I had beautifully crazy aunt named Lisa. She was the baby of her family, a little misunderstood, a little crazy, a free spirit, wild, and full of laughter. I miss her all the time, luckily I got to spend a lot of time with her as a child. She always intrigued me with her stories and crazy antics. Lisa was my crazy artist aunt that I got to talk too freely not hide anything, without judgement. And she talked freely with me like I was an adult, she told me that she was a witch (and I thought OK, no big deal) and would take me along for her shopping of witchy candles things in this creepy store. Like I said she def always kept me interested and curious, and one thing that I got to keep of her's was this book. This was something that meant a lot to me, that reminded me of all those fun and kinda creepy memories. I love looking through this thing and reading about zodiacs, dreams, numerology, and superstitions. Thank you for the memories.