especially a beautiful glass globe that Jen finds hanging in a window. When Jen’s cat accidentally ...
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Overview

When her widower father inherits a castlelike estate in the mountains of West Virginia, 12-year-old Jen is thrilled. It seems like a wish come true. But she quickly realizes that not all change is positive. Her dad has a mysterious new girlfriend, Moura, who slowly drives a wedge between Jen and her father. Furthermore, Moura has an unusually strong—almost obsessive—interest in the antiques that fill the mansion, especially a beautiful glass globe that Jen finds hanging in a window. When Jen’s cat accidentally breaks the globe, which Moura calls a “witch catcher,” strange things begin to happen. . . .
   An odd-looking girl wearing a torn dress appears, seemingly out of nowhere, and Moura’s behavior becomes more sinister, leading Jen to believe that her father is a pawn in an evil scheme. Soon Jen finds herself caught in the midst of a supernatural war, with the fate of an enchanted race—and her family—at stake.
   Inspired by the age-old legend of witch catchers, Mary Downing Hahn brings a magical cast of characters to life in this compelling fantasy adventure. Author’s note.
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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Janice DeLong
At first, inheriting a castle in the mountains of West Virginia seems like a dream come true to twelve-year-old Jen. On moving day, Jen, her widowed father, and her small cat Tink sort of rattle around in the mysterious dwelling--until Jen discovers an off-limits tower in their expansive back yard. The temptation to invade the dark and ramshackle structure is too great, and Jen's life begins to swarm with a series of supernatural events. Stirring the magic brew is Moura, an antique dealer who wants to possess the treasures of the castle--along with Jen's apparently willing father--while finding a way to dispose of the pesky daughter. Moura is especially inquisitive about small globes of amazing colors, repudiated to be successful in trapping witches. When Jen secretly comes into possession of one of these mysterious artifacts, her life is no longer lonely but filled with adventure, supernatural friends, and threats from her dad's, now, fiancee. Shape shifting, deception, night flights, and a small host of fairies add to the intrigue of this unpredictable little novel.
School Library Journal
Gr 3-6-As the story launches, 12-year-old Jen and her father are settling into the West Virginia castle they inherited from an eccentric great-uncle. Jen is excited about this new adventure until she meets her father's evil new love interest. Moura, a local antiques dealer, has bewitched Jen's father to gain control of a blown-glass witch catcher inhabited by a certain fairy. Moura and Jen engage in a supernatural tug-of-war as Jen gets drawn into the middle of an age-old battle between fairies and witches. After her cat accidentally releases and befriends the fairy, Kieryn, they face off against Moura and her ilk in a contest to trap the other side forever in the luminous bulbs. Although the story gets off to a slow start, the pace picks up and is sustained with page-turning suspense. Jen makes a brave heroine and a nice foil to Moura's over-the-top evil-stepmother routine. Although some characters are developed more than others, Hahn weaves an engaging story.-Nicki Clausen-Grace, Carillon Elementary School, Oviedo, FL Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Twelve-year-old Jen's father inherits Mostyn Castle, a mansion in rural West Virginia, from his eccentric great-uncle Thaddeus, and the two move there from Maryland. Unbeknownst to Jen, while on several trips to get the house ready, her father has literally fallen under the spell of Moura Winters, a local antiques dealer. Jen dislikes her immediately and learns that Moura is actually a witch from the Fairy realm who came to this world decades ago in pursuit of the rightful heirs to the throne of Fairy. After freeing the heirs from their glass prisons, Jen works with them to trap Moura and reopen the door to their home world. Putting aside the stock idea of having Dad be under the spell of an evil woman bent on marrying him, this is an original fantasy/horror adventure. Jen is a strong, believable, likable heroine. The war between the witches and the fairies and the magical mechanisms are fresh and well-presented. Hahn's fans and devotees of Emily Rodda's many series will be heartily pleased. (Fiction. 9-14)
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"An intriguing read." —Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

"Page-turning suspense." —School Library Journal

"An original fantasy/horror adventure...Hahn's fans and devotees of Emily Rodda's many series will be heartily pleased." —Kirkus Reviews

"A fast-paced, suspenseful fantasy in which an appealing heroine stands against forces seemingly beyond her control." —Booklist, ALA

"Hahn's many fans will come right along on this author's first foray into magical fantasy." —Horn Book

"An excellent start for uninitiated fantasy readers." —Horn Book Guide, Pointer

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547533766
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 7/24/2006
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 112,768
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • File size: 319 KB

Meet the Author

Mary Downing Hahn, a former children’s librarian, is the award-winning author of many popular ghost stories, including Deep and Dark and Dangerous and The Old Willis Place. An avid reader, traveler, and all-around arts lover, Ms. Hahn lives in Columbia, Maryland, with her two cats, Oscar and Rufus.

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Chapter 4

   I found them in the kitchen having tea and talking softly. “How did you ever end up in a boring little town in the mountains of West Virginia?” Dad was asking Moura.
   She smiled. “It’s a long story, Hugh.” Dad reached for her hand. “I love long stories.” When I cleared my throat loudly, Moura looked at me. She’d finally removed her glasses. They lay on the table beside her cup, casting colored shadows on the tablecloth. Her eyes were large and a light greenish gray, the pupils ringed with yellow. “Have a seat, Jen.” Moura motioned toward a chair. Her lips curved briefly into a smile that didn’t reach her strange eyes. Somehow she made me feel unwelcome without being anything but polite.
   Reluctantly, I slid into the seat and sat there tongue-tied with discomfort, the third person, totally unnecessary. Dad patted my hand, but I had a feeling he wished I hadn’t interrupted the conversation. Cadoc lay at Moura’s feet, his head resting on her sandals. When he saw me, he raised his head and stared with eyes as pale and cold as his mistress’s. Although he didn’t growl, I moved my chair away, ready to run if he so much as opened his mouth. I was glad Tink hadn’t followed me downstairs.
   Moura patted the dog’s head. “Cadoc won’t hurt you, Jen,” she said. “Come closer.” Feeling childish, I forced myself to do as she said. Her perfume was strong, cloying. It made my head ache just to sit near her. And her eyes . . . When she looked at me, I wished she’d kept her glasses on.
   “Cadoc,” Moura said, “this is Jen.” The dog sat up and extended a paw for me to shake. I took it gingerly, feeling the hard claws housed in soft fur and velvety footpads. “Pleased to meet you,” I lied.
   The introduction finished, I backed away from Moura and her dog, relishing the distance from both of them. “Isn’t he amazing?” Dad asked me.
   “Moura has trained that dog perfectly.” I nodded, but I was glad to see Cadoc lie down again. “Perhaps we could take a walk with Cadoc one fine day,” Moura suggested to me. “I know a lovely path by the river.” Dad went on for a while about how much fun it would be to ramble through the woods with the scariest dog I‘d ever seen. Of course, he didn’t think Cadoc was scary. No, he was Moura’s dog and just as perfect as she was.
   During a lull in the conversation, I asked Moura what she thought of Great-Uncle Thaddeus’s things.
   She smiled. “The house is full of treasures—paintings, sculpture, porcelain, silver, old books. If your father wants to sell his great-uncle’s possessions, he’ll be a rich man indeed.
   Why, the dining-room furniture alone is worth at least fifteen thousand dollars.” I stared at her, absolutely amazed.
   “Who on earth would pay that much for old furniture?” “Collectors,” Moura said, “dealers, maybe even a museum. The set is solid walnut, handcrafted, and in perfect condition.” I turned to Dad. “Are you going to sell it?” He shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. We just moved in, Jen. I want to live with Uncle Thaddeus’s things for a while before I make any decisions.” When Dad paused to sip his tea, Moura turned to me, her eyes keen. “I was expecting to find something I was told your uncle owned,” she said slowly, “but I didn’t see it anywhere.” “What were you looking for?” I asked.
   “A glass globe, about this big.” Moura cupped her hands to show me. “It’s decorated with a swirling pattern of colors. There’s a little spout on one side and a loop at the top so it can be hung in a window.” While Moura described my globe, I drank my tea silently. I didn’t dare look at my father for fear I’d give myself away. The globe was mine. I’d found it, and I wasn’t going to give it to anyone—especially Moura.
   “Some people call it a sun catcher,” Moura went on, “but its original name was witch catcher. In the old days, superstitious people believed the pretty pattern in the glass had the power to draw witches and other evil creatures through the spout and into the globe. Trapped inside, the witch was powerless.” “Is that right?” Dad leaned toward Moura, amused by her story. More worried than amused, I studied the tea leaves in my cup, wishing I could tell my own fortune. I was haunted by the girl I’d seen in the painting, her hands pressed against what I’d thought was a glass wall. Had Great-Uncle Thaddeus captured a witch in that globe? Was she at this very moment hidden in my closet?
   Moura smiled her strange smile. “Well, it’s certainly true that the globes were called witch catchers, and people hung them in their windoows to protect themselves.” She stared for a moment into her own teacup, her long slender fingers curved around the fragile china. “Today witch catchers are valued for their beauty, but I find their history fascinating. Suppose the old superstitions are true and witttttches actually are held captive in those pretty globes? Suppose you broke one and the witch escaped?” As she spoke, Moura gazed directly at me. Her voice was light, even playful, but the expression in her eyes was anything but humorous.
   I shrugged and looked away. If Moura thought she could scare me into confessing I had the trap, she was mistaken.
   “Nonsense,” Dad said with a laugh.
   “These days, you won’t find witches roaming the countryside just waiting to be trapped in glass globes.” “You’d be surprised,” Moura said in a voice so low Dad didn’t seem to hear. But I did. Maybe because she was looking at me, not my father. Despite myself, I shivered. Was she warning me? Or just trying to scare me?
   “I have a client who collects witch catchers,” Moura went on in a normal voice. “He’s most anxious to acquire another. I know for a fact he’s willing to pay several hundred dollars for the one your uncle owned.” Her head swung toward me, and her long hair swirled around her pale face. “Have you seen the globe, Jen?” Taken by surprise, I shook my head.
   Near my feet Cadoc stirred and sighed, his breath warm on my leg.
   “We haven’t explored the tower,” Dad said. “Maybe Uncle Thaddeus kept it up there.” “There’s nothing in the tower,” I said.
   “You told me so yourself.” “Would you mind if I had a look?” Moura asked. “We’ll all go,” Dad said. “Jen’s dying to explore the place.” “But you told me it’s not safe,” I reminded him. “You said it was about to fall down.” Dad laughed. “Goodness, Jen, I didn’t think you believed anything I told you.” He meant it as a joke, but his words stung. Sarcasm wasn’t Dad’s style. “I’m sure the tower’s perfectly safe,” Moura said, apparently missing both the joke and the sarcasm.
   Getting to her feet, she reached for her glasses. Reluctantly, I followed Dad and Moura outside. Cadoc ran gracefully ahead, his long, lithe body stretching as if his bones were strung together with elastic.
   The first thing Dad noticed, of course, was the broken lock. He turned to me and frowned. “Do you know anything about this, Jen?” “A burglar could have done it last night,” I said, choosing my words carefully. Not a lie, but not quite the truth, either.
   Dad stared at me, his eyes filled with suspicion. “What thief would come all the way out here just to break into this old ruin?” Moura surprised me by saying, “Jen may be right, Hugh. We’ve had several robberies lately. Probably teenagers with nothing else to do.” Dad obviously didn’t want to argue with Moura, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced I was being truthful.
   Without saying more, he shoved the door open, letting out a whiff of dank, moldy air. Moura stepped back, her nose wrinkled in distaste. Dad smiled. “The tower’s been closed for so long, it’s no wonder it smells bad. Once we get to the top, you won’t notice the odor.” When Moura hesitated, Dad took her arm.
   “Come on, Moura. Where’s your sense of adventure?” Cadoc ran up the winding stairs, ahead of us all. Moura allowed Dad to lead her across the threshold and up the creaky old stairs, but the expression of distaste stayed on her face. Unfortunately, I hadn’t thought to straighten up before I’d left. The chair stood on the table where I’d put it. Worse yet, the dust was marked with footprints, clearly showing the ridges on the soles of my running shoes. Dad frowned at me. “Someone’s been up here,” he said. “With feet just about the size of yours. How do you explain that, Jen?” Moura surprised me again by laughing. 

“Children will be children,” she told Dad. “They’re as curious as cats. And just as devious.” “Let’s hope they have nine lives as well.” Dad gave me a look that plainly said I’d hear more about this later.
   Pretending indifference, I watched the two of them search the room. Dad bumped his head on a low rafter. Moura coughed. A pigeon took wing from a rafter and flew out a broken window. Mice scurried from one hiding place to another. Cadoc made no move to chase them. He seemed more interested in prowling about, sniffing at things.
   When they’d looked in all the obvious places, Dad turned his attention to his great-uncle’s paintings, but Moura came to me. “You’re sure you didn’t see the witch catcher, Jen?
   It might have been hanging in one of the windows.” I gave Moura the sweet look that worked so well on my teachers. “I didn’t stay up here very long. The dust bothered me.” As proof, I covered my mouth and coughed.
   “But why is the chair on the table?” Moura asked. “Was there something up there that you were trying to reach?” I shrugged. “I wanted to see out the window better.” Moura continued studying me, her eyes hidden behind those tinted glasses. No trace of her earlier smile lingered on her lips. Touching Dad’s shoulder, she said, “I think we’ve seen all there is to see, Hugh.” “Before we go, take a look at these paintings. They’re quite remarkable.” Dad gave Moura a warm smile. “They remind me of Yeats’s poetry somehow. Do you remember ‘The Stolen Child’?” Moura nodded. “‘Come away, O human child! . . . For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand,’” she quoted softly, eyeing me while she spoke. In her voice, the words had a menacing quality I’d never noticed when Dad read the poem to me. Dad nodded, unaware of anything but Moura’s knowledge of the poem he loved. “Yes, that’s the one I was thinking of. Fairies and all their ambiguity.” He pointed to the painting on the easel. “It’s a pity Uncle Thaddeus never finished this one—or the others of the same face. They have an unearthly quality, altogether unsettling. Is she scared? Is she angry? Is she good or evil?” Moura glanced at me. “I’d say she’s wicked, the very sort of creature who finds witch catchers irresistible. Look at her eyes—the curious slant, the hint of evil in their depths.
   She’s not someone I’d want to meet in a dark wood.” “Yes, I see what you mean.” Dad turned to me. “How about you, Jen? What do you think of her?” “She looks scared.” I edged away and almost stumbled over Cadoc, who was lying on the floor behind me. He growled so softly no one heard but me. “Not evil.” Moura removed her glasses and contemplated the paintings, her head tilted so that her hair fell straight and shiny to one side. “The same client who collects witch catchers has a keen interest in fairy lore. Shall I tell him about these paintings? He’d be willing to pay a great deal for them.” Dad hesitated before he answered. “I’m not sure I want to part with them just yet,” he said at last. “But if your client wants to look at them, I have no objection.” Taking the paintings with him, Dad led the way downstairs with Moura behind him, her long skirt flowing. Cadoc followed, close at her heels. I brought up the rear, allowing plenty of distance between myself and the dog. At the bottom of the steps, I lingered in the tower doorway and watched Dad and Moura walk across the lawn, their heads close, talking softly. Cadoc loped in circles around them, as lean and graceful as a greyhound but far more menacing. When I caught up with them, I heard Moura tell Dad, “I’m sorry I can’t accept your invitation. I have a business engagement this evening. Perhaps tomorrow night?” Dad’s face brightened. “That will be even better. I’ll have more time to plan a great dinner for you.” Moura waved to Dad and me and got into her car. Cadoc made himself comfortable in the passenger seat, and off they went, leaving a cloud of dust behind. As soon as the car was out-of-sight, Dad turned to me.
   “I’m disappointed in you, Jen,” he said. “Not only did you go into the tower, but you lied about it. Worse yet, I have a feeling you know exactly where that witch catcher is.” Ashamed to meet his eyes, I looked at the ground and shook my head. Even though it upset me to lie to my father, I had no intention of giving the glass globe to Moura. I enjoyed knowing I had something she wanted.

That night, I retrieved the globe from its hiding place and stared into the glass. I saw nothing. No witch. No evil spirit. It was all nonsense anyway. How could a full-size witch be sucked into a glass globe no bigger than a softball?
   I strung a green ribbon through the loop at the top and tied the ribbon around my curtain rod. The globe spun slowly in the night breeze, catching light from the moon. Tink watched the globe turn, his eyes big. He rose on his hind legs as if he longed to bat it back and forth like one of his toys. “Oh, no, you don’t.” I scooped him up, and he snuggled against me purring, his eyes fixed on the globe. The breeze blew harder, and the globe spun slowly, casting its pattern of delicate blues and greens and violets faintly on the moonlit floor. An insect buzzed loudly—a cicada hidden in the ivy draping my window, I guessed.
   Suddenly, Tink twisted out of my arms and leapt at the globe as if he meant to knock it down. “No!” I shouted and gave him a light spank on his side. He hissed at me and ran under the bed.
   I knelt down and peered at him, almost invisible in the shadows. “I’m sorry, Tink,” I whispered.
   “I was afraid you’d break it—and let the witch out.” I was joking, but he growled at me, his tail twice as big as usual.
   “Tink!” I reached for him, but he growled again, louder this time. “What’s the matter with you? Are you afraid of that cicada?” I reached for him again but got the same grumpy response. “Okay, stay there. See if I care, silly old cat.” I slid under the covers and turned out the bedside lamp. The cicada cried louder, buzzing as if it were in my room, not in the ivy outside the window. Drowsily, I watched the witch catcher turn this way and that, subject to every whim of the breeze. The glass seemed to glow with a greenish light, as if it caught moonlight as well as sunlight. A moon catcher, I thought, liking that better than witch catcher. Slowly I slid into a deep sleep full of strange dreams. In the first, I was alone in a dark forest. Tall trees loomed over me, hiding the sky. There was no movement, no sound; not one leaf stirred, yet I sensed someone watching me. I turned slowly, fearfully, but saw nothing. I walked farther. The mossy ground was soft and damp. My feet sank into it, making no noise but releasing the smell of decaying leaves.
   I was frightened. I tried to run, but the soft ground held me back.
   Suddenly, not very far ahead, Moura stepped out from behind a tree, her face like the moon, her clothes like the night, her glasses trapping darkness. “Give me the witch catcher, Jen,” she said in her soft voice. “I know you have it.” I looked at my cupped hands. Though I hadn’t noticed it earlier, I was holding the globe. An odd green light seeped through my fingers, and the glass warmed my skin.
   Moura came closer, taller and more menacing with each step. Her neck lengthened, her body thinned. A black gown clung to her body in a scaly pattern. “No games,” she whispered. “You don’t know who I really am. You don’t know what I can do. Foolish girl, you don’t even know what you hold in your hands.” I tried to call for help but could do no more than gasp. The globe grew warmer, its light shone brighter, and it moved in my hands like an egg about to break open.
   “Give it to me quickly!” Moura grabbed my hands and tried to take the globe. Its heat burned her fingers, and she sprang back with a curse. Dropping to the ground, she took the shape of a long black snake. Just as she reared to strike, the dream changed, and I was alone in the tower. The moon shone through the tiny windows, illuminating the painting of the girl’s face. Suddenly, the leaves behind her stirred and rustled. Turning her strange eyes to me, she pressed her hands against the canvas as if she were trapped behind a wall.
   “Help me!” she cried. “Please help me.” Terrified, I backed away and tripped on something long and sinuous. The snake slithered across the tower floor behind me. But I wasn’t what it wanted this time. Its attention was focused on the girl in the painting. “Help me,” the girl begged again as the snake coiled around the base of the easel.
   But I could do nothing, neither move nor speak. Paralyzed, I watched the snake rise higher and strike the painting. At the same moment, a flock of crows smashed through the window, exploding into the room, filling it with wild cries, sharp beaks, and black feathers. The serpent fled, the crows swooping after it.
   The girl was a painting again. The leaves were still and so was she. I was alone in the dark, silent tower.
   I woke suddenly with the image of the girl’s face before me. In my bedroom window, the witch catcher sparkled in the morning light. Tink perched on the windowsill beneath it, watching the globe intently, his ears pricked as if he heard something.
   While the cat watched, I carried the globe back to its hiding place in my closet. Still under the spell of my dream, I almost expected it to feel warm in my hands, to glow and pulsate, but its glass surface remained cool.

   Copyright © 2006 by Mary Downing Hahn.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2011

    Witch Catcher

    This book is great for anyone who loves mystery, paranormal, and other interesting genres. I suggest it for young teens and young adults.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2011

    EPIC!!!!!!!!

    This book held my interest i read it in bed till12:00! U have no idea the marvals of this book. READ IT!!!!!!!!!

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2012

    anonymous

    this book was one of the best books ive read. despite all the errors you will enjoy the book. i recomend it for all people who love unpredictabe adventurous mysterios books.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2011

    It was O.K.

    I love Mary Downing Hahn books, but this one was the worst one I have read.

    3 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2012

    I lovvvvvvvvvvvveeeeee this book!!!!!!!

    It was sooooooooooooooooooo good!!!!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2012

    Great fantasy - beware of ebook

    Another thrilling read by Ms. Hahn. However, the e- book was poorly edited. Children will be frustrated by all the typos and not be able to easily read that version. As an elementary librarian, I highly recommend this book - just get a hard copy!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2012

    WOW

    THIS BOOK IS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2012

    Seriously

    Wow you are critizising people but still ther were soooooooooo many silly little erors it was ridiculous

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2012

    Soooooo many typos

    Great book untill the publishing company uses incorret grammer. I am a forth grader and I noticed these errors.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2012

    the amount of typos were ridiculous!!!

    I have never read a book with soooo many typos! The story line wasn't too bad but after about the 1000th error I found my self wondering how they could actually charge money for something so poorly edited. Definitly need better typists and or editing.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2012

    Greatish

    Too many spell mistakes unrealalistic story love other mdh books though

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2011

    I love mary downing hahn books!

    Their so mysterious! And i like how they spook u out at night! This book was amazing! I loved it!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2011

    A fun mystery by a great author

    Mysteriously intreging but will have you sitting on the edge of you seat hanh makes it so you can feel the emotions of the charecters and youll never gues the ending soawe some!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2007

    I couldnt put it down!!!!

    when I first read this book, I couldnt put it down. I read it between periods at school, i shut myself up in my room to read it, and I was just wrapped up in suspense and magic every time I opened it. The book was so realistic, that I could picture the charactors in my head, and hear their voices. I jumped when something happened, and wondered when something was mysterious, mary downig-hahn sucked me into this story of mystery, love, magic, good vs evil, and friends. I highly reccomend this book to anyone who has ever wanted to be in a story. Read the book and let the magic come alive.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2013

    AMZING!!!!!

    Good for people who like mary downing hahn.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2013

    Awesome

    Jen finds a happy present a sun catcher but her dads girl friend said its a wich catcher but when she brskes the wich catcer shes in trouble

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2011

    Hide this book Hide this book

    I was readin 2 chapters of it in my math class and i was so into it that when my teacher was going through algebra paths she looked ober and saw me reading it.
    I had to solve # 5 on my own.it was so easy but it is worth.
    Be sure to buy a book called what my mother foesnt know it is really good but a little innapropriate witch cacher recieves 4 stars ffom me

    Elena boucard age 11

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  • Posted April 1, 2011

    this book'!!!!!!!

    i loved this when i read it and i still do!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2011

    Truly Brilliant

    Even though I only read my sample, I love how Ms. Hahn always describes things.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2011

    amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!

    i love mary downing hahn books and this was at the top of my favorites list

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