A Fistful of Sky (Hoffman)

Commenting on this yarn might be pointless. There isn't so much for me to say. The basics,then.

Did I approve of it? Mm. Not really.
Did I enjoy it? Sort of. Hard to say.
What was it about? A late blooming daughter in a family of witches. Ho hum, rum dee dee.

It was generic and had none of that delicious sparkle that some authors can sink into any premise. If I had to pick a saving grace, it would be the excellent descriptions of obesity, food, clothing . . . everything, really. Here is a story without much to say and nowhere to go, but places, objects and people are beautifully drawn and warm to the touch.

Again, no sample because I'm done thinking about it.