I was unforgettably enchanted by “What The Witch Left” as a toddler but did not notice the authoress’ name. I was ecstatic to recognize that book in 2014 and now buy every used Ruth Chew novel I encounter. Publishing 32 from 1969 to 1996, she has a fine mixed bag. After reading her a lot, you notice she writes a lot about magical cats or witches entertaining children, who hide these visitors and their paraphernalia from their parents. I always think the presence and magnitude of all this paranormal wonderment would make it impossible for grown-ups to be skeptical.
A few among Ruth’s repeated premises are weaker. It is fun to dive in and see if these second-hand prizes produce treasure, or a nostalgic trip. I gave “The Witch At The Window” from 1984, a middle of the road three stars, because some of the action, decisions, and logic could have been worked out better. For example, I do not think anyone would try anything as serious as a transformation spell on themselves, when this world of possibilities was new to them and the expert was absent.
This adventure is worth an A+ for originality and numerous colourful, dynamic chapters full of ideas that weave together superbly! Who would not be thrilled to explore a home inside a tree trunk and help a magic practitioner undo a mistake and return to their real self? I also love that the story scenes are not planted in one place. Besides home and the park of the big old tree, an amusing zoo visit procures multicoloured bird feathers to reverse an experiment gone awry. It is also interesting that the magic was not inborn to a witch, tree, or bird. The group just needed the right information and tools to get things done.