Friday Favourites: Witches and Tarot and Spells, Oh My!

There are many books which fill me with that wonderful 
surge of excitement when I first set my eyes upon them, 
but none fill me with quite the same joy as a 
book on witchcraft, spells or tarot.

Today I thought I'd share a few of my favourites.

Throughout this post, each title is a link which will open in a 
new window and direct you to shops/sites where you 
can find copies for your own bookshelves.


My Tarot Deck - The Wild Unknown 

I have a vast collection on my own shelves, which get taken 
down, thumbed through and put to use from time to time...

This will help you to enchant new love into your life, 
change your fortune or manifest your dreams, 
while banishing all forms of negativity.

A beautiful tome which will encourage you to 
forage for the ingredients you need for its natural magic.

It contains a plethora of spells and enchantments 
to use in all walks of life.  It teaches how to write 
your own spells and learn more
 about a Wiccan religion.

I adore this delectable cover and its inner pages which teach
magical potions and spells.

Nothing beats a vintage book, for me and I'm forever intrigued
by other people's beliefs and rituals.

Another favourite, this is beautiful both 
inside and out, much like the gentleman who gave it to me.

He always seems to know the exact gift to give.

An important book for all, we must always learn what helps us to relax,
and find ways to pamper and soothe both body and spirit.


I hope you've enjoyed your little wander along my bookshelves,
and that I've encouraged you to delve into a little magic of your own.

Have a wonderful day, whatever you decide to do.

Review: Ocean at the End of The Lane, by Neil Gaiman

I gave this wonderful read 5 stars on Goodreads.

I'll offer no spoilers, but will share its blurb...


"Sussex, England. A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home 

to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, 

he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was 

seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, 

and her mother and grandmother. He hasn't thought of Lettie in 

decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she'd claimed 

was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse, the 

unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past 

too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened 

to anyone, let alone a small boy.

Forty years earlier, a man committed suicide in a stolen car at this 

farm at the end of the road. Like a fuse on a firework, 

his death lit a touchpaper and resonated in unimaginable ways. 

The darkness was unleashed, something scary and thoroughly 

incomprehensible to a little boy. And Lettie - magical, comforting, 

wise beyond her years - promised to protect him, no matter what."


 I'd read this book while on a night shift and found myself unable 

to tear my eyes away from Neil Gaiman's words, 

until they appeared to dance across the page, 

and I knew I needed more coffee. 

As daylight crept in, I was still turning its pages, 

until, with a feeling of dread, I came to the end of the book.

I was filled with a sense of loss and emptiness, as is often the way

when ending a much-loved tale. Like saying goodbye to an old friend.

I'd loved it ever since and knew I'd want to read it again some day.

Last month, my thoughtful daughter swept me off to London 

where we sat among the audience, while Neil Gaiman 

read a chapter from this wonderful tome, 

and Elise Hurst discussed her illustration technique. 

Throughout the evening I kept sighing, overwhelmed 

with happiness, and really didn't want the night to end.

As we left the building, my daughter pulled me off to a little desk 

where she collected a hard-backed copy of the book and handed it to me. 

Inside, both illustrator and author had signed it. 

I now own a reading copy and this, my treasured copy.

Book reviews are published on the 1st of each month.