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Book SynopsisFrom the number one New York Times bestselling author comes another stunning memoir that is tender, touching...and just a little spooky.
Here's a partial list of things I don't believe in: God. The Devil. Heaven. Hell. Bigfoot. Ancient Aliens. Past lives. Life after death. Vampires. Zombies. Reiki. Homeopathy. Rolfing. Reflexology. Note that ''witches'' and ''witchcraft'' are absent from this list. The thing is, I wouldn't believe in them, and I would privately ridicule any idiot who did, except for one thing: I am a witch.
For as long as Augusten Burroughs could remember, he knew things he shouldn''t have known. He manifested things that shouldn''t have come to pass. And he told exactly no one about this, save one person: his mother. His mother reassured him that it was all perfectly normal, that he was descended from a long line of witches, going back to the days of the early American colonies. And that this family tree was filled with wit
