Witchcraft for Wayward Girls wasn’t what I expected. I went in thinking I’d get a dark, witchy horror story—but instead found something much quieter and sadder, grounded in the real, painful history of how young women were silenced and controlled. 

 

The story had moments that really held me, but it also dragged in places and felt longer than it needed to be. The writing is clear, the imagery is strong, and the emotional weight is there. But the witchcraft element didn’t quite land. It felt more like a forced metaphor than something that added to the heart of the story—and by the end, it edged into corny for me. 

 

Would I recommend it? Not really. But I wouldn’t steer anyone away either. It’s meaningful, just not what I was led to believe I’d be reading.