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563 pages, Hardcover
First published August 1, 2013
I wrote The Thinking Woman's Guide to Real Magic after a couple of characters, Nora and Aruendiel, wandered into my imagination and wouldn’t leave. In fact, they're still there. Their story continues in How to Talk to a Goddess and Other Lessons in Real Magic.
“I’m not sure what I love more about How to Talk to a Goddess and Other Lessons in Real Magic—its immersive world of enchantments, so lavishly imagined, or its characters, who are wise and funny and flawed, who win me over with their compelling voices, their wit and heart. A splendid follow-up to The Thinking Woman’s Guide to Real Magic—a sparkling, smart, irresistible read.”—Sally Rosen Kindred, author of Where the Wolf and Says the Forest to the Girl
"Nora braced herself, trying as always to find Naomi’s presence empowering instead of terrifying...Last fall, in a single semester, she had produced both [a] baby and a book on sexual ambiguity in Dickens."So topping off this disastrous weekend, Nora wanders off, and that's where the idiocy and madness (not to mention boredom) begins. She didn't get sucked into some mysterious magical portal, she trespasses onto a property and literally drinks the fucking Kool-Aid.
"The pitcher, dewy with condensation, drew Nora’s attention. Coming closer, she saw it was full of some drink that looked like cranberry juice or iced Red Zinger or even cherry Kool-Aid. Anything cool and liquid was fine with her. She poured herself a drink, ice cubes chiming in her glass, and took a long swallow. Some sort of punch. She couldn’t quite describe the flavor. Draining her glass, she poured herself another."Now here is where the book deviates from my expectations. I thought this would be a magical book, a fantasy...it was, but it never captured my imagination, it was never a pleasure to read, it was never magical, it never gave me the sense of emotion of anything except "Dear god, when will this book be over?"
"Nora went over to the wall where the magician had disappeared and touched the freckled granite. It was solid and cool beneath her fingertips.The characterization within this book is severely lacking. There is a whole lot of telling, and not a lot of showing. The characters only act, the insights into their minds are not introspective, the characters are not complex, and they do not develop enough for me to feel like they're anything but words on paper. I wanted to sympathize with Nora, I really do. As a woman in her 20s myself, I wanted to feel her insecurities, her uncertainties, her hurts...I wanted to relate to her as a woman...unfortunately, she only evoked within me the emotion of impatience, annoyance, and disapproval.
Into the silence that followed, Nora said quickly: “Open Sesame.” Then, louder: “Open Sesame!” She waited."