Some Blue Bloods characters have a small part in this story, but if you’re expecting the witches to be half as compelling as their vampire cousins, you’ll be disappointed. Witches of East End is bad, but readable. I managed to stick with it even though it was pretty clear early on that De la Cruz isn’t giving us her best.
In fact, in this first series for adults, she treats her readers as if they’re so dumb they need everything described redundantly. A house is “empty and unoccupied” and one of the main characters is “Small and petite.”
But the cardinal crime is that this is another book where the author disses librarians and archivists big time, expressing no knowledge of what it is that we do or what our training is, but she does do a good job with the stereotypes.
CATS: a tiny cameo from a black cat familiar