Felix Silver, Teaspoons & Witches is a YA book about a teen who goes to live with his grandma and learns witchcraft, makes witchy friends, and gets a really cool familiar. I really enjoyed the story, it was a quick and fun read. However, the author alternated character POVs which I did not pick up on until about a quarter way through. Both main characters have the same tone and voice. I could not tell the difference between them until other characters were mentioned. It can be confusing. Once you can get Feliz and Aero's paragraphs straight, you should be set. I liked the plot, although it was kind of predictable, it was a fun ride.

Oof, where to start with this one. The good thing it's got going for it is that it was very easy and quick to read. However, that's kind of where the good parts stop. First of all, and this is my biggest frustration with this book, is that it is supposedly set in England - the characters explicitly say this - but it very clearly written with absolutely no concept of British culture/society whatsoever. All of the spellings, for starters, are American (i.e. Dorset Harbor when it should be Harbour, color when it should be colour) - if the characters are British, they're not going to spell things the American way. There were so many American-isms it was so annoying. Saying "senior year" instead of sixth form, "sneakers" instead of trainers, "Math" instead of Maths, "kindergarten" instead of reception/early years, "faucet" instead of tap, "commercial" instead of advert --- I could literally go on and on and on.

I think that if the story had been set in America, it would have been maybe a 2.5 or 3 stars. There were other problems with this book as well, in that the magic system is not explained at all - some people have magic, some don't, some people know about it, some don't, you can fly around on a broom but some people don't about magic - it was all just very confusing. It also switched between two first person POVs in different chapters, but with absolutely no indication of whose perspective we were reading from, which meant you were reading and waiting to see the other main character's name to figure out whose perspective it was.

This book was kind of just a whole mess. I'm sorry. I even looked up the author afterwards and they are British-Australian, so there is really no excuse for this whole Americanisation of Britain mess that this book is.