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.

September Reading Wrap-up

I know, it’s only the 26th and there are four more days. I probably will finish another book before the end of the month, but I’ve read the bulk of the books for the month. I didn’t read as many books as I have some months, but that’s okay. I started a couple that I haven’t finished, though, so I’m still reading.

Most of the books I read this month were lighter fare. At least four were murder mysteries of one sort of another. A couple could be classified as romance novels. One of the books fell into the category of magical realism. Several were historical novels.

Irina Shapiro did not disappoint in the latest addition to the Redmond and Haze series. Murder of Innocents had Dr. Jason Redmond and Detective Daniel Haze searching for the murderer of two little boys. Dr. Redmond may be an aristocrat, but he is from America. He served as a surgeon for the Union army during the American Civil War and spent time as a prisoner of war in the infamous Andersonville prison. His knowledge of anatomy and medicine and Haze’s skills as an investigator make them a formidable team.

C. Hope Clark’s Reunion on Edisto follows the career of Callie, Edisto Beach’s first female police chief. In the seventh installment of the series, Callie, now sober for nearly a year and in a stable relationship with Mark, the owner of the new Mexican restaurant, El Marco, has to search for a missing classmate who has come to the island to plan a class reunion. As Callie works the case, she also solves a cold case from her high school days. While I was not sympathetic to Callie when I first began the series, I began to like her as I near the end of the series.

I read two books by Madeline Martin last year, The Last Bookshop in London and The Keeper of Hidden Books, both set during World War II. The Booklover’s Library is also set during World War II. Like The Last Bookshop in London, The Booklover’s Library is set in England. The Booklover’s Library begins before the Blitz and tells the story of a young widow who must make the agonizing decision to send her daughter to the countryside for safety. She also must find a job to support herself during this time. The novel speaks to the power of books to comfort during hard times. I learned more about the effects of war on women and children from this book. That’s the power of a good historical novel; it brings the history to life.

The Inheritance of Orquidea Divina is way out of my comfort zone in terms of genre. I liked the book. However, it took me quite a few pages and chapters to buy into the elements of magical realism. There are a couple of things that really struck me in the story. Orquidea’s need to have roots takes on a physical aspect when she turns into a tree the day she dies. We all need that place we can put down roots and belong. Marimar finds that place in Four Rivers on her grandmother’s estate. The second thing that resonated was the idea of “inheritance.” What do we actually inherit from our ancestors?

The book I disliked this month is That Night in the Library. I could not sympathize with any of the characters; they were all unlikable to some degree. The death from some kind of poisoning of one member of the small group gathered to re-enact an ancient Greek ritual sets off a series of additional deaths. By the time the group is rescued, only two of the seven remain alive. Moreover, with the exception of Kip, the first to die, nearly every one of the others kills, helps to kill, or witnesses the violent death of others. This is a “locked room” mystery in the vein of Agatha Christie, but there are no redeeming characters in this novel, and no feeling that justice has been served in the end.

Studies at the School by the Sea is a light-hearted romance of two teachers from two different schools, both English teachers, and both concerned with the well-being of their students. However, there are obstacles to their romance ranging from an ex-fiance’s accident to the lack of privacy on a school Outward Bound retreat. I haven’t read the first three books in the series; however, that did not hinder me from enjoying this book.

My pick, though, for the book of the month is Emily Wilde’s Encyclopedia of Faeries. Emily goes to an isolated island in the Arctic Circle to conduct research for book, an encyclopedia of faeries. From facing hostile villagers and down-right mean changelings, Emily has a number of adventures. When her colleague joins her, though, things get really interesting, and she discovers his secret identity. I had fun reading this book! I do enjoy a good fantasy.

Mid-month Reading Roundup

August is flying by–and I’m not even in school this year. I’m in my second year of permanent retirement as a high and middle school English teacher. That has given me the opportunity to read as much (or as little) as I want to read. And since I’ve always loved books and reading, I can say I’m enjoying the time.

So far, I’ve read ten books this month (even though my StoryGraph graphic shows only nine. The novel, The Unquiet Stairs, is not listed in the StoryGraph data base). One of my completed selections is the audio book Killers of the Flower Moon, the basis for the current movie. I was completely interested in that narrative of the murders of several Osage Indians in the late 1920s and early 1930s because of their wealth due to their control over the oil rights under their reservation. The narrative brought out the injustice shown to Native Americans, especially when they had no control over their own wealth. The conspiracy contrived to obtain the rights to the oil underground was complex and chilling. The subtitle, “The Making of the FBI” highlights the role of J. Edgar Hoover in this case, which he uses to build the reputation of the FBI as a law enforcement agency. I have not seen the movie yet, but it will be interesting to compare the book and the movie.

I have always been interested in the tales of King Arthur. I even had a copy of John Steinbeck’s unfinished retelling of the legends, which I lost a long time ago. Who knows what classroom I left it in over my forty-year career? Anyway, The Bright Sword is a new version of the Arthurian legends told from the points of view of some of the lesser known characters. The novel begins after Arthur’s death at the hands of his son Mordred. Among the characters included are Sir Bedivere, Nimue (Merlin’s apprentice), and Morgan le Fay. Guinevere, who according to Sir Thomas Malory, entered a convent and became a nun, re-emerges as a strong female leader in her own right, and Merlin, Arthur’s advisor and magician, becomes a hero. There are the typical tropes of Arthurian stories, including the damsel-in-distress and a holy quest. I enjoyed this novel very much.

I’m also a sucker for a good Gothic novel in the vain of Victoria Holt and Daphne DU Maurier. Return to Wyldecliffe Heights fits the bill. Agnes Corey, who had a troubled past herself and spent time in a school for troubled teenaged girls, has worked as an editor for a small publishing house, best known for the publication of one book which has a cult following. When Agnes writes to the author requesting a sequel, Agnes is sent to the reclusive author’s home to take the novel down. There, she encounters the “ghost story” and some links to her own past. Though set in modern times, the author draws on the history of treatment of mental illness as well as the goth scene of the previous century. It was interesting to see the influence of the Bronte sisters on the author, especially Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre. I am glad this was not a part of a series, or I may have gone on a reading binge!

The Lord Meets His Lady is pretty typical of the Regency romance genre. The male protagonist is decidedly an anti-hero, banished from society after creating a scandal in a London gaming hell. He thinks he’s rescuing a “damsel-in-distress” who is actually a woman trying to escape an indenture forced upon her. Genevieve and Marcus are both looking to escape their pasts and start over. And they are able to find love and healing and restoration by rescuing horses. There is plenty of political intrigue in this novel as well.

I read two more books in C. Hope Clark’s Edisto Island Mystery series, Edisto Stranger and Tidings in Edisto. Callie continues to serve as the island’s chief of police. In these novels, she is beginning to get her act together and come to terms with her past, the loss of both her husband and her lover in the line of duty, her alcoholism, and the knowledge that the mother she grew up with is not her biological mother. Clark is developing Callie’s character is more depth although most of the characters are somewhat stereotypical. In Tidings, Callie is more stable as she deals with a complicated and twisting case involving the death of her neighbor (the husband of her biological mother) and a series of break-ins by the “Edisto Santa.” A new character is also introduced, a former SLED agent, the state’s law enforcement agency, who helps her solve this complicated case.

J. Courtney Sullivan’s The Cliff is a dive into the history of Maine, the Shakers, and spiritualism. It is Reece Witherspoon’s July book club selections as well. It is also the story of mother-daughter relationships, generational alcoholism and trauma and hurt, and healing. What intrigued me was the question of what one might do if one discovered an old family cemetery in one’s backyard? And what would the consequences be if one removed that cemetery? Although there are ghosts, The Cliffs is not a ghost story but in some ways a story of digging up the bones of one’s past to discovery one’s self. This is a book that is going to stay with me for awhile.

After The Cliffs, I needed something light and “mindless,” The Sapphire Intrigue, another Regency novel fit the bill. Lady Grace and Lord Roland Percy are called upon by the royal family to track down the Sapphire code book before it can fall into the hands of their arch enemy, France, after its keeper is found murdered in the Marine Pavillion in Brighton. These two aristocratic sleuths must determine which one of the guests of the Prince Regent’s guests killed Sir Jonathan without getting themselves killed. This is purely escapist reading for the fun of it.

The Unquiet Stairs is also in the Gothic novel genre with ghosts that haunt a swanky Scottish hotel. Originally, the hotel was a manor house built over the foundations of an ancient monastery-turned-convent. The author moves the narrative back and forth in time to tell the story of the inhabiting ghosts. Present-day Anna escapes from a disastrous wedding day to her Aunt Rita’s home in Scotland to hide from her parents, her husband, and her controlling in-laws. Rita helps her find a job at the hotel, first as a receptionist and then as the manager. When the ghostly inhabitants, Hugh Ferguson and Gideon Corsan, begin showing out and become violent, Anna calls on her aunt to help settle down the spirits. To help understand the ghosts’ actions, the author draws on the history of the Scottish Covenanters and the witch hunts of the mid 1600s. There is so much history in this book that reminds me of our own history of the Salem witch trials. I will be reading the sequel when it’s published to learn more about the history of this time.

There is a thread in this month’s reading–murder, mischief, and mayhem. A Whisper of Death is a murder mystery set in 1868 in London. Female investigator Matilda Wren primarily helps a solicitor investigate for women who want to seek divorces from their unfaithful and abusive husbands. When she begins to investigate the loss of her grandmother’s investment income, which has been managed by her husband’s cousin Sir Henry, Tilda meets Hadrian Becker, Lord Ravenhurst, who is investigating his own near-fatal attack. The two team up when it appears that Sir Henry’s death, the death of another peer, and Hadrian’s attack all appear to be connected. Whisper of Death is a plot-driven novel with little real character development. Hadrian and Tilda are likeable characters, and I did care about each of them. Typical tropes of this genre are present: the divide between social classes (Hadrian is aristocracy while Tilda is middle-class), the lack of rights and agency of women to handle their own financial and legal affairs, and the quest for real justice. There is an upcoming sequel to this novel as well, and I will be reading it to see if Hadrian and Tilda can cross the class lines to develop a relationship.

I am listening to The Boys in the Boat, about the eight-man crew from the Univeristy of Washinton that went to the 1936 Olympics in Germany. I am interested in this story as well. I watched the movie based on the book, and, frankly, I was disappointed in the movie. The movie focuses only on the year 1936 and, therefore, does not develop the characters and their relationships in any depth. Joe Ranse’s struggle with poverty during the Depression years and his estrangement from his family are merely hinted at. Also, the movie does not show the excitement of the various races the crew ran. The movie was rather anti-climatic, even at the end when the boys from America won the gold in a photo finish.

The month isn’t over. I have a whole stack of books on my TBR list to read. I’m not sure which book to open next.

Good Things on a Rainy Monday

It’s raining this morning. Heaven knows, we need it. The landscape was looking a little brown at the end of July, and the ponds behind the house, which rely on rain to maintain their levels, were receding quickly. Of course, the rains and the clouds are keeping the summer temperatures lower as well, a thankful relief from 100-degree days earlier this month. There are a lot of good things that happened this month.

  1. We spend a Saturday afternoon with our sons, daughter-in-law, and grandson. Sully is two and a half, and a “miracle baby.” He’s beginning to talk and not just in baby babbles–whole sentences. He has two speeds: off and full steam ahead. It is rare for him to be completely still. When our sons were toddlers, my father made a rocking dog for them. Surprisingly, it survived the house fire, and we dusted it off and gave it to Sully. He was enchanted and kept saying, “That’s cool!”
A rare still moment!

2. Books and more books! One thing retirement has given me is more time to read the books I want to read. I admit that I quite often binge read, especially Regency/historical novels, but this year, I took on a challenge to read at least 52 books. I have more than exceeded that number and working on 100 books for the year. At the rate I’m going, I may exceed that number as well! It’s hard to pick the best book for this month, but there are a couple that rank right up there. The Secret Book of Flora Lea is one of them. The Lost Story and A Novel Love Story are two others. This month I have read more in the genre of magical realism.

3. Crafting is one of my “things”. I knit or crochet just about every day. This week, I finished the nine squares of the Irish Fields afghan kit. I just need to assemble the complete afghan. This months Hooks and Needles crochet and knitting box arrived, and I completed two of the projects: a crocheted Granny square crossbody bag and a knitted shoulder bag. I also used some HTV (heat transfer vinyl) to make a book bag for Sully’s library books. He is entranced by the Disney-Pixar movie Cars, and LIghtning McQueen is one of his favorite characters, so he has a personalized LIghtning McQueen bag for his library hauls.

After that success, I made two more, one for me and one for Sully’s mom, Sherry.

4. My sourdough starter is working again. The last couple of times I made bread, the starter would bubble but would not grow after I fed it. I had lots in the jar, so I baked anyway. The bread turned out okay, but I wasn’t satisfied. Moreover, my starter kept separating with that dark liquid on top, which I found out is called “hooch.” Yeah, the same name given to moonshine, well, because, that liquid is alcohol from the fermenting process. I read all kinds of articles on making sourdough breads and maintaining starter, and I learned that my starter was starving. So, following the advice given, I fed the starter daily for two days, keeping it out of the refrigerator. After the second day, the starter bubbled AND grew–and I made a loaf of cinnamon-raisin sourdough bread. It turned out beautifully. Next time, I’m going to double the cinnamon; it needs a little more kick! By the way, raisin bread was my grandmother Wessinger’s favorite bread, so I’m eating this bread in her memory!

5. I splurged a couple of weeks ago and had a professional manicure. It’s nice being pampered. The only thing is, the polish chips off so soon. I need another one to fix this one.

Good things–definitely. They are all around. I just have to look for them.

A “Funny Thing” Happened on the Way to. . . .

I GOT LOST IN CHAPIN!

I had a couple of errands to run in the Harbison-St. Andrews area today, and the quickest way to get there is to use the Interstate.

Except it’s been a few months since I’ve had to use the Chapin Exit area to get on and off the Interstate, and the highway department moved the east-bound entrance ramp. That required making a circle through some back roads to get back on the main drag and to the correct entrance ramp.

Maybe I should be going to the Interstate via Little Mountain. . . .

Anyway, that got me to thinking about this small town where I grew up. The streets weren’t named with official street names, unless you count such monikers as the Old Lexington Highway, Highway 76, Road 48, etc., as street names. Those roads don’t have those titles anymore–Columbia Avenue, Broad River Road, Hilton Road. . . . Fancy.

There are other changes as well. Chapin High School has expanded from two main buildings to at least three now. From a one-A school in the 1970’s, it is now a AAAA school (and maybe growing); from the district’s “red-headed step child” to one of the flagship schools. Joe Chapman’s service station has been a garden/seed store, a fancy fastfood restaurant, and now a Chinese take-out restaurant. S &S gas station has been torn down for years. That’s where I could fill up my granddaddy’s light blue Mercury Montego, get the oil checked, windshield washed, and tires checked without getting out of the car. Oh, I filled up the tank with a five dollar bill and got back change! The S & S moved down the road a piece, but now, it, too, is closed.

The Red and White grocery store is no more. First, Winn Dixie, then BiLo replaced it–and moved a couple of times. Food Lion moved in, and so did Publix.

I remember when the 7/11 opened across the road from the old Chapin School. On piano lesson days, I would drive that Montego to get a cherry-cola Icee. After a robbery and murder, it closed, but in a few years, it became the Chapin Station (family restaurant) and now Zorba’s. Downtown Chapin has changed as well. The dime store has closed, and Judy Jarrett has her ArtCan studio there. The cloth shop is gone, so is the general store. The old Ellet Brothers building is home to a bar and several other shops.

And there are two traffice lights, one replacing the flashing yellow light at the intersection where Joe Chapman had his gas station.

It’s no wonder that I got lost this morning. My home town has changed so much in the last fifty years. I suppose it’s inevitable that change happens, but I miss the old Chapin where there were no traffic jams, no traffic lights; where there were full-service gas stations and people you grew up with (and who could tell you your family history and somehow claim kin with some five or six generations ago). The hometown feeling is not there as it once was.

Yet, I can drive two or three miles away to get into “the country”–acres of land covered in trees, though not planted for hay or corn like it used to be. The pastures that once held small herds of cows are grown up. So even though the town itself is changing, the area around it remains the same. I hope it stays that way.

Mid-month Reading Wrap-up

It’s been a while. . . . I had surgery on my hand on May 31, and it’s healing–slowly. Since then, I’ve done some reading and knitting and crocheting, and a bit of traveling to see some state parks, but that’s another post.

Today is about the reading.

I set a reading goal at the beginning of the year of 52 books—a book a week. Well, to say I’m a voracious reader is a bit of an understatement. I reached the 52 books in June. So, I upped my goal to 100, and at the midpoint of July, I’ve read 63. So, I may need to amend my goal once again.

This month has been a bit different in my reading selections. A couple of the books I’ve read are in the genre of magical realism. I had to look it up because I just didn’t teach much in the way of magical realism, and the only other book that qualified as magical realism that I’ve read was Allende’s House of the Spirits, which I thoroughly hated (that was one of the selections I had to read and plan a unit for teaching when I went through National Board Certification in 2000.) However, I loved the three books I’ve read that had a magical realistic bent to them.

Of course, there are my usual picks of purely escapist historical romance and a mystery or two.

(How cool is this? StoryGraph, a reading tracker app, creates a graphic of book covers! StoryGraph is like Goodreads–sort of.)

Anyway, I can’t pick a favorite from the six books I’ve read so far, but my top two are The Lost Bookshop and A Novel Love Story. The Lost Bookshop is about a “magical” Bookshop in Dublin, Ireland. Martha escapes an abusive marriage and takes a job as a housekeeper for a retired actress, Madame Bowden, in exchange for room and board in a basement room. Henry is a scholar looking for the lost manuscript of Emily Bronte’s second novel. Opaline has escaped an unwanted marriage by going on a “grand tour” of sorts to France where she meets Sylvia Beach ( a real, historical person who opened a Bookshop in Paris and published James Joyce’s novels in the 1920s and hosted a number of American expats, such as Hemingway) and works for her until her brother discovers her whereabouts. She, too, escapes to Dublin where she opens her own bookshop, which somehow just disappears. The novel tells the story of how these three lives, two contemporary and one from the 1920s, intersect and influence each other. It is a book about second chances to find love, self-discover, and the love of books and reading and the way books can impact one’s life.

A Novel Love Story by Ashley Poston also features a bookshop along with a curmudgeonly bookshop owner, a lost traveler, and a town lifted right out of the traveler’s favorite romance series with all its characters in place. Eileen is traveling to a cabin in the Hudson Valley for the annual book club retreat–alone because everyone else has “life” interruptions. A rainstorm sends her in search of a place to wait it out, and she finds her way into Eloraton, the fictional setting of her favorite romance series. She meets the inhabitants, all characters from the novels except for the owner of the bookshop, Anderson Sinclair. Try as she might, she cannot place him in the plots of any of the novels and assumes that he must be a character the author envisioned for the fifth novel, which she never wrote because of her untimely death. Eileen isn’t looking for love after having her heart broken several years ago when her fiance dumped her a week before the wedding. However, with a title like A Novel Love Story, you know there will be romance involved. This book is also about the power of books and reading–and about finding second chances. it is a sweet story, with a glimpse through the open bedroom door but without pages and pages of descriptions of graphic sex. After finishing the book, though, I thought about the story of Brigadoon, that mythic village that appears once every 100 years in the wilds of Scotland. (I may have to find that movie and watch it again!) This is that kind of story.

And my third favorite, or a strong tie for first, is The Lost Story by Meg Shaffer. Two friends go in search of Emilie’s lost sister in the woods of the Red Crow State Forest, the same forest where they went missing for six months nearly fifteen years earlier. The thing is, Shannon has been missing for twenty years. After Emilie’s mother dies of cancer, Emilie discovers she has a half-sister who had been given up for adoption. She hires Jeremy to find her sister, given his success in finding missing girls, but Jeremy can only take on the mission if his best friend from childhood, Rafe, goes with him. However, they have been estranged (and hostilely so) for the last fifteen years. Reluctantly, though, Rafe agrees, since doing so will give him his memories back. This book is more than a book about restored memories; it is about restored relationships, about growing up, and about finding a place to “belong”. It is also about reclaiming the magic and imagination of childhood. I enjoyed getting lost in the world of Shanandoah (yes, that’s how it’s spelled in the novel) and getting to know Jeremy, Rafe, Emilie, and Skya (the queen). There are numerous allusions to C. S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia throughout the novel.

The Last of the Moon Girls also fits into the realm of magical realism and follows many of the same themes as the previous books–self-discovery, restored relationships, finding that place that is home.

The last two books are more traditional historical romances with the happily-ever-after endings.

So, what’s next on my TBR pile? Probably too many to list. I just started Wolf Hall, a traditional historical novel that follows the life of Thomas Cromwell, one of Henry VIII’s advisors. I also have Vera Wong’s Unsoliticited Advice for Murderers, The Wishing Game, The Secret Book of Flora Lea, and Murder on Edisto on the list. That last book is the July book selection for my in-person book club, The Coffee Shelf Readers. I’ll start that book next week.

Now, it’s time to get lost in Tudor English. . . . Happy reading!