“Witches were never capitalists. We were the thing that stood in the way of capitalism, which is just the engine of the patriarchy, after all. Witches were not all killed by fire. We are the fire,” (Dimaline 133).
Lucky St. James is not so lucky. Her beloved Metis mother Arnya died when she was young, she’s stuck working temp jobs because she can’t find any writing ones, and now she and her grandmother Stella, who raised her, are about to be evicted from their apartment. Then one night Lucky finds a small spoon with the word SALEM engraved on it and is brought to the actual town by Meena Good where she finds out that she is a witch and that Meena has been called to bring together the seven witches who find their silver spoons to form a coven. Except that the last spoon is missing, and the deadline to form the coven is fast approaching. But Lucky is up for the challenge and ready to accept her destiny going on a road trip throughout the United States with her forgetful grandma to find the last spoon and form the coven. But a witch hunter, Jay Christos, is aware of the spoon and the last witch as well and will do anything to stop the coven from being formed, which means he’s right on Lucky’s trail every step of the way. Continue reading
Sarah O'Connor 