Note: This book is subtitled "Stories of the Occult" for a reason! Do not read this expecting to find anything remotely close to "paranormal romance."
I tried to read this... I really did, but it was just horrible. The writing is so ... "out there" ... I don't know how to describe it. The author babbles the most ridiculous New Age nonsense as if it is the most natural thing and everyone reading the book must understand and believe it all. It also sounds as if she wrote with a copy of "The Witch's Thesaurus of Important Sounding Words" in front of her so she could find 10 different ways to say the same thing on each page.
Example: "She cannot discriminate between Malkuth, the Earth sphere, and Yesod, the Astral realm...Had she died properly, her soul would have passed up the Thirty-Second Path, which links Malkuth to Yesod, and the break to the 'silver chord' would have been clean. Yesodic forms would then have seemed solid to her, and Malkuthic ones insubstantial, as is right for one who has left the earth."
Now, think about reading 231 pages of that.
From back of book:
Welcome to the Magick Bookshop. Precious medieval manuscripts and rare occult tomes clothed in vellum and layers of mystery greet customers at Malynowsky's antiquarian bookshop in Oxford. From spirit possessions to magickal attacks, Qabalistic coincidences to wise witches, the employees and customers of the store find themselves enacting modern versions of myths and archetypes. Stop in for a spell, for there is never a mundane moment inside the Magick Bookshop.
A series of stories based on the employees and customers of the magical bookshop, a couple of the stories had sad endings, but life is not all happy endings after all.