This was moving, and powerful, and magical, and sweet, yet also heartbreaking. This was nothing short of a beautiful delight to read. And the other is the story of the summer we turned eighteen. One is the story of how my sister, Mary, and I were born. “Of all the stories about my family, the Fernweh women and the island of By-the-Sea, there are two that no one will ever forget. Over the course of her last summer on the island-a summer of storms, of love, of salt-Georgina will learn the truth about magic, in all its many forms. When tragedy strikes, what made the Fernweh women special suddenly casts them in suspicion. No one questions the (allegedly) three-hundred-year-old bird who comes to roost on the island every year. No one questions the weather, as moody and erratic as a summer storm. No one on the island of By-the-Sea would ever call the Fernwehs what they really are, but if you need the odd bit of help-say, a sleeping aid concocted by moonlight-they are the ones to ask. But with their eighteenth birthday looming at the end of this summer, Georgina fears her gift will never come.Īn island where strange things happen. Her twin sister, Mary, already shows an ability to defy gravity. Georgina Fernweh waits with growing impatience for the tingle of magic in her fingers-magic that has been passed down through every woman in her family.
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