You ever read something that ends up being exactly what you need to hear at a particular moment in time? That was this for me right now. Thank you to Francesca Lia Block for creating something so strange and beautiful. I look forward to reading more. :) ( )

Second in the series, told through the eyes of the adopted daughter, Witch Baby. She is trying to find out who she is, and how she fits into the chaotic family around her.

An issue I had with this book, is not being able to tell how old the two girls in the story are. The reason being, is some of the situations seemed childish, or too "grown" up, depending on how old the girls are suppose to be. The ending also seemed a little jarring to me, too much of a Band-Aid fix. Block still maintains the magical elements in her books. Her books always make me think a lot about the world around me, and how I see it. Do I see the dust or the glitter? the love or the pain. ( )

I liked this much better than [b:Weetzie Bat|44353|Weetzie Bat (Weetzie Bat, #1)|Francesca Lia Block|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255925289s/44353.jpg|946181]! Now I see what the fuss is all about :) ( )

Francesca Lia Block was born in Los Angeles. She still lives there and she knows every part of Los Angeles in and out. Francesca Lia Block wrote Witch Baby and the following titles: Weetzie- bat, Baby be- bop, and Angel Juan. Francesca Lia Block knows what she is talking about because she has won many awards and honors like the Margaret A. Edwards Award, and the Library Association Award. She lives rich. From the reviews I have read online are all mostly positive about Francesca Lia Block and her success.

Witch Baby is about a witch that gets left on a porch and it just so happens that she is left on the Bat’s porch and the Bat’s name her ‘’Witch Baby” Ever since Witch Baby has been able to walk and to talk she has always wondered where she came from. One night, Witch Baby wanted to go out and find real parents, so she could ask them why they left her on her new families porch. But she couldn’t find anybody so Witch Baby decided she wanted to take a break and found a little corner and stood in front of it and went in deeper and she found a little shop. She went inside and said “hello, and she kept hearing this old voice, and then she came to a deep dark corner and found another. She was scared so she ran away but then she went back and started crying and the old witch asked her “ Dearie What is the matter “ The ending is for you to figure out.

I think that Witch Baby was rated a 6 because I didn’t that the book was as great as the rest of the series. Witch Baby to me just wasn’t that interesting and besides it doesn’t have that good of an ending.

Bleah.

Admittedly, I haven't read the first book in the Weetzie Bat series, and my head was spinning a bit after getting through the accelerated recap at the start. But only the knowledge that I had borrowed this book, and therefore had to take good care of it, kept me from hurling it across the room partway through.

Part of this is due to the oppressively pervasive use of slang-- I am so sick of "slinkster," for starters. Part of this is due to the unbearably cutesy names-- one character is actually named "My Secret Agent Lover Man." But these pale by comparison to the main problem, which is that this book is concerned with the doings of a thoroughly dislikable cast of characters, who are uniformly immature, self-absorbed, self-righteous, and bloody stupid to boot. And I'm especially speaking of the alleged adults here.

To pick one illustration... [ROT13'd for spoilers] gur rcbalzbhf punenpgre, Jvgpu Onol, vf gur qnhtugre bs Zl Frperg Ntrag Ybire Zna, naq Ivknaar Jvtt. Fur, ubjrire, qbrfa'g xabj gung, qrfcvgr orvat envfrq ol Zl Frperg Ntrag Ybire Zna naq Jrrgmvr Ong; ure sngure unf orra ylvat gb ure naq pynvzvat abg gb or ure sngure.

Abg ragveryl fhecevfvatyl, gur prageny ceboyrz sbe Jvgpu Onol va guvf obbx vf gung fur qbrfa'g xabj jurer fur pnzr sebz, naq qbrfa'g srry nf vs fur orybatf naljurer. Riraghnyyl, fur pbasebagf Zl Frperg Ntrag Ybire Zna, naq ur eryhpgnagyl nqzvgf gung ur vf ure sngure, naq fnlf gung ur'f orra ylvat gb ure rirel qnl naq erchqvngvat uvf eryngvbafuvc jvgu ure sbe nyy gurfr lrnef orpnhfr "V jnf nsenvq lbh jbhyq or nfunzrq bs zr." Ner jr fhccbfrq gb gnxr guvf nf n ernfbanoyr rkphfr? Ner jr fhccbfrq gb gnxr guvf nf na rira erzbgryl flzcngurgvp punenpgre? Cyrnfr.

(Again, this is just one example. Others abound throughout the book.)

Now, if this were intended as a novel in which the central character survives in a world of selfish, clueless grownups, there might be something here. But from all indications, the author expects us to like these characters.

Possibly this is another example of the New York / L.A. divide, but if you ask me, this book sucks. ( )