WISHES is a young adult novella that hones in on a town
full of witches living among the cowen, or non-magic people.
The main character, Katy, is a young witch who has a slew of
lessons to learn about life, love, and the magic that
surrounds her. The night before the quarter year holiday
celebration called Beltane, Katy's friends go on a fairy
hunt. Katy finds a box with a message that allows her a
wish, unfortunately she doesn't believe it, and doesn't
realize she has used it, until it is too late. Not all hope
is lost though, as Artie supplies her with ways out of each
wish she makes. Wish after wish Katy learns that things are
the way they are for a reason; however, the Fairy Queen has
other plans for Katy and her fairy.
Molly Cochran has
written several different novels, in many genres. WISHES
is a novella from her Legacy series. The story is
smooth and
her plot is superb, though there are several plots within
the story, they all work well together and lead Katy to grow
as a person throughout. The characters are well written and
only assist in the lessons to be learned. Each character has
its own tone and personality. They hold Katy to the
standards any friend should be held to; loyalty, humor, and
condolences, when needed.
WISHES is written for a younger
audience, which is obvious by the easy word choice and high
school drama. The simplicity of the story and dialogue leave
you wanting more, but what it lacks in wording it makes up
in plot and design. Molly Cochran has a way of grabbing on
to the young adult tone and painting a scene that resembles
the youth in which it describes. Over all, WISHES is a
great Young Adult read.
On Walpurgisnacht, where it is said that fairies abound, Katy meets a troubled fairy who must grant her every wish. But her wish for Peter to love her madly quickly backfires when he follows her around obsessively and weeps over her inattention. So Katy tries a different approach—but a wish for popularity brings about trouble as well. Can her good intentions make up for the misfortune and disappointment that seem to follow every wish? Katy must battle the magic of the Fairy Queen and her henchman to undo the spells—but can she truly repair the damage she’s done?
Excerpt
Excerpt from the e-novella Wishes When Katy wishes in a carnival fortune-telling booth that her unromantic boyfriend would become more demonstrative, she has no idea that her wish will come true . . . and that she’ll wish it hadn’t! It was Mabel Bean’s fortune telling booth, which was a nice surprise, considering I could have picked the fake tattoo tent or the All Things Cammo booth. The place was cool and dark inside, and smelled like cookies. Mrs. Bean was dressed like a gypsy, with a headscarf and large hoop earrings, but she was still the soft, comforting presence she always was. “Katy, dear!” she said as if she were simply delighted to see me. Mrs. Bean was always like that. It was what made her so nice to be around. “Please sit down. Would you care for a treat?” She held out one of her famous cookies. “Er, thanks,” I said, sitting down uncertainly. I looked over my shoulder in case Peter was behind me, but of course he wasn’t. He’d probably been caught up with his phone call, and hadn’t given me another thought. “These are great,” I mumbled, my mouth full. “You look glum, sweetheart,” she said. “Can I help?” Mrs. Bean was an empath, like my great-grandmother. She could literally feel my pain. I didn’t want to lay that on her, but I knew I couldn’t lie to an empath, so I said, “I don’t think so, Mrs. Bean. It’s just dumb stuff. Boyfriend stuff.” “Ah,” she said. “But that’s not dumb stuff at all. The whole festival of Beltane celebrates love.” “Yes, well . . .” I assumed a world-weary pose, draping my arm across the back of my chair. “Maybe love is overrated.” She smiled. “Oh, no, Katy. Love is the most powerful force in the universe. But like all powerful forces, it can be destructive. Love can hurt.” “I guess,” I said, feeling myself tearing up again. “But does it have to hurt so much?” I lay my head on my arms across her wobbly little table, which gave way under my weight. A crystal ball that had been precariously balanced on a little rack rolled off. Mrs. Bean caught it before it hit the floor, but pulled off most of the tablecloth in the process, revealing a particleboard disk that had been set atop a milk crate and was now rolling away. The remains of my cookie went flying, too. “Gee, I’m sorry,” I said, jumping up to help put things back in order again. In the process I hit Mrs. Bean with my elbow and accidentally pulled the scarf off her head. “Oh, God,” I said as I tripped over the milk crate and struck one of the poles that was holding up the tent. One side of it collapsed, trapping me under the canvas. “Katy!” She finally pulled me out and held me like a baby in her chubby, comforting arms. “Look what I’ve done!” I wailed. “I can’t do anything right!” “Nonsense,” she cooed in the midst of the destruction and chaos I’d generated. “Jonathan will have everything fixed in a minute. Just calm down.” “O . . . Okay,” I sobbed. “You’re going to be fine.” I nodded, although that was just to be polite, because I’d wrecked her tent. I really didn’t feel as if I’d ever be fine again. “Now,” she said, holding me at arm’s length and giving me a big dimpled smile, “tell me your wish.” “What?” I wiped my nose with my sleeve. She pointed to a cardboard sign behind what had been the table. It read Wishes $2. I figured she wanted to get rid of me, and I couldn’t blame her. “World peace, “I muttered. “I wish for world peace.” “Come now, Katy,” Mrs. Bean said. “What do you really want?” I felt my bottom lip trembling. “Yes, that’s it,” she prodded. “Go ahead.” “I . . . I wish Peter would pay more attention to me,” I blurted out. There, I’d said it. Childish, selfish, and silly as it was, that was what I really wanted more than anything in the world. More than world peace. “Now, doesn’t that feel better?” Mrs. Bean asked, dabbing my eyes with a handkerchief that smelled like baked goods. “I guess,” I answered. “I’m really sorry—” “Katy!” Mrs. Bean and I both turned, startled, at the loud male voice. It was Peter. “Uh, hi,” I said. He barreled toward us, kicking things out of his way. Then he threw his arms around me and kissed me passionately. “Well,” Mrs. Bean said with some embarrassment, “it seems your wish has come true.” I couldn’t answer because Peter’s lips felt as if they were glued onto mine. I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t stop. “Good heavens, Peter,” Mrs. Bean said at last. “Some restraint may be in order here.” “I can’t help it, Mrs. Bean,” he said, crushing me against him. “I love her.” “Er . . .” I began, but I could barely breathe, let alone talk. “Well, all right.” Mrs. Bean looked uncertain. “But do you think you could demonstrate your affection elsewhere? I have customers waiting.” She steered Peter out of the tent, with me draped over his arm like a coat. “And perhaps you might tell Jonathan about the, ah, damage . . .” As soon as we were outside, Peter bent me backward until I was nearly horizontal and kissed me again, his fingers clutching my hair. “Oh, never mind,” Mrs. Bean said, trotting past us and waving to my family, who were all still nearby. “Jonathan!” she trilled, waving to the carnival hanyman. “I need some help with my tent!” Jonathan strode over with his toolbox, glancing at Peter and me curiously as he entered Mrs. Bean’s tent. By this time Peter had released me from his embrace, but I knew I probably looked very weird, with wild hair and lipstick smeared all over my mouth, just like Peter’s. I could see my great-grandmother staring, horrified, at the two of us.
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