The story about her being a poor single mum waif writing on cafe napkins is preposterous, IMO. Anyone who knows about publishing knows it could NOT have happened the way she tells it.
Someone wanted this generation to experience the occult on friendly terms. That way when the real stuff comes knocking on kids' doors, they'll greet it like an old pal from childhood.
Christopher Lowell is a flaming-gay-oh-so-happy daytime TV interior decorator.
Sort of a grown-up Harry Potter.
Hmm, I see. I haven't watched TV in years, and I know very little about 19th century occult. I did detect a lot of astral nastiness, and efforts to attract children to witchcraft and magic, of a particularly vulgar, slightly obscene, selfish, and almost prurient kind.
Did you read any of them? If so, do you remember the part where the children are working in the greenhouse, repotting mandrake plants? The plants they pull up are like little screaming babies, really sickening.
Before I read them, I thought they might be like Narnia books. Worlds apart.
Interesting about how she couldn't have scribbled them on napkins. Now I want to find out about her beliefs and background, what she studied, and anything else she's written.