“Forget the details,” said the Witch tartly. “I just mean, Glinda, is it possible we could be living our entire adult lives under somoene’s spell. . . .?”
“. . . .Good gracious, dear,” [said Glinda], “all of life is a spell. You know that. But you do have some choice.”
An opening quote for my memoir?
This book rocks, by the way. Where Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister was narrow and interior, Wicked is so expansive, epic. Reminds me of LOTR.