5/2011 Stet.2/2009 Yesterday was Candlemas, so of course I had to pull this down from the shelves. I think it's one of Arthur's weaker books- not goose-bump-inducing spooky, not sweeping over generations- but it's a solid meditation on belonging. That being said, I was struck again by the decidedly intolerant feel of this piece where the witches are unrelievedly evil. I adore Margery Gill's illustrations. Arthur's sure hand with setting, as well as her precise ear for dialog, redeem the book for me.