I was ten years old when I first stumbled across the “New Age” shelf at my local Barnes & Noble. It was right next to the entrance to the kids’ section, where its mysterious titles beckoned louder than the age-appropriate novels my parents brought me there to peruse. To me, it was no contest: Why would I want to read stories about teen witches when I co…
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