the rules of magic eine zauberhafte familie roman alice hoffman

I mean how could I not, the book is always better than the movie, right? With numerous viewings under my belt and the upcoming release of the prequel, The Rules of Magic, I figured now was as good of a time as any to dive in and give this a read.

I’m a little embarrassed to admit it wasn’t until I read my first Alice Hoffman novel last year ( The Museum of Extraordinary Things) that I realized Practical Magic was more than just a swoon-worthy movie I’d watched a dozen times over. Add to this a complete lack of momentum and a generally meandering story line and you get a sad face (or maybe bitch face if I’m being honest) and a thumbs down from me. This kind of writing feels sloppy when it is used beyond the beginning stages of scene setting, and when it is almost the only way the author seems to able to convey meaning it becomes teeth-gnashingly annoying. Within the next page, the total of similar lists goes up to 8. Such things might be worth something, a glance, a peek, a deeper look.' But now Sally began to order things in her mind- grief and joy, dollars and cents, a baby’s cry and the look on her face when you blew her a kiss on a windy afternoon. Everything was still gray- the paintings Antonia brought home from school and slipped beneath her door, the flannel pajamas Kylie wore on chilly mornings, the velvet curtains that kept the world at bay. She considered each of his kisses and all the words he had ever said to her. She thought about Michael’s life and his death, and about every second they had spent together. She thought about the girl in the drugstore and the sound of Antonia’s footsteps on the stairs when she went to bed without a good-night hug. 'Sally thought long and hard each time she hung up the phone. I somehow managed to get through it, but this book was like one never-ending series of mood-setting lists. This is one of those rare examples of the movie being better than the book.

The rules of magic eine zauberhafte familie roman alice hoffman