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1.5 stars

Terrible, simply terrible! I think this is like, the worst book I've ever read. I really really want to rate it 1 star (which I've NEVER rated a book!), but I can't even do that, because the first part won't let me. Gah. I actually really liked the first part, the novelization of Hocus Pocus. I mean, it was pretty spot on, exact, word for word, the same as the movie. And because I love the movie, I of course, loved this too! It even stuck in a slight few more tidbits...thoughts to base reasoning of things that happened in the movie. It was great, and it got me hyped for the sequel portion, which may be part of why it was such a let down, though it also did that pretty well on it's own. From the very start, I was not enthralled with the story, or where our characters were in their lives, in relation to Halloween and their familial history with the Sanderson sisters. I don't know what I expected, even...and I tried to keep an open mind, to see where it would go. It was just boring, really, though...until the ended up actually getting to Halloween night and meeting the witches. And even then, halfway through the actual action portion of the sequel (the last....half? of the book), I skimmed a lot to just get done. I didn't like the witches' portrayals...you really saw Mary and Sarah so much less, their roles very unimportant, and they felt very unimportant to Whinny. Whinny felt much meaner. I didn't like Max and Allison's kid, she was such a waffler, until the witches were slapping her in the face, and the rest were just as bad. The whole story starts off with no backstory to how it is happening and took some crazy turns that just...blah. By the time we were getting to the climax, I was ready to be done. The book was SO LONG.