A modern-day Practical Magic about love, loss, and embracing the mystical. It's been one year since Edie's mother died. But her ghost has never left. According to her GG, it's tradition that the dead of the Mitchell family linger with the living. It's just as much a part of a Mitchell's life as brewing healing remedies or talking to plants. But Edie, whose pain over losing her mother is still fresh, has no interest in her family's legacy as local "witches." When her mother's teenage journal tumbles into her life, her family's mystical inheritance becomes once and for all too hard to ignore. It takes Edie on a scavenger hunt to find objects that once belonged to her mother, each one imbued with a different memory. Every time she touches one of these talismans, it whisks her to another entry inside the journal--where she watches her teenage mom mourn, love, and hope just as Edie herself is now doing. But as Edie discovers, there's a dark secret behind her family's practice that she's unwittingly released. She'll have to embrace--and master--the magic she's always rejected...before it consumes her. Tinged with a sweet romance with the spellbinding Rhia, who works at the local occult shop, Edie in Between delivers all the cozy magic a budding young witch finding her way in the world needs. Praise for Edie in Between :   "This sweet, yet empowering YA novel is a lovely homage to family heritage and collective memory."— BuzzFeed   "An engaging offering with a light paranormal touch."— Kirkus Reviews "With atmospheric writing, two lush romances and a painfully nuanced depiction of grief, Laura Sibson’s Edie in Between is the Practical Magic -esque coming of age story that every witchlover needs in their lives!" —The Nerd Daily   Raves for The Art of Breaking Things : "The next time you think you know all about the school slut, the druggie, the vandal--think again. People are more complex than their reputations, and nowhere is that more apparent than in Laura Sibson's powerful novel about female empowerment." —Leila Sales, author of This Song Will Save Your Life " The Art of Breaking Things is a precious and daring work; an ode to the healing powers of the creative spirit. Skye breaks your heart just before she mends it back together. From the beginning, readers will believe in Skye because of how deeply and empathetically Sibson depicts Skye's artistic vision and genuine, searching soul." —Cordelia Jensen, author of Skyscraping and The Way the Light Bends "This book is a battle cry for the silent, scared, and shattered places inside us. Unflinching and lionhearted, this powerful novel is going to change lives and heal hearts." —Heather Demetrios, author of Bad Romance "Sibson has created a flawed and likable narrator who attempts to work through cause and effect, shame and secrecy, avoidance and obligation. With layered nuance, the novel brings to light the impact of sexual assault and the importance of consent.... Triumphant."— Kirkus Reviews "Perfect for fans of Laurie Halse Anderson."— Booklist Laura Sibson worked for years as a career counselor for undergraduates before getting her MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. When she's not writing, counseling, or drinking impossibly strong coffee, you can find her running miles around her home in Philadelphia, walking her dog, or ingesting pop culture (along with great takeout) with her family. On Saturday morning, I find Tess outside the diner, our meeting spot. In the afternoons, the diner is packed with people coming off the river or the bike trails, ready to inhale giant cheeseburgers and crab cakes. But in the morning, it’s mostly old people. And us. “Today’s workout is a pyramid where we’ll incrementally build up speed and then go back down. Make sense?” “Good morning to you, too, Speedy Edie.” Today Tess wears a T-shirt that says i’m like 104% tired. “You know that’s mathematically impossible,” I say, pointing to the shirt. “That’s why I wore it. To bug you.” She smiles sweetly. I pull my hair back into a ponytail. “Is Jorge working today?” I gesture with my chin toward the diner. Tess shakes her head. “But we’re doing something next week.” “Go, Tess!”  Tess laughs. “We’ll see. If he tries to pull my hair like he did in third grade, he’d better watch it.” “Yeah, you’ll have to tell everyone that he has cooties.” “That is always my go-to insult,” Tess says. “How did you know?” We run our intervals and I’m glad Tess doesn’t seem to notice that I’m dragging today. The terrifying experience at the cabin two days ago drained my energy. We get through the workout and run an easy pace back to Main Street. “Hey, I have a question,” I say. “You said your family has lived here forever?” “Oh, yeah. You should hear my grandpa go on about it. He can tell you the history of most of these places.” Tess gestures down Main Street at the coffee shop with its window boxes overflowing with gardenias and impatiens, Al’s Seafood with it