As I’ve mentioned, I’m a fan of “witch cozy” mysteries. I started a new series last night. As is expected of the genre, the woman, who’d been adopted as a baby, has just inherited a bakery from a birth mother she never knew and when she meets her aunt and cousins, they inform her she’s a witch. She has just met her familiar, a talking cat named Shakes (short for William Shakespaw). The cat, who is not happy with the food she has bought, complains “I feel as though you’re getting me store-brand food, when I’m obviously a name-brand kind of cat.”
As I’ve mentioned, I’m a fan of “witch cozy” mysteries. I started a new series last night. As is expected of the genre, the woman, who’d been adopted as a baby, has just inherited a bakery from a birth mother she never knew and when she meets her aunt and cousins, they inform her she’s a witch. She has just met her familiar, a talking cat named Shakes (short for William Shakespaw). The cat, who is not happy with the food she has bought, complains “I feel as though you’re getting me store-brand food, when I’m obviously a name-brand kind of cat.”
The Witching Flour by Samantha Silver