|About the Book|
Shy ten-year-old Belle Wilson always knew she was different, but she never imagined it was because she was a witch. After hearing the news, she sets out to learn everything there is to know about being a Wilson Witch and about the Book of Spells. ButMoreShy ten-year-old Belle Wilson always knew she was different, but she never imagined it was because she was a witch. After hearing the news, she sets out to learn everything there is to know about being a Wilson Witch and about the Book of Spells. But before she can, her strange and nosy neighbours pay the family a visit. They begin to secretly snoop around the house looking for something. Belle must figure out what they’re searching for. Will she solve this mystery before they find it, or before they find her?Excerpt: Did you ever pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming or awake? I did. Actually, I just did it twice and it really hurt! But I still can’t believe this is happening!My name is Isabelle Wilson and I’m ten years old. My family and I just moved into my great Nana Wilson’s home on Salmon Beach, New Brunswick a few days ago. And from the very moment I stepped into this house, a funny feeling washed over me. There was something strange about this place. And now I know why.It’s haunted. Yup, it is. By my great Nana’s ghost.I know it sounds like I’m crazy, but I’ll telling the truth. I’m sitting here, right now, on her Chest of Secrets, in her secret room that I accidently discovered less than ten minutes ago.I’m a natural born klutz and when I tripped and hit my head on my bedroom closet’s wall a short time ago, I made a huge hole in it. That’s when I uncovered this room. I slipped in here and found her Chest of Secrets. In it, there was this old leather book. And when I opened it, something weird started to happen.Words began to appear on the blank pages, as if someone was writing them at that very moment. I soon found out it was my dead great Nana Wilson’s ghost that was doing the writing. With each word that appeared on the paper, the harder it was for me to believe it was true.I scratched my head and stared at what she was writing. She wrote that from the moment I opened her magical book, I became a Wilson Witch.I should have freaked out when I read those words. Me, a witch! All my life I thought witches weren’t real. But somehow I knew it was true. Something had changed in me. I can’t explain it, but I felt different. Stronger, more aware of everything around me. As crazy as the news had been, I believed it because of that. But I needed to understand it. So I asked her to tell me everything from the very beginning.Now I waited with my eyes wide open as letters began to appear...She wrote, It`s a long story and you won`t understand it all at once. You must learn before I can tell you everything.“Learn? Learn what, Great Nana Wilson?” I said.Please, just call me Nana, Isabelle. And you must learn to be a witch of course.“Cool, Nana. Call me Belle, too. Everyone does.” I paused as an idea came to me. “So you will teach me how to make potions from all these ingredients you have here?” I waved my hand towards the shelves filled with bottles and bags to the right of the room. “And how I can fly on a broom?” I started getting excited imagining myself flying around the world on a broom and visiting all these amazing countries and cities I had heard or read about in school.Witches flying on brooms is a thing of fiction.“Really? Darn,” I said snapping my fingers. That would have been the best part.But, yes, I will teach you about potions later. Now, I must tell you about the Legend of Salmon Beach.Something clicked in me head when I heard those words. I pointed at the open book. “Oh, I know about that.