When I was a kid, I had many books. One book I enjoyed reading over and over was a hardbound that had colorful illustrations of witches, monsters, gnomes, and wizards. I loved that book. It was called Witches Galore by Linda Jennings.
But as I grew up, I gained more books and pushed my childhood ones to the back of the bookcase. Eventually, Witches Galore didn’t make it into the small box that I would be bringing with me to California.
I never completely forgot Witches Galore, so now and then I got pangs of guilt and melancholy.
I decided to fix that last week.
I went to Amazon and found a copy of Witches Galore for less than $5. Grabbed that.
The excitement that gripped me when I opened its pages again after over six years is indescribable. It felt like I had opened a portal to my childhood. Witches Galore became a prodigal son.
I can’t wait to reread the stories that captured me when I was young, like the story about the witches on vacuum cleaners…
…and the ugly witch who found magical boots that made her pretty, among others.
Enough chit-chat. I am going to go read my book now.