Hi, whoever is reading this. I'm Zipporah Chava McConnell, but everyone calls me Zippy. Things used to be simple--until a few weeks ago. Now my best friend, Bea, is acting funny; everyone at school thinks I'm weird; and my mom is making me start preparing for my bat mitzvah, even though we barely ever go to synagogue. The only thing that still seems to make sense is magic. The thing is, I'm a witch. I've been casting spells since I was little. And even if no one else wants to believe in magic anymore, it has always made sense to me, always felt true. But I was still shocked the day I found a strange red book at the library and...I conjured something. A girl, actually. A girl with no memory, and wings like an angel. You probably don't believe me, but I swear it's the truth. Miriam is like no one else I've ever met. She's proof that magic is real. And, it's hard to explain this part, but I know that we're connected. That means it's up to me to help Miriam figure out what she is and where she came from. And if I can do that, maybe everything else in my life will start to make sense too.