He opens the basket and pulls out delicious-looking foods. 
 "Where'd you get all this?" I ask, still flustered. 
 "The tea and scones are from London. The finger sandwiches and pastries are from Paris. And the Devonshire cream is from Devonshire." 
 He went all over Europe picking out food for me? How's this happening right now? 
 This book is about witchcraft, and it is the silliest book I've ever read about the subject. I've read plenty of books with very young MCs (the one in this book is 15) that are likable, and the story well-written. This book isn't one of them. It is laughable, and the only reason I think anyone should read it is for pure amusement at how excruciatingly painful it is. 
 This book was fluffy, contrived, full of stereotypes, without an ounce of originality in how it presents its characters. It is complete with mean girls, which, to be fair, is the (movie) concept with which is aspires to associates itself, brooding "bad boys", a love triangle, and a wicked, bitchy stepmother. 
 The MC is a tomboyish, pretty, and finds a way to indirectly humble-brag almost immediately after we meet her. 
 "Uh, Sam. Everyone calls me Sam." 
 "Nonsense. That's a boy's name. Now, aren't you pretty. Too skinny, though." 
 Yawn. 
 Her narrative is undoubtedly fifteen-year-old, for better or worse. For example, her internal monologue. 
 Don't laugh at me. You probably never had an awkward moment in your life, with all your floppy blond hair and tanned skin. So shut it! 
 Unfortunately, since it is first-person POV, the book definitely reads like a middle grade book. Some books find ways to make up for that fact; some middle-grade books can be truly poignant. This book is not one of them. 
 The adults are so mean. All of the authoritarian figures pick on her for no good reason, for speaking up a little bit, for being picked on. There is, hilariously, I might add, a clique of Salem descendants. 
 "Have you noticed a group of girls in my grade that wear all black--rich goth types?" 
 "The Descendants?" 
 I venture a look at Jaxon. "What?" 
 "Like that?" He nods toward a guy and a girl entering the room. The guy wears an expensive-looking black button-down shirt, black pants, and black loafers. And she has on a floor-length black dress with a tailored black blazer. Her hair is a perfect bob. 
 Come on, you can't tell me that's fucking hilarious. Even the love triangle is cliched, with a handsome, boy-next-door blond and a dark, brooding, mysterious dark, floppy-haired boy with a secret *howls with laughter* 
 I suddenly become very conscious that Jaxon's arm is around me, and I break contact. I shouldn't care if Elijah sees that. The thought tugs at me uncomfortably. 
 I honestly have no idea how this book got a rating above 4.