The Witch, a Lemondrop Wedged Firmly in Her Cheek, Begins Her Evening Prayers (2011) The witch’s prayers manifest as this gaudy grimoire, where the tackiness of scrapbooking and community theater clash with experimental narrative; where the line between sugar and poison is blurred as her words fall like rocks that are frosted like bonbons. Beware the dish of too-charming candies—so charming, they chip your teeth.
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