I went into it knowing that there was going to be witchy stuff and felt flummoxed that it took so long to arrive, but it must be even more discombobulating to go into it unaware of any impending witchy stuff, reading along this pleasant chronicle of English life between the wars, a sort of predecessor to Miss Read... and then suddenly there's the kitten and she's sold her soul to Lucifer and what. what. What IS this.