Crucible Reflection.

This book is going to be ridiculous. People are already fainting, getting in trouble for dancing, conjuring up dead babies, and there are accusations of flying children. They were dancing, egad! Someone call the swat team, we have a few rebels. And dear Mrs. Putnam, I am truly sorry for the loss of your seven children. But did you ever think that maybe you just couldn't have kids? Instead, get a hobby. Take up knitting, its awfully relaxing. But no books, you witch.

I can already feel this book giving me a headache, oh goodness.