The Book Club meets Hocus Pocus in midlife, magical mayhem. Are these four women the worst witches ever, or what?

You would think that Shannon and her coven would have their act together by now—especially after Cynthia, who is waaay more experienced in the magical realm, joins them. Nope.

With Shannon’s familiar, Robert the bobcat, still missing after being shot by Steve, and the budding romance with Devon also shot to hell, Shannon’s got some serious challenges. As for the rest of the neophyte coven members, Libby got the job promotion but she detests it. Careful what you wish for, right?

Mary-Jane? Oh boy. What’s so great about having magical powers if your marriage is on the rocks? And dear Cynthia, who is only in her mid-30s, can no longer hit the snooze button on her biological clock, not if she ever wants to have a daughter.

Despite all they’ve learned, practicing charms and trying to figure out the contents of Shannon’s Grimoire, their magic is still messed up.

These four witches can’t get their collective asses in gear, despite the Spanx.

Wait. A. Minute.... There’s no way they’re still this crappy at magic. It has to be something else.

Or someone else? But who would want to hex them up? Secret enemies conspire to destroy them. Their need for magic and the bonds of friendship have never been more critical.