Mid-month Reading Round-up

For the second year in a row, I have set a reading goal of 100 books. I managed to read and/or listen to 119 books. I have always been a voracious reader, resorting to reading cereal boxes when there was nothing else handy to read. I will probably exceed the 100 books again this year at the rate I’m going. So far, I’ve read seven books. I’ve broken down my goal into smaller ones as well: to read a classic a month, to read six nonfiction books this year, and to complete a formal reading challenge.

My reading challenges come from two sources: The Book Girls, who host several challenges such as the Book Lover’s year-long challenge with a different book related theme each month, a decades challenge, a “lifetime” challenge, and an In-case-you-missed-it challenge. Read with Allison also has a challenge list that inspires me to push out of my comfort zones. I also subscribe to the Book of the Month Club and the Aardvark Book Club as a source of books.

So far in January, I have finished seven books already.

I actually started two books in December of last year, The Secret Garden and The Teller of Small Fortunes. I had never read The Secret Garden as a child, but I had seen the movie with Gary Oldman several years ago and enjoyed it. I was entranced by the book and the way Mary and Colin grew as characters.

The Teller of Small Fortunes was a slow starter for me, and I put it aside during the holidays. However, once I picked it up again, I was hooked. This is the story of a fortune-teller who finds a family as she travels from town to town telling “small fortunes,” hoping to avoid the attention of the guild of magicians and seers. It is also a story of reconciliation and second chances.

Lula Dean’s Little Library of Banned Books caught me by surprise. I expected it to be more humorous, and there are some comic moments. But the subject is all too serious–and timely. Lula Dean sets out to clean up her town by getting rid of books that she believed would corrupt the young people. Strange things begin to happen, though, when she sets up her own Little Library in her front yard, stocked with “safe” titles, she thinks. People start getting books and adding their own. Then Lula decides to run for mayor after her rival runs on a plank to remove the statue of a Civil War general, who just happens to be Lula’s great-great-great grandfather. That’s when all you-know-what breaks out and the truth about the popularity of Lula Dean’s library comes to light. The novel is so timely because it mirrors what is happening throughout the country today as more and more communities face questions of censorship.

Every so often I have to reread a favorite classic. I have had a love-hate relationship with Wuthering Heights since I was in high school and my English teacher wanted me to read it. It was one of those books that I was not quite ready for at sixteen, but ten years later, it became MY book and the basis for my master’s thesis. On StoryGraph, Wuthering Heights is classified as a romance, but it is unlike the typical romance. If Cathy and Heathcliff are in love, it is a dangerously obsessive love. What I love about this novel now is the language Emily Bronte uses. It is clear that she is heavily influenced by the first generation Romantic poets Wordsworth and Coleridge as well as by Byron and other later Romantic writers. The final paragraph of the novel has to be my all-time favorite passage in literature:

“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”

Lord Redmond and Daniel Haze return in Irina Shapiro’s latest mystery in the Redmond and Haze Mystery series. This time, they investigate the murder of a medium who had helped them in a previous case locate Daniel’s missing daughter. They also grapple with their trust of those who claim to communicate with the dead. Daniel uses his expertise as a police officer working for Scotland Yard while Lord Redmond uses the medical sciences to provide important clues to solve the crime. I’ve already pre-ordered the next book in the series.

The Stolen Queen is a historical mystery/thriller, according to StoryGraph. When an important artifact, a fragment of a statue of a little known female Egyptian pharaoh is stolen during the annual Met Gala, a curator must face a tragedy in her past to recover the stolen piece. She must also return to Egypt, the place where she faced that tragedy. With the help of Annie, Charlotte not only recovers the stolen artifact, but she also recovers her family. I enjoyed the dual time periods. The novel starts slowly; however, the last third of the book moves very quickly, and I was hard pressed to put it down. (I may or may not have stayed awake until the wee hours of the morning reading.)

I’m not sure what to say about Therese Bohman’s Andromeda. It is a very short novel, just under 200 pages. It is beautifully written, the language often poetic. Bohman creates some beautiful metaphors about reading and the importance it can have. There are two narrators: Sofie, a young intern hired to become an editor for the publisher’s Andromeda imprint, and Gunnar, the editor-in-chief, who mentors and grooms Sofie with the idea that she would take his place when he retired. The book is roughly divided into two halves with each narrator telling his or her story. Sofie focuses on her relationship with Gunnar and the publishing business whereas Gunnar narrates his “life story.” The thread that runs through both parts is the importance reading and books had in their lives and in their relationship. I have to admit, though, that I’m not sure I can say I liked the book, but I will say that I’m glad I read it.

Now, I’m ready to start book number eight from a pile of books I bought last year. That’s another one of my goals: to read last year’s purchases. I think I’m going to read Mistress of Lies by K. M. Enright next. I’ve seen it come up on several “best of 2024” lists recently. It’s been collecting dust for a while.

A Year to Explore

I have been choosing a word of the year for almost fifteen years now. Last year, my word was “manifest,” and some things really came into focus as a result. I became a reader again and discovered that I do like the magical realism genre after all (although I am not a big fan of Isabel Allende’s version in House of the Spirits). I began rereading some old favorites and found some new favorites. And I still read more than my fair share of Regency historicals, mysteries and romances alike.

This year, my word is “explore.” I want to explore more new ideas and discover new opportunities. One area that I want to explore is photography and creative, artistic photo editing. To that end, I enrolled in a year-long class, A Year of Creative Photography. Already, I have begun playing with new ideas–using brushes and creative filters to alter my usual more documentary photos into something completely different. I’m also exploring ways to use my new camera lens, the Lensbaby Velvet 56. I took this picture of the camellia right after Christmas and after watching the video in the classroom about creative editing, I played.

Using a couple of filters in Photoshop changed the emotion of the image. I am intrigued by the motion and the color.

I also have on my bucket list of explorations are more trips to visit the state parks in South Carolina. Right now, it’s just too darned cold to go out for any length of time. I’m also exploring more of my family’s history. I know some of the family history on my maternal grandmother’s side. We are descendants of the Salzburgers, a group of Austrians who immigrated to Georgia in the 1700s and settled about 30 miles from Savannah in a small community called Ebenezer. They founded a Lutheran church, Jerusalem Lutheran Church, which is the oldest continuous congregation in the United States. Like so many others, these Lutherans came seeking religious freedom as well as economic freedom. I’m sure there is more to their history than these few details, and that is one thing I want to explore.

I also enrolled in Ali Edwards’s One Little Word class, another year-long exploration, as a way to document my journey through this year of exploring. I’m working through those prompts now.

This is my second full year into retirement. While I enjoy sitting in the rocking chair with a good books—an exploration all its own, and in the corner of the couch with my knitting needles or crochet hook and yarn, I also want to keep my brain active by learning and growing. I am exploring ways to use my voice in my church and community. I am actively studying the Bible. One of my reading goals for this year is to read more nonfiction although I have found that sometimes I do better listening to nonfiction books on Audible than I do by reading the texts. (I wonder why that is?)

So, here’s to the explorations for this year!

Year-end Reading Wrap-up

I did it. I set a reading goal of reading at least 52 books this year, and I met that goal before June. Then I set a new goal of 100 books and met that goal in October. As of today, I have read 119 books, and will probably read and finish one more before December 31. I started The Teller of Small Fortunes earlier this month but have not finished it.

In some ways, this was a slow month; I finished seven books. It was also a busy crafting month to get ready for Christmas as well as the other busy-ness that comes with the holiday season. I have to admit that I started a few and put them away or they are still in progress.

Five of the books I read this month fall into the category of historical novels, some with more romance than others. I read the latest installment of the Tabitha and Wolf novels, An Intrepid Woman, and enjoyed it. It is an easy read with a story that is more plot driven than character driven. Actually, the same can be said for the first five books. Of those books, I especially liked the Victorian mystery An Exhibition of Malice by Emily L. Finch, which is set against the background of the Industrial Revolution and the Great Exhibition of 1862, ten or so years after the exhibition sponsored by Prince Albert in the middle of the 19th century. If we think industrial espionage is only a modern thing, this novel suggests that stealing plans for inventions has been around for a whole lot longer.

The two contemporary novels, The Most Wonderful Crime of the Year and The Last Love Note were both good reads. The Most Wonderful Crime of the Year was a lot of fun. It is light-hearted and funny as well as a good mystery. It makes use of the “enemies to lovers” trope even though the enemy part is one-sided. And, of course, there is the happily ever after ending. This novel makes use of the Agatha Christie country-house mystery and a locked-room disappearance. Ally Carter also uses Agatha Christie’s own mysterious disappearance for inspiration in this novel.

When I began The Last Love Note, I thought I was going to read a rom-com. The first couple of chapters made me laugh out loud; however, the novel started getting pretty heavy as it developed into the story of a forty-year-old widow’s coming to terms with the death of her husband from early onset and rapid Alzheimer’s and single-parenthood. Yet, in spite of the heaviness of these plot threads, there is a lightness and at times some comic relief as she slowly learns that she can have a new life (and love) and a second chance at happiness. I admit that I did the ugly cry through the last ten chapters of the book.

As I finished this book, I thought back over the books I have read this year and looked at my list of best books of each month:

January–The Fury

  • January–The Fury
  • February–The First Ladies
  • March–The Lost Apothecary
  • April–Touch Not the Cat
  • May–Shakespeare: The Man Who Paid the Rent
  • June–The Women
  • July–The Lost Story
  • August–The Cliffs
  • September–Emily Wilde’s Encyclopedia of Faeries
  • October–Lady Macbeth
  • November–Before the Coffee Gets Cold
  • December–The Last Love Note

All of these books were such good ones, and it is hard to pick my favorite. I am going to go with The First Ladies, though. It is a novel about the friendship between Mary McLeod Bethune and First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt. These two women are often footnotes in the history books, and their roles in the civil rights movement are overshadowed by likes of Martin Luther King, Jr., Malcolm X, and other men. Yet this novel showed how important their work was. Moreover, it also showed how difficult interracial friendships can be, even today, when we are supposedly more enlightened. I often learn more history from the historical novels I read than from the history books, and this one certainly played into my interest in history.

I tried to read more nonfiction this year and actually finished three really wonderful books: Judi Dench’s autobiographical Shakespeare: The Man Who Pays the Rent, Killers of the Flower Moon, and The Boys in the Boat about the 1936 US Olympic eight-man rowing team. It would be hard to choose which is the better book, but I will admit that Shakespeare:The Man Who Pays the Rent is my favorite. Dame Judi Dench gave me such insight into the characters from the plays she performed, and I almost wished I were teaching again so I could share those insights with my students. I listened to both of the books on Audible and realized that I loved listening to nonfiction more than fiction. Killers of the Flower Moon is a difficult book to read and listen to because of its subject, the exploitation of Native Americans out of greed. I highly recommend this last book.

I am already lining up my books for the coming year. I can’t wait to see what selections will be offered in the Book of the Month and the Aardvark Book clubs. My book group that meets monthly at the local coffee shop will be reading Wuthering Heights as our first book of the year. I am looking forward to reading that one again. I wonder how much it has changed since I read it as a sixteen year old, a twenty-six year old, a thirty-something, and now as a sixty-six year old. And I wonder how my reading will compare to our high school senior’s reading. (Imagine a book club with three sixty-something women and one seventeen-year-old! We do love our girl, though. She has been a wonderful addition to our group!)

2025 Book Journal, Part 2

Yesterday afternoon, I “retreated” to the so-called craft room to make stuff. Thanks to Cricut’s Print-and-Cut feature, I printed out some extra-large “stickers” on card stock to cut and used a template from an Etsy seller to make dividers for the different sections of my book journal. Today I added a cover made of patterned paper and a combination of print-and-cut designs. I decided not to put the date so that I could reuse the cover and/or add to the journal in the future.

I also added a pocket page to hold stickers and such as needed.

There it is. I think I’m ready for reading in January.

2025 Book Journal

Is it too early to start planning and setting reading goals for 2025? Probably, but it’s already the fourth day of December. I feel that the month may fly by before I’ve had time to blink.

Last year was the first year I set a reading goal. I began with a goal of fifty-two books—a book a week. As of yesterday, I have read 113 books. And I wrote in my book journal about every one. I really enjoyed the process. When I set up my book journal at the beginning of the year, I had all sorts of stuff in it and found that some of the things just weren’t relevant to me. I included five or six reading challenges, none of which I really followed. However, keeping statistics (books completed and genres, etc.) was revealing. I knew I tended to read a LOT of novels set in the Regency period, most of which involved either romance or mystery (or both). I found that I favored certain authors in the Regency genre. Keeping the statistics did help me broaden my reading.

I have purchased some printable reading and book journals and two bound journals. None of these completely suit me. One of the problems with the printables is the size. I do not want a letter-size journal. I use the classic Happy Planner for my daily planner/calendar, and I wanted that 7 by 9.25 inch size for my reading journal. I could resize the page in the printing app, but sometimes that meant the writing on the page was too small, or the space for writing responses was not optimal. And of course, there were things on the page that I didn’t care about tracking. A bound journal does not allow for additional pages or rearranging them if desired. So, I pulled out my dot grid refill paper, black felt-tip pen, and ruler and began designing. My pages are pretty plain right now, and I may embellish them later.

First, I made a list of what I wanted in the journal:

  • 2025 Reading Goals
  • Books I’ve Read
  • Books I Want to Read
  • Monthly Statistics
  • Favorite Books of the Month
  • Favorite Book of the Year
  • Book Club Picks
  • Book Notes/Reviews
  • Reading Challenges
  • A Year-end Reflection

My reading goals for 2025 are

  1. Read at least 100 books
  2. Read or reread at one classic a month
  3. Read or listen to at least six nonfiction books this year
  4. Complete at least one book challenge

Next, I created the Books I’ve Read pages. It’s a simple table with four columns

  • Title and author
  • Genre
  • Format (book, e-book, audiobook)
  • Finished

This gives me an “at-a-glance” option to see the books I’ve read as well as a way to count them in a hurry. Another at-a-glance table lists the books I want to read with two columns for the title and author and a check box for whether I’ve read it or not.

After making individual pages for each month this year, I combined my statistics page into one chart:

It took some “doing” to get it like I wanted it. There is a rather liberal use of the Wite-out correction tape on this page.

I plan to make a kind of collage of my favorite books for each month. I love the StoryGraph app for creating collages of books read during the month. I can cut out the images I want to use and adhere them to my page.

Finally, I have a page designed for book notes:

I will add pages for reading challenges, should I decide to participate, and a final page for reflection. I am waiting on a composition notebook style cover. I also plan to make dividers for each section, just so I can find my place easier. I imagine I will also embellish some of the pages and add some creative pages as I go.

So–here’s to looking forward to another year of reading!

November Reading Update

I really slowed down my reading this month. Perhaps it was because some of the books were longer and “slower” reads. It’s also the beginning of the holiday season, and things get busy.

I seem to be falling back into familiar and comfortable genres this month–historical romances and mysteries as well as some fantasy and magical realism.

An Audacious Woman, A Discerning Woman, Deadly Lies, and Murder at the Foundling Hospital are all historical mysteries set in the 19th century. Sarah F. Noel’s “Tabitha and Wolf” mystery series features the recently widowed Lady Pembroke (Tabitha) and the new Earl of Pembroke (Wolf) as they investigate various murders while navigating a tricky romance. These novels are light and sometimes humorous, especially when Tabitha’s mother-in-law, the Dowager Countess of Pembroke decides she wants to become an investigator. Besides the mystery aspect, the novels are also about finding one’s family and belonging as Tabitha’s family includes not only the new Earl and the Dowager Countess, but a trusted family friend and two street urchins who become her wards.

Deadly Lies is the latest book in the Angus Brodie and Mikaela Forsythe Murder Mystery series by Carla Simpson. Lady Forsythe is an independent woman of the late nineteenth century who becomes involved with the often surely Angus Brodie when her sister goes missing (Book I). In this latest installment, they investigate the murders of two young women found with a red rose. Mikaela narrates the story as it unfolds with occasional glimpses into Brodie’s point of view when he goes off on his own. Mikaela, like her elderly great-aunt who raised her and her sister after her parents’ deaths, is intelligent, witty, and more than a little free-spirited. This series is mostly light-hearted and fun.

Murder at the Foundling Hospital is the third installment of the Tate and Bell series by Irina Shapiro. Set in London in the latter half of the nineteenth century, the novel follows Detective Bell and Nurse Gemma Tate as they investigate the murder of Amanda Tate, a fourteen-year-old foundling. Together, they piece together the clues that eventually bring the killer to justice, but at the expense of Gemma’s job at the Foundling Hospital. Shapiro uses more history in the development of the plot than Noel or Simpson as she draws on the details of the Crimean War for context. This novel is darker in tone and without the humor of Noel’s and Simpson’s novels, but it is no less a good read.

I seem to be choosing more books from the fantasy and magical realism genres. Weyward, Where the Library Hides, Before the Coffee Gets Cold, and The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door all incorporate some measure of paranormal or supernatural elements. Emilie Hart’s Weyward tells the story of three women of the Weyward family from three different time periods: one a 17th century woman accused and tried for witchcraft, a teenager from the 1940s, and a young woman from the present who retreats to her great-aunt’s cottage to escape an abusive marriage. All three women have an affinity with nature that is often called “witchcraft.” All three women have complicated and even dangerous relationships with the men in their lives. However, although bad things happen to these women, they come through their experiences stronger and more independent than ever. Resilience is the key. I enjoyed this book and truly did not want it to end. Perhaps there will be another Weyward book that tells the story of Kate’s daughter named after her ancestors, Altha the 17th century “witch” and Violet the 20th century botanist and scientist.

Where the Library Hides by Isabel Ibanez continues the story begun in What the River Knows. Inez has gone to Egypt at the end of the 19th century to find out what happened to her parents. At the end of the first novel, she discovers that her mother is still alive, and she receives a rather unromantic marriage proposal from her uncle’s assistant Whit. Where the Library Hides has the two, now married, searching for the lost loot from Cleopatra’s tomb and Inez’s mother. Ibanez throws in a plot twist near the end of the novel that I truly did not expect, but it made sense. This sequel ties up all the loose ends and brings the mystery to a very satisfactory close. The epilogue, though, may foreshadow some more books about characters introduced in this novel. I will be following Ibanez for other books.

Before the Coffee Gets Cold was our choice for the November book club. It also falls into the genre of magical realism. Four characters have the opportunity (and the desire) to travel in time. There are several rules, though, that govern their time travels: they can only meet people with whom they have met in the coffee shop; they will not change the present by going to the past or the future; and they can stay away for only as long as the coffee stays warm. Failure to drink the coffee before it gets cold will turn them into a ghost. Three choose to go back in time while one character chooses to go into the future. All three come away from their time travels with new understandings of themselves and others. I had my doubts about this book when I started it. It felt too objective. However, as we followed each character into their pasts, presents, and futures, the reader does get to know them and feel engaged with them. By the end of the first vignette, I was fully engaged and ready to devour the stories. I will certainly be reading the other books in the series.

H. G. Parry’s The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door combines the history of the post-World War I Lost Generation with fantasy. I’m not sure there’s a name for this genre! It’s a combination of historical fiction and fantasy and romance. Clover Hill wants to learn to do magic so that she can release her older brother from a Faerie curse he received at the battle of Amiens during the first world war. She attends Camford University where she becomes friends with three students who come from the class known as the Family, people who have had magic in their blood for generations. What makes Clover different is that she is not from a magical family but is an ordinary farm girl. However, through hard work, study, and research, she does learn magic and eventually obtains the spell to release her brother. However, she had to pay a high cost. This is a heart-breaking story of love and friendships that go awry and of lost trust; it is also a story of restoration, forgiveness, and reconciliation. Even though events become quite dire, there is a thread of hope throughout.

It was hard to pick a best book for the month, but I think I decided on Before the Coffee Gets Cold. It is an easy-to-read novel, even in translation from Japanese. The characters are for the most part likeable and relatable. There are really no villains in this book at all, unless, that is you count death, Alzheimer’s, and loss as villains. There are no murders to solve. In the end, the book is full of love and hope.

As the Christmas season approaches, I know I will have more books to read. I haven’t selected specific holiday books (yet), though I have started Tommy Orange’s book Wandering Stars, which follows a survivor of the Sand Creek Massacre. It’s a heavy way to begin this season of joy.

“I Think of Him”

[from “This Is How They Come Back to Us” by Barbara Kingsolver”, the October 25 Wild Writing prompts]

I think of Daddy when I go to my childhood home, him sitting in the recliner and turning on the TV,

telling stories that may or may not have some embellishment. After all, he came from a family of story-tellers.

I think of him when to go to my old church where he sat on the third pew from the front on the right-hand side, in front of the pastor’s pulpit.

I can hear him singing those old, familiar hymns and smile when I remember how I knew if I was playing loud enough to support the singing: If I could hear Daddy singing, then I wasn’t playing loud enough. It became a kind of competition to see if that little Hammond spinet could drawn out Daddy’s baritone.

I think I Daddy when I drive by or walk through the fields I inherited from him, the hours he spent on his tractor plowing and sowing the seeds, cutting and raking the hay, baling it and loading it on the truck, and drinking ice water from a Mason jar (or a mayonnaise jar) wrapped in a brown paper bag on those hot days.

I think of him during the he was recovering from the surgery, me riding the combine and tying the sacks of oats whle he watched from the front seat of his old blue Ford pickup.

He would read recipes from the State newspaper of the coop’s Living magazine and give them to me to try.  We canned tomatoes in the “play house” that summer before I left home to live on my own seventy-five miles away.

I think of him when I stand on the remains of the garage floor he helped my husband pour and spread and smooth.

I remember his voice,

the thin, papery browned from years of working in the sun with the dark bruises.

I think of him when I see my sons and the lessons he taught them about hunting, the land, stewardship, love, and family.

I think of him on Veterans’ Day and V-J Day and how narrowly he escaped being deployed to the Pacific during those last days of World War II.

I think of him when I’m with my brother and hear Daddy’s wisdom coming from that brat who irritated me so when we were chldren.

I think of him and know he has left a legacy.

Wild Writing

[Note: the following is inspired by the poem “Eating the Avocado by Carrie Fountain. Linda Wagner provides prompts based on poetry for “wild writing.” This was the prompt for October 23.]

“I’ve Never Described”

I’ve never described the morning light through the living room window,

the slashes of light and shadow on the wheat-colored wall perpendicular to the window

the diagonal lines of light and dark that shorten and eventually disappear as the hours pass.

I’ve never described the cherry tree in the backyard,

the one my husband cut down because it didn’t produce edible fruit.

But he didn’t see, as I see, the value of the snow-white flowers with hints of pink,

the reminder in the still cold month of February that spring is not far away.

I’ve never described the surprise of the sesanqua in the backyard and the frilled pink blossoms that become transparent when the afternoon sun shines through them and I see the veined beauty in each petal.

This bush reminds me of the petite grandmother,

the source of the sesanqua and the red cameila that will bloom in January.

I’ve never described these red petals, either, with the golden crown of the sepals in the middle.

I’ve never described the feeling that when they bloom, I know Grammaw is nearby in spirit and that she has left a legacy of beauty for me.

I’ve never described the soft skin of a toddler, my sons as they were thirty-plus years ago (when did they become men of thirty-five and thirty-one years?) or that of my three-year-old grandson,

the tenderness and fagility of that white skin, unblemished and unscarred by time,

the soft velvet feel when I caress their cheeks,

the bow of their lips relaxed in sleep, tucked against my arm as I hold them those last few minutes before putting them down for the night,

the soft wisps of blond hair across their uncreased foreheads,

thankful that they do not know the worries and cares the next day might bring.

Mid-October Reading Roundup

October is “Spooky Month,” and this month’s reading includes its share of spooky reads.

The Dead Romantics is a fun rom-com featuring a ghost writer haunted by her almost dead editor. Florence Day has the job of ghost writing for a popular romance author, but lately Florence hasn’t been much in the mood to write the typical romance novel with true love and happy endings after her break-up with her boyfriend. And to make matters worse, her father died, and she returns to her home in South Carolina. Oh, Florence also sees dead people. While she is home for the funeral, she is haunted by her new editor and falls in love with him. I enjoyed this novel. It is a light read.

Murder in the House by Lynn Morrison is the latest in the Dora and Rex mystery series. Dora and Rex assist their friend Clark Kenworth, Lord Rivers, investigate the death of the clerk for the Labor Party leader in the House of Lords of the British Parliament. Clark, a recurring character in the series, takes the lead in this book. I enjoy reading historical novels because I do learn about the history of the time and place of the setting. In this book, set between the two world wars, the conflict between the Communist Party and the Labor Party–and the growing threat of Hitler and the Nazi Party–form the backdrop. I enjoyed seeing how Clark is maturing as he takes on his role in the House of Lords.

Edge of Edisto is the last book in the Edisto mysteries by C. Hope Clark. In this novel, Callie has two cases to solve–a missing person case and a murder that at first seem unrelated. She also discovers a secret that the island community of Edisto Beach has kept for thirty years. Callie is coming into her own at last in this novel, and I think it is one of the better ones in the series for that.

An October reading list cannot go without including the classic Dracula by Bram Stoker. Horror is not my genre, but I have read and reread Dracula, both for my own “pleasure” and as a class novel in my English IV classes. I decided to reread Dracula after watching an episode of the Murdoch Mysteries in which Margaret Brakenreid reads the novel for her book club and comes away with the idea that it is about redemption. And it is, to some extent. What I noticed more this time as I read was the interplay of science, faith, religion, and superstition, especially in the character of Van Helsing. Of course, I also noticed the theme of “the New Woman” in the portrayal of both Lucy and Mina.

The Book of Witching by C. J. Cook could also fall into the horror category, but it is not the frightening kind of horror. When Erin goes on a three-week camping trip with her boyfriend and her best friend, no one expects that one will die, another go missing, and Erin end up in the hospital with third and fourth-degree burns–and that Erin will insist that she be called Nyx. Her mother then investigates to discover the cause of her daughter’s trauma. What I enjoyed about this novel was the dual time period narrative: the story of Alison Balfour, the first woman to executed for witchcraft in the Orkneys in 1594, and Clem’s determination to find out what happened to her daughter. The ending of the novel, which ties the two time periods and characters together, is satisfying.

A Pocketful of Diamonds by Pam Lechy is a historical mystery set at the end of the nineteenth century. Lucy Lawrence and Phineas Stone’s honeymoon in Paris is interrupted when Phin’s sister sends them a telegraph asking them to come to Lake Como to search for her missing husband. Murder and intrigue take the newlyweds into the criminal element of the Lake Como district and Milan. Of course, they do solve the case, but not before Ludy is kidnapped and Phineas targeted for assassination himself. This book feels like it could be the end of the Lucy Lawrence series, though.

Lady Macbeth by Ava Reid is NOT your English teacher’s version of the Macbeth story. Told from Lady Macbeth’s point of view, the protagonist Roscille is Macbeth’s second wife. Growing up, she was considered “otherworldly” or touched by a witch with her silver hair and strange eyes that were said to bewitch men. As a result, she always wore a veil so that men did not have to look into her eyes. At one point in the novel, Macbeth tells her that she will be the dagger in his hand. Macbeth is portrayed as almost larger than life–a large man with an even larger ambition to be “King Hereafter,” and he will do just about anything to ensure that he not only gets the throne of Scotland but keeps it, even if it means locking his own wife in the dungeon. Reid does take the traditional prophecies for Macbeth from Shakespeare’s play, but she turns everything on its ear. In addition to the witches, there are a few other fantastical beasts. Reid combines history and fantasy in this story of Lady Macbeth.

The next book on my reading list is The Stone Witch of Florence, another historical fantasy (is that a genre?) set in Florence, Italy, during the time of the Black Death. I am looking forward to reading it.

Finding Joy

[NOTE: This piece is inspired by the poem “I Do Not Order Two Sugars in My Americano” and the prompts from Linda Wagner’s 27 Powers Wild Writing prompts.]

Joy always finds me when I see the egret and the heron wading in the weeds at the shallow edges of the pond. I watch their stillness, statue-like, as they stare into the water for the dart of a small, silver fish. I study the graceful curve of their necks, the jaunty-jolty steps as they stalk their prey along the green edges. How can they see those small fish in that dark, murky water? I admire their graceful take-off when they spread their wide wings and lift off to glide inches above the sunlit water of the pond.

Joy finds me in the soft lapping of the water at the edge of the Lakeshore as I walk around the park or the shore at the church.

Joy finds me in the bright smile and giggles of my three-year-old grandson as he plays with his cars and trucks or wages a dinosaur war with his Nana.

I find joy in hearing and singing those old hymns of faith–and hearing in my head the sound of my father’s baritone as he sang those same hymns when he came home from church and walked through the house to change into his “everyday clothes.” I find joy in singing the hymns we used for his funeral service–even as the tears form and run down my face. (Has it really been nine years since he passed on?)

I find joy in seeing words crawl across the blank page when I write–and write and write more. Joy finds me in the old-fashioned fountain pens even when they spring a leak and my fingers are covering in black ink.

I find joy in hearing the birds sing and chatter outside my window. Joy finds me in the migration of those black birds (whose name I do not know, grackles, maybe?) that chatter and fly in in droves to cover the limbs of the trees and the brown grass each autumn. It won’t be long before they arrive again.

Joy finds me in the cup of hot cinnamon spiced tea served up in my favorite Pioneer Woman mugs. Before I take that first sip, I hold my hand over the cup to let the steam soothe the ache of muscles around the surgical scar. Then I take that first not-so-scalding hot sip and let the cinnamon “burn” across my tongue and down my throat to warm me through and through.

Even when I least expect it, joy always finds me.