Book Review - Old Magic - Marianne Curley
Sometimes time catches up with you. I haven't finished a single new book this week. Not a single one. My intended review for this week is - according to my kindle - 36% read. That actually kind of disturbs me because sometimes reading, for me, is like breathing. I need it. Like with writing or creating something out of jewelry findings or polymer clay. The urge to read and create are fundamental urges for me; necessary for life. At 31 years old it might seem silly to be chasing a dream with very little financial stability, but there you have it. My dream is to write and I'm going to try it. Anyway, I first encountered this book when I was a junior or senior in high school (2001 or 2002 - it definitely wasn't 2003 because... well... I'll finish my story.) I was in theater class (which was not taken my last semester of high school, thus the not 2003 part) and one of dear friends, at the time, surprised me by suggesting a book....