Magic Under The Stars
Oooh, how beautiful. I touch Magic with extreme trepidation, afraid the sparkly starry-night cover with puffy pink star will be disturbed. Huh, it’s stronger than it looks. Inside I enter fairy-tale land, and find out about Jen’s fears, her battle with a mysterious illness, fucked up relationships, pet peeves and fav music. Her writing crosses the line between straight diary prose and listless poetry. THIS is what a personal rant-zine should taste like: inky pages, courier font, unintelligible photographs in the background, and general statements that feel deep down, like they have been said for your ears only. (EPW)