Maybe I’ve just become more aware of the pervasiveness and, often, destructiveness of magical thinking. The Girl With no Shadow is the sequel to Chocolat, a novel that I liked very much. This time around I was equal parts bored and annoyed. In Chocolat the magic of Vianne Rocher was turned against the hypocrisy and venality of the local priest, and so could be taken as nature and naturalism against the absurd metaphysical claims of religion. But in the sequel it is witch v. witch, with me wondering why I should care.