The Book of Magic (Practical Magic, #2)

by Alice Hoffman

I never expected Sally to lose her magical abilities, and I certainly never expected that she would care so much. She, who had only wanted to be normal, is suddenly bereft when she relinquishes her talent for magic. But it made sense for her to grieve. We often don’t know what we have until we lose it, and Sally is no different in not appreciating herself. But is it too late? If you are born with a skill, can it ever be lost forever? For me, Sally will always be the person she was meant to be, normal or not, she’ll always be magic.