Magic And The Modern Girl
Computers are the modern world's way of controlling witches.
No need for burning at the stake. No need for hanging. No need for crosses and prayers and good citizens of Salem driving elderly women from their midst because butter won't set. Just give a witch a computer, and watch her magical abilities come to naught.
I stared at the blue screen of death on my library computer and swore softly under my breath. This could not be happening to me. Not now. Not when I had spent the past six hours composing a brilliant—if I do say so myself— presentation about the James River plantations and their impact on the growth of colonial America. Without saving the file. Even once.
I should have known better.
After all, I'd been a reference librarian at the Peabridge Library for long enough that I knew my ancient computer couldn't be trusted. In the past year, we'd only had the budget to upgrade three of our machines—the sleek new ones used by our patrons at the public access desk.
I knew better. I should have saved every single word. Only a fool would have gone on for more than a page without protecting herself. I had just gotten so wrapped up in my w ... read full excerpt from: Magic and the Modern Girl ebook
