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Spells for Lost Things

Jenna Evans Welch
Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. – 1 – Willow
  6. – 2 – Mason
  7. – 3 – Willow
  8. – 4 – Mason
  9. – 5 – Willow
  10. – 6 – Mason
  11. – 7 – Willow
  12. – 8 – Mason
  13. – 9 – Willow
  14. – 10 – Mason
  15. – 11 – Willow
  16. – 12 – Mason
  17. – 13 – Willow
  18. – 14 – Mason
  19. – 15 – Willow
  20. – 16 – Mason
  21. – 17 – Willow
  22. – 18 – Mason
  23. – 19 – Willow
  24. – 20 – Mason
  25. – 21 – Willow
  26. – 22 – Mason
  27. – 23 – Willow
  28. – 24 – Mason
  29. – 25 – Willow
  30. – 26 – Mason
  31. – 27 – Willow
  32. – 28 – Mason
  33. – 29 – Willow
  34. – 30 – Mason
  35. – 31 – Willow
  36. – 32 – Mason
  37. – 33 – Willow
  38. – 34 – Mason
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. More from the Author
  41. About the Author
  42. ALSO BY JENNA EVANS WELCH

Cover

Cover: Spells for Lost Things, by Jenna Evans Welch

New York Times Bestselling Author of Love & Gelato

Jenna Evans Welch

Spells for Lost Things

Title Page

Spells for Lost Things, by Jenna Evans Welch, S&S Books for Young Readers

Dedication

For my mother,

a kitchen witch

who has always been

a bit

Magic

Prologue

Willow

FERNWEH (noun): A German word that means “farsickness,” best understood as the opposite of homesickness. A longing for far-off places, in particular those you haven’t seen yet. In my case, a chronic, all-consuming, near-debilitating condition causing frequent feelings of panic, claustrophobia, and general distress. Alleviated only by actual travel and obsessive travel research, or by hanging out in my bedroom, which is basically a large travel collage.

See also: wanderlust, although much more intense.

See also: Willow Haverford (me).

See also: excellent way to ignore the fact that although I definitely have a place to live, I most definitely do not have a place where I belong. It turns out that home and belonging aren’t necessarily the same thing.

Mason

ASTROPHILE (noun): An individual who is excessively fond of (possibly obsessed with) the study of stars and other celestial phenomena occurring outside of the earth’s atmosphere. Typically an amateur, the astrophile may employ tools such as an observation notebook (logbook containing records of night-sky observations), binoculars, and, if they’re lucky, a telescope. Not to be confused with an astrologer, a person who uses the stars to tell the future and is the exact opposite of what I do.

See also: stargazer, which is what my foster care worker wrongly called me at my last placement meeting. I don’t gaze. I study. I sketch. I take notes.

See also: Mason Greer (me).

See also: excellent distraction from the fact that I have zero control over my life here on planet Earth and that the one person I truly belong with has been out of my reach since I was barely a preteen.

Willow

The day I finish high school, I’m packing everything I care about, boarding a plane to London, and never looking back.

Unless, of course, I decide to start out in Prague. Or Rome. Or Dubai. I hear Edinburgh is deliciously moody in the summertime, and the powdery white beaches of Mykonos are capable of dissolving every worry you’ve ever had. Lucky for me, the destination isn’t really the game changer here—what’s important is the plan. The moment the final bell rings on my final day at my LA prep school, I’ll walk (okay, sprint) out the door, fly down all thirty steps, launch myself into a cab, and head straight to the airport for my international flight to Istanbul.

Or Tokyo.

Possibly Sydney?

The important part is that I’m gone. Out of here and away from everything, my before life simply one of my many stops on my journey as a globetrotter.