What happens when the glimpse of a future that made you fell in love with your husband and with a little boy who didn’t yet exist falls to pieces, despite your firmest belief that it’s meant to be? Natalia Sullivan, serene yogini and beloved non-witch member of the Sullivan clan, finds her calm and inner peace rapidly crumbling as the dream she’s held onto for so long vanishes with each month of negative pregnancy tests. The universe – and her body – are conspiring against her and Jamie, denying them the fulfillment of the hope they’ve built their relationship on. Can the two – and the rest of Witch Central – survive the loss of a little boy they’ve loved for three years, even though they’ve never felt his kisses or wrapped him in hugs? When all of the magic in California and Nova Scotia combined is unable to waken Nat’s womb, Nat and Jamie just might crumble along with their dream.
Tears and laughter mixed wonderfully as I read through this book. I’ve tried time and again to explain what exactly makes Debora Geary’s books so enchanting – so absolutely heart breaking and heart healing in the same moment. This time, I’m going to borrow a few of her words from a recent interview with Herbiary.com’s Meg Smith. (For the entire interview, go here: http://herbiary.com/blogs/herban-wisdom/11126069-wisdom-an-exchange-with-debora-geary)
“There are few values I hold more dear than that we are each wonderful, unique, and worthy of love. And when we as a community can’t manage that, it weakens all of us. I grew up in a small town and felt very different. Other. And then I went to an international school in Italy for two years and found deep connection with people who shared nothing of my culture, language, or upbringing. It was transformative, and it shaped a very important part of who I am (including the deeply ingrained belief that a shared meal makes everything better ☺). I’ve spent much of my life since reaching across divides of one sort or another – to delinquent teens, senior executives, cancer patients. Learning how much of me lives in each of them. But nothing drove this message home more than the chance to be mother to my son. Griffin is severely autistic – he doesn’t speak, and he understands only a very little of what we say to him. And some days, being his mama is the most deeply frustrating experience of my life. But mostly, it has stripped my sense of what love is back to the very essentials. When he curls up against my chest, full of giggles or sleepy snuggles, it is so obvious that we are, in all the most important ways, so very much alike. Everything else is just trappings. My books are my plea to the world to see his heart. To see every heart.”
Debora puts her heart – and ours – in her work and creates a community we’d all love to be a part of: one of acceptance, love, humor, compassion and understanding. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to read one of her books without longing to be a part of Witch Central and the crazy, amazing clan of Sullivans. Ten stars out of five!