We Used To Be Magic is the kind of book that sneaks into your heart and refuses to leave. Bea Ingalls writes with such effortless grace, every sentence carrying you along so naturally that you don’t even realise you’re turning the pages until you’ve reached the end.
This story made me laugh in ways no book ever has before reminding me how rare it is to find a writer who truly understands humor. And then, just as easily, it also made me cry. Ezra’s grief is written with a quiet intensity that feels deeply personal. I saw myself in his sorrow, in the way loss reshapes the world when someone we love so deeply is no longer in it. Bea doesn’t just tell a story, she makes you feel it.
Reading this book felt like watching a beautifully shot film: cinematic, vivid, and alive. The dialogue is so natural, so effortless, that you forget you’re reading at all. The characters are real, not just in the way they speak, but in the way they think, feel, and act.
All I can say is that this book is proof of Bea’s talent. I feel like she grabbed in all of this rom-com clichés and built something genuine, something that lingers long after the last chapter.
We Used To Be Magic isn’t just a book, it’s an experience. And I’m endlessly proud of my friend for creating something so special.
So, Bea, I hope we get to see more of these amazing characters soon… 👀