Thank you to NetGalley, the publishers, and the author for sending me a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!
Big Little Spells continues the story of Small Town, Big Magic. Sister Emerson and Rebekah, formerly “spell dim” have publicly shown the extent of the magic that they aren’t supposed to have. The ruling coven of witches, the Joywood, are willing to reconsider their prior determination of their magical abilities, only if Emerson and Rebekah are willing to relive one of the scariest experiences of life; high school. Both sisters work alongside their fellow witch friends (creating a coven of their own) as well as a brooding and gorgeous immortal witch, Nicholas Frost. Rebekah fights to keep her dark secrets hidden as well as her feelings for Nicholas, whom she’s felt drawn to all her life. Will the sisters be able to prove their standing as powerful witches? Or will they be deemed “spell dim” once more?
This was a great continuation of Small Town, Big Magic. As much as I liked Emerson in that book, I MUCH prefer Rebekah. I love a good redemption arc in a book.
Following some of the witch lore and practices in the book were mildly confusing for me personally, but I really enjoyed it! I can’t wait for the next book and to see what the Riverwood coven gets up to next!
Favorite Quotes from the book are below!
“That’s the difference between real sisters and chosen sisters. The real ones have all that family stuff between them, and whether anyone wants it or not, it always gets in the way. But the sisters we choose come without baggage. Where a blood sister might argue with a story you tell about your life, a best friend embellishes it.”
“I’ve been through therapy. I know all the right things to say and feel. And still, everything she says echoes inside me, the ache of knowing it’s stupid to hurt and futile to wish…while not being able to keep from it. I lived down to every expectation. I embarrassed them— fairly and unfairly. I was and am a stain on the family name. I flaunted being that stain. Still do. And yet, just once, I too want them to look at me and think I’m enough.”
“You learn or you die. Sometimes that death is long and drawn out and looks a lot like fear, but it’s death all the same. You learn so you can live.”
“Maybe I should be appalled, but I understand too well the mistakes we make and sins we commit. When we haven’t healed what’s broken within us. When the dark is too tempting.”
“‘Making mistakes doesn’t make you worthless, Rebekah,’ my grandmother tells me, her voice as steady as her gaze. As her grip. As her love, across all these years and death besides. ‘It makes you alive.’”
“Time doesn’t go one way. It isn’t just the now or then. It’s all things, and I am in tune with the weaving, waving nature of it all. Chaos. Diviner. Me”
“The best kind of recovery I can imagine is love.”