
Music Monday's originated at The Tattooed Book Geek's fantastic blog and has shown up hither, thither, and yon since then.
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Music Monday's originated at The Tattooed Book Geek's fantastic blog and has shown up hither, thither, and yon since then.
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Fantasy with Friends is a weekly meme hosted by the good people over at Pages Unbound. Fantasy with Friends poses questions each Monday about fantasy, either as a genre as a whole or individual works.
This week’s prompt is:
Oh, I know it isn’t. There are just some snobs that have a hard time recognizing genre fiction at all as “serious.” They’ll glance at something like A Song of Ice and Fire because no one can stop talking about the show—and mostly cover their sneer. What was that hit piece that someone did on Sanderson a year or so ago? Look at the response to Romantasy trend—or think back to responses of Pottermania.
What’s my reaction to that lack of recognition? I ignore it. They’re not going to change—at least by and large. It’s not my job to convince anyone to read a book or a genre they’re not interested in. I have a good friend who wanted to try the Dresden Files, but couldn’t handle the magic—as much as he was enjoying Harry and the other characters. Now, he’s not disdainful of the genre—but the same principle can apply to others, there’s just something about Fantasy that turns them off and for many people that will result in belittling. These people, by and large, are not worth wasting time and ink on (even if the ink is made up of bits on a screen).
I think if I’d decided to try to convince someone to give Fantasy a try, or at the very least, to consider that some works could have literary merit—I wouldn’t try for the genre as a whole. I’d pick a book that I think would appeal to them. And then, an other. And another after that. Take down the prejudice down one brick at a time. Does it work? Well, with my friend and the Dresden Files, nope. But it has with others. And I’m coming up with another way to trick him into giving Fantasy a shot. It’ll just be in a few months after he’s read that I’m planning on tricking him.
I’m sure some of the other posts in response to this prompt will be more thoughtful. I’m looking forward to reading them. Do you have responses to this? (either for the comment section below or from your own post)
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So many changes today…Man Flu has become bronchitis, 2025 has become 2026, my bullet images should look a little better in dark mode (still not perfect…but a good step), and a fourth, funny item should go here. Oh well…punchlines are for closers, I guess. And I haven’t made a sale in weeks.
Anyway, here’s the first Miscellany of 2026, thanks for reading!
Odds ‘n ends about books and reading that caught my eye this week. You’ve probably seen some/most/all of them, but just in case:
I’m sure I need to tell very few of you this, but today is the 134th anniversary of J.R.R. Tolkein’s birth. Fans around the world will be participaing in Tolkien Birthday Toast 2026.
Public Domain Day 2026—Center for the Study of the Public Domain brings us (as per their custom) the lists and some thoughts on the works newly in Public Domain.
Is It Possible to Overconsume Books?—Krysta at Pages Unboud has some thoughts.
The Books That Keep Us Company: There is something special about the series we really, truly grow up with…—Molly Templeton’s latest has something we can all relate to (I imagine), even if her cited examples mean little to us
Novels About Old People—Mike Finn has a good list of books featuring elderly chatacters
Book Blogger Challenge (2026)—a challenge for book bloggers that focuses on the community and blogging itself
45 Book Bloggers to Follow in 2026—Pages Unbound has a list of 45 to keep an eye on (which may help with the challenge). I can vouch for a lot of these (not that it matters), and assume the few I haven’t encountered/interacted with are just as good
And now, it’s time to look at another batch of Best of ’25 lists:
Read Like Nobody’s Watching- Raven’s December Reads and Books Of The Year 2025. —Raven features a few great-looking ones in 2025
The damppebbles Top Ten(ish!) of 2025—Hard to go wrong with Emma (unless you’re looking for reliable numbers)
Spells & Spaceships’ The Best Books I Read in 2025
A Fictional Escapist’s Top Five of 2025!
Best of 2025 reads—from reader@work
Fantasy Book Nerd’s TOP BOOKS OF 2025
My Top Ten Books of 2025—I agree with a couple of The Orangutan Librarian’s picks and have added some to a TBR.
Top 10 Books Read in 2025—in what was a bad year of reading for him, Peat Long did find some gems.
The Hard Word wraps up their Top Twenty-Five for First Twenty-five Years series with 15-11, 10-6, and 5-1

My favorite sentence/passage/phrase (or two) that I read this week :
“Already, even with the great act still ahead, there was flowing in upon me, from the barren years beyond it, a dejection such as I had never conceived. It was not at all like the agonies I had endured before and have endured since. I did no weep nor wrong my hands. I was like water put into a bottle and left in a cellar: utterly motionless, never to be drunk, poured out, spilled, or shaken. The days were endless. The very shadows seemed nailed to the ground as if the sun no longer moved.”—Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis

To help talk about backlist titles (and just for fun), What Was I Talking About 10 Years Ago This Week?
The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction by Alan Jacobs

I thought this went up months ago, but I just found it in my drafts folder, with some vague notes in the last section. I’m relatively unable to follow most of them, and wish I could. So, had you seen this in August/September, it would’ve been better. But let’s see what I can do here.
Mississippi Blue 42by Eli Cranor
DETAILS: Series: Rae Johnson, #1 Publisher: Soho Crime Publication Date: August 5, 2025 Format: Hardcover Length: 370 pg. Read Date: August 7-11, 2025

So much depended on a ball stitched together from thirty-two panels of waterproofed leather. The fans came to see what the players did with that ball: the blazing touchdown runs, the high-flying, bone-crunching hits. And the players played for peanuts. That was the only way any enterprise could achieve the sort of profit margins enjoyed by universities with nationally ranked teams. The trick, though, was convincing the rest of the country that college football was not a business, but instead a game, a contest played on the field of higher education, which also served the Chiefs well when it came time to file their taxes.
Because the University of Central Mississippi was an educational organization, it enjoyed a 501(c)(3) status, which meant nearly every dollar the institution made was exempt from federal income tax. It was the same exception granted to churches…
Yes, Mississippi was in the Bible Belt, but the real holy day, the day when every true Southerner bowed at the altar, was game day. And in just a few more hours, the congregation would gather inside their recently renovated, five-hundred-million-dollar cathedral.
Rae Johnson is the only daughter of a legendary college football coach and spent most of her life working to be one, too. But at a certain point, she hit the wall of misogyny (with her own father as a spokesman for the wall) and had to find a new career path. Naturally (?), she chose the FBI. We all see the overlap, right?
Anyway, she’s fresh out of the Academy and is assigned to her first case. She’s been sent to help investigate some financial crime surrounding the University of Central Mississippi’s football program. She knows she got the assignment due to her father, which grates her pride. But, she’s not going to back down from the challenge. Her partner in the investigation has been there for months and hasn’t gotten very far, but he’s determined to uncover the problems that he knows are there.
The veteran agent is just getting her acclimated to the investigation when the team’s quarterback
Moses stared at him, still not sure what to make of Cerge’s story, but thinking it felt right somehow, the wildness of his tale in tune with the flashy locker room: the nude white boys, the ping-pong table, the barber chairs. This wasn’t real life. It was all a dream, a four-year fantasy the players paid for with their lives. Even if they did make it to the League, even if they got paid, they still paid for it. And it wasn’t just their knees or shoulders, not even their brains. It went deeper than that. Once their playing days were over, they would be booted out of Eden, resigned to the stands to watch as the next crop of finely tuned athletes took their place. As extravagant as a Saturday spent tailgating in the Glades was, it did not compare to the roar of the crowd. Only gladiators know true glory.
This book, in many ways, seems to be a fight over the soul of the backup quarterback thrust into a leadership position—will he succumb to the culture of bagmen and fame, or will he risk his potential windfall and give Rae the information she needs?
I really like Moses from the beginning—sure, he’s got all the maturity of a college freshman (read: not as smart as he thinks he is, too easily distracted/led along by good-looking women), but there’s something about him you can’t help but like. I really think the battle for his soul angle isn’t that filled with suspense—it’s just the adults around him that fail to understand what he’s saying and what kind of guy he is all along.
But that actually makes the whole thing more entertaining for everyone who isn’t Moses.
According to the press kit for this book:
Mississippi Blue 42 is the first in what is planned to be an ongoing series starring FBI Agent Rae Johnson as she and a cast of recurring characters explore crime in the world of sports.
Which sounds promising—especially the “world of sports” part. Not because I’m a big sports guy, but I had a hard time imagining Rae looking into some other kinds of crime because Cranor baked the sports-mindset so deeply into her. You put her in an art crime, or a counterfeit money situation? I just don’t see it working as well (but I was ready to try). Rae hunting down a crew of bank robbers would be interesting to see, I just don’t know if she gets into their heads. But even if you move her to professional sports—even something other than football, she’s got the right mindset, the right background to really give a series legs.
Rae reminds me of Ellie Hatcher, Renée Ballard, and Eve Ronin. She’s got ambition, she’s willing to cut corners (maybe too many), she’s determined to make it in a man’s world—and she lets all of that lead her into some blunders as she learns her way. The question is: will she learn from them? The other women did—I trust she will, too. But making those mistakes is fodder for good fiction along the way.
I do wonder what characters from this book will recur. One strong candidate is Rae’s friend who failed a drug test and got booted from the FBI Academy. She had a strong presence early on in the book, but she just vanished later on. Which makes sense for reasons of this book’s plot, but not if you’re establishing a series character. Beyond her, I’m pretty curious.
This was about the players and the game they’d been forced to play. The contest that took place on the field was nothing compared to the battle that went down in Waffle Houses, seedy motel rooms, used car lots, and a laundry list of other skeevy locales. That’s where boys like Moses McCloud had been fighting for so long nobody even saw them as boys anymore. These were young men whose talents had been exploited to pay their coaches’ multimillion-dollar contracts, secure billion-dollar TV deals, and provide highly visible recruiting for their respective universities. College football wasn’t a game at all; it was a business, a completely self-sufficient economy powered by young, mostly Black athletes.
There are more “bad guys” in this book than in most its size—and I’m really unable to come up with a drop of sympathy or empathy for any of them. I wasn’t prepared for that. I’m used to Cranor helping me see the humanity of his characters. Not that I don’t see humanity here—all I see is the worst of it. Yes, there are some who are less-worse than others, and there are a few that you can easily call The Worst. Right up to the last revelation (which Rae really should’ve seen coming), the worst of America is on display. If you pull up a classic D&D Alignment Chart, you have a couple of Lawful Evil characters, many Neutral Evil characters, and a couple on the extreme end of Chaotic Evil, too. Worse, you have a Lawful Evil who pretends to be Lawful Good—and someone who is convinced he’s Lawful Good, but is really a deluded and easily manipulated True Neutral.
Sorry, that’s not helpful at all, but once I started thinking along those lines, I couldn’t stop. Hopefully, someone out there appreciates it.
The hypocrite bothers me more than they should (because it’s so obvious). The easily manipulated head coach really makes me miss the misguided integrity of the coach from Cranor’s Don’t Know Tough.
And honestly, not much better can be said of most of Rae’s allies through this. But they’re trying. I’m pretty sure they are, anyway. I found them entertaining anyway, and didn’t spend a moment hoping they’d find their comeuppance.
This established a strong world and at least one character that we can follow—I’m very curious to see how this experience shapes Rae’s career (at least the early days of it, obviously) and how she sees herself. But more importantly, this was an entertaining, gripping, roller-coaster of a ride. The series stuff can work itself out—right now, all I want to focus on is Mississippi Blue 42, and it’s a great ride.
You gotta check it out if you’re a Cranor reader (and probably already have). If the Venn Diagram of your interests includes college sports and Crime Fiction, you’ll enjoy this item from the overlap set. Actually, you’ll probably enjoy it if you don’t care about college sports at all, just Crime Fiction. Personally, most of what I know about college sports comes from I Am Charlotte Simmons—and Cranor tells the same story (essentially) about the industry it does, but in a more concise and focused way.
Okay, I’m rambling. Go get this thing, you’ll be glad.

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This prompt was submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer:
Well, I always feel like I should be reading more Non-Fiction than I do. Probably a hold-over from that “reading as self-improvement” model my teachers tried to drum into me. So maybe that?
I spent most of 2025 thinking it’s been too long since I read a good mystery/crime/detective novel. That’s pretty strange for me to say. But the stats I posted yesterday bear that out. So maybe that?
I have so, so many Fantasy books on my Bought and Unread Shelves that I’d love to tackle. I seem to really be getting into them lately, anyway. So maybe that?
I’ve been reading a lot of super-compelling SF books lately (and, yes, have a few of those on that same shelf) that it makes sense to try to keep that streak going. So maybe that?
I’ve nearly-unbelievably fallen behind on some of my favorite UF series (and just found a new one that I’m already behind on). So maybe that?
Cozy Fantasy would be good for my spirits to read more of (and I have more of those than I should on the too oft-mentioned Bought-and-Unread Shelf). So maybe that?
Classics? That’s a genre (of sorts) that I keep meaning to put more effort into—it wouldn’t take much, honestly, to make a huge impact on that front. So maybe that?
Similarly, there’s a reward of reading from the Non-Genre genre—“Contemporary” or “General” fiction (and it can often tap into the self-improvement thing I mentioned earlier). So maybe that?
I’ve been dabbling in Manga, too—and have more than one voice in my head suggesting other titles. So maybe that?
So, um…yeah. I really don’t know the answer to this question. Maybe I’m just eager to dive into everything?? Yeah, that sounds like an Irresponsible (or whim-based) Reader to say.
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I’ve done this a few times some years ago, but as a practice, it never stuck. But as I spend time doing this every month for myself, I might as well take a couple of minutes and post it, right? This is not going to be an exhaustive list—I’ll probably read other things, too, and may not get to all of these. But as of today, this is my plan.
Strange Animalsby Jarod K. Anderson
Green trips on the curb, falls flat into the street, and sees the city bus speeding toward him. And then . . . blink. He’s back on the curb, miraculously still alive. A five-foot-tall crow watches him from atop a nearby sign, somehow unseen by the rushing crowd of morning commuters. Desperate for answers and beset by more visions of impossible creatures, Green finds his way to a remote campsite in the Appalachian Mountains, where he meets a centuries-old teacher and begins an apprenticeship unlike anything he could imagine. Under his new mentor’s grouchy tutelage, Green studies the time-bending rag moth, the glass fawn, and the menacing horned wolf. He begins to see past hidden nature’s terrors and glimpse its beauty, all while befriending fellow misfits—and finding connection and community. Along the way come clues about the forces that set him on this path—and, most incredibly, a sense of purpose and fulfillment like nothing he’s felt before. But Green’s new happiness promises to be short-lived, because alongside these marvels lurks a deadly threat to this place he’s already come to love. Creepy, cozy, and beautiful, Strange Animals is a fantasy about home, belonging, and the fearfully wonderous nature all around us.
I honestly don’t remember what precisely jumped out at me about this book when a publicist reached out to me about the ARC. Reading it now, it sounds promising–and I’m looking forward to it.
Everybody Wants to Rule the Worldby Ace Atkins
It’s 1985, what will soon become known as “The Year of the Spy,” and fourteen-year-old Peter Bennett is convinced his mom’s new boyfriend is a Russian agent. “Gary” isn’t in the phone book, has an unidentifiable European accent, and keeps a gun in the glove box of his convertible Porsche. Peter thinks Gary only wants to get close to his mom because she works at Scientific Atlanta, a lab with big government contracts. But who is going to believe him? He’s just a kid into BMX and MTV. But after another woman who works at the lab is killed, Peter recruits an unlikely pair of allies—a has-been pulp writer and muckraker named Dennis Hotchner and his drag performer buddy and heavy, Jackie Demure. Both soon become the target of an unhinged Russian hitman (Is it Gary? Maybe!) with a serious Phil Collins obsession. Meanwhile, Sylvia Weaver, a young, Black FBI agent, investigates Scientific Atlanta in the wake of the employee’s murder and discovers a nest of Russian spies in the Southern “city too busy to hate.” Little does she know her investigation is being thwarted by a seriously compromised colleague in Washington, D.C., who is in league with a lovesick, hypochondriac KGB defector who is playing both sides of the Cold War to his benefit. As Ronald Reagan and Soviet general secretary Mikhail Gorbachev prepare for a historic nuclear summit in Geneva, what happens in Atlanta might change the course of the Cold War, the twentieth century, and Peter Bennett’s freshman year of high school.
Okay, an Atkins stand-alone sounds appealing. A humorous spy-thriller set in the mid 80s? I’d take a second look at that just from this premise, but if it’s from Atkins, it’s almost a guaranteed hit.
Twelve Monthsby Jim Butcher
One year. 365 days. Twelve months. Harry Dresden has been through a lot, and so has his city. After Harry and his allies narrowly managed to save Chicago from being razed to the ground, everything is different—and it’s not just the current lack of electricity. In the battle, Harry lost people he cared about. And that's the kind of loss that takes a toll. Harry being Harry, he’s doing his level best to help the city and his friends recover and rebuild. But it’s a heavy load, and he needs time. But time is one thing Harry doesn’t have. Ghouls are prowling Chicago and taking out innocent civilians. Harry’s brother is dying, and Harry doesn’t know how to help him. And last but certainly not least, the Winter Queen of the Fae has allied with the White Court of vampires—and Harry’s been betrothed to the seductive, deadly vampire Lara Raith to seal the deal. It's been a tough year. More than ever, the city needs Harry Dresden the wizard—but after loss and grief, is there enough left of Harry Dresden the man to rise to the challenge?
I’ve been waiting for this for ages. Mostly patiently, although that part has been getting harder lately. I really need to be sure that I’ve got my ducks in a row when this comes out, because I pretty much see myself ignoring other books until I’m done with this one.
Memes & Mayhem Volume II:by Ashley DeLeon
Spooky mysteries meet digital dysfunction! The Circleville Letters, The Max Headroom Incident, The Watcher House, Roanoke...and the cursed Mary Celeste. But, like...make it unhinged. Anonymous letters that ruin lives. A TV hijacker with a creepy rubber face. A house that watches you. A colony that vanishes. A ghost ship that drips in "nope." Throw in some conspiracy theories, bad decisions, and meme-worthy reactions, and you've got yourself another chaotic collection of cursed tales and internet irreverence. If you like your mystery with a dash of mayhem and a side of snark, this book is for you!
DeLeon’s mix of (light) horror and storytelling through memes was so good in the first volume that I didn’t even think before shelling out some cash for this next one. This should make for a very pleasant afternoon.
Oliviaby Ian Falconer
It's everyone's favorite pig...it's OLIVIA! Join Olivia as she... -dresses up -sings songs -builds sand castles -naps (maybe) -dances -paints on walls -and—whew!— ...finally goes to sleep at last.
I’m working my way through Slate’s “25 Greatest Picture Books of the Past 25 Years,” and this is the first on the list. I have seen the cover a handful of times, so I’m not unfamiliar with it.
The Man Who Walked Between the Towersby Mordicai Gerstein
In 1974, French aerialist Philippe Petit threw a tightrope between the two towers of the World Trade Center and spent an hour walking, dancing, and performing high-wire tricks a quarter mile in the sky. This picture book captures the poetry and magic of the event with a poetry of its own: lyrical words and lovely paintings that present the detail, daring, and--in two dramatic foldout spreads-- the vertiginous drama of Petit's feat.
This is the second from Slate’s list. I’m curious how they manage to make this appealing for kids without instigating a bunch of copy-cat accidents on playgrounds.
Through the Ashesby Irene Hill
He survived the fire—but the man he was didn’t. Ever since that night, former deputy and search and rescue expert Joe Higgins has cut himself off from the world, holed up on his Wyoming ranch with only nightmares and liquor for company. But when a young boy vanishes in the unforgiving mountains of Joe's backyard, Joe's old boss begs one last favor. Joe doesn’t want the job—but he’s the only one who can read the land well enough to find the kid before it’s too late. What starts as a routine search spirals into something far darker. This boy didn't just wander off. The treacherous mountains tell no lies. Guilty people tell no truths. If he fails again, there will be nothing left to save. To solve the case, Joe must confront not just the terrain, but his own demons. And the deeper he goes, the more he realizes, finding this boy might be his last shot at redemption—or the first step into a deeper hell.
I’ve talked to Irene Hill at a couple of local author events these last few months and am eager to see what she brings to the thriller genre–hopefully I dig it, because she’s got a few others ready to dive into.
All the Best Dogsby Emily Jenkins, illustrated by Manuel Preitano
For anyone who loves a dog--and anyone who loves a laugh, comes this sensitive (and silly!) story about growing up and mending fences. An enduring message of friends, community, and the joy of pets. Ask anyone who has a dog and they’ll tell you that their dog is the best. Really, truly, the best dog in the world. Theirs is the best dog that ever lived, ever, ever, in the history of the known universe. Welcome to the dog park! It’s a playground for dogs in the big city. Here, four sixth graders (and their dogs!) overlap on one hilarious and important June weekend. Ezra needs to find his lost dog. Cup-Cup needs a friend. (She also needs to learn to walk on a leash.) Mei-Alice wonders if anyone will ever understand her. Panda wonders what will happen if she breaks the rules. Kaleb is covering up a terrible mistake. Grover and Lottie are making lots of terrible mistakes. (Some of them are disgusting.) And Jilly needs to make a new life in a new place. On this almost-summer weekend, a series of surprises, mishaps, and misunderstandings will end up changing all of their lives.
I saw this cover in an advertisement on Bookshop.org and just had to look into it. And then once I read it, how could I not get my hands on it? There’s nothing about this that doesn’t scream “Get this, HC!!:
The Land of Sweet Forever: Stories and Essaysby Harper Lee
From one of America’s most beloved authors, a posthumous collection of newly discovered short stories and previously published essays and magazine pieces, offering a fresh perspective on the remarkable literary mind of Harper Lee. Harper Lee remains a landmark figure in the American canon – thanks to Scout, Jem, Atticus, and the other indelible characters in her Pulitzer-winning debut, To Kill a Mockingbird; as well as for the darker, late-’50s version of small-town Alabama that emerged in Go Set a Watchman, her only other novel, published in 2015 after its rediscovery. Less remembered, until now, however, is Harper Lee the dogged young writer, who crafted stories in hopes of magazine publication; Lee the lively New Yorker, Alabamian, and friend to Truman Capote; and the Lee who peppered the pages of McCall’s and Vogue with thoughtful essays in the latter part of the twentieth century. The Land of Sweet Forever combines Lee’s early short fiction and later nonfiction in a volume offering an unprecedented look at the development of her inimitable voice. Covering territory from the Alabama schoolyards of Lee’s youth to the luncheonettes and movie houses of midcentury Manhattan, The Land of Sweet Forever invites still-vital conversations about politics, equality, travel, love, fiction, art, the American South, and what it means to lead an engaged and creative life. This collection comes with an introduction by Casey Cep, Harper Lee’s appointed biographer, which provides illuminating background for our reading of these stories and connects them both to Lee’s life and to her two novels.
Yes, Go Set a Watchman has made me a little trigger shy about trying this. But…it’s worth a shot. If only so I can understand it a little more–and generally gain a little more insight into one of my favorite writers.
Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retoldby C.S. Lewis
This twist on an old story, is an exploration of love—between sisters, between friends, between teacher and pupil, between men and women. Till We Have Faces is retold through the eyes of Psyche’s oldest sister, Orual. Orual was born ugly and even though she’s a princess, she struggles with the death of her mother and the friction between her sisters. There are two lights in Orual’s life. One is her tutor, the Fox, a Greek slave captured through war. The other is her much younger sister Istra, later nicknamed Psyche, born from Orual’s father’s second marriage. Istra is beautiful and sweet and good but far from being jealous of her, Orual loves her as a daughter. When the priest of Ungit says that Psyche’s great beauty is an insult to the goddess and she must be sacrificed, Orual fights to prevent this. When Orual expects to find her sister dead, she finds her well and thriving. But, why can’t Orual see what everyone else sees? Blinded by her jealous love, Orual castes blame on the duplicity of gods. What is the truth? What is real? Lewis’s novel is a brilliant examination of envy, loss, betrayal, blame, grief, guilt, and conversion. Why must holy places be dark places? Lewis reminds us of our own fallibility and the role of a higher power in our lives. “Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.”
This is supposed to be Lewis’ greatest work. So I’m sure there’s a really good explanation for the fact that I’ve never read it–I’ve only been reading Lewis for a measly 36 years or so.
Banners of Wrathby Michael Michel
War has come... To book three in the Dreams of Dust and Steel series. Murder, betrayal, high-stakes, and sorrow and all that good stuff continued here.
Until Michel finishes the Dreams of Dust and Steel, I’m going to be rushing to get to the next thing available. I doubt I’ll finish this before the end of the month, but I’ll hopefully start it.
Remington Platypusby Steven Nash
Remington Platypus is many things: badger, detective, Platypus by name, but not by nature. When a grotesque body turns up in the city, a fusion of multiple species, Frankensteined together into something that should never have existed. He knows he can’t look the other way. Someone is making monsters. His boss wants him to walk away. The Murder wants him gone. Their syndicate of crows controls half of the city. In the shadows, the Rev, their enigmatic raven leader, watches. Silent. Patient. And far too powerful. Remington has never been good at playing it safe. But when nothing adds up, and no one is who they seem, who do you trust? In a city of fur, feathers, and fangs, where predators set the rules and prey vanish without a trace, Remington is about to learn that some monsters aren’t born, they’re made.
Raven Crime Reads raved about this on their blog, and repeatedly on their social media accounts. The strength of this made me succumb. This should be fun.
Troubled Deepby Rob Parker
Nobody ever knew what happened to the Brindleys. One summer they were there - flashy, loud and beautiful - and then they were gone. A mother, father and two children, vanished into the East Anglian night. Some said the family never made it home from the party; their speeding car thrown off the tracks and the four of them silently buried in the marshes. Others said they had simply moved on. For thirty years, the case remained as cold as the freezing waterways of the Norfolk broads. Until Cam Killick found the car. An ex-marine and ex-SBS officer, Cam Killick's PTSD has made the return to civilian life a living nightmare. The only place he can find peace is underwater, where the world is muffled to white noise. As a cold case diver it is his job to scour the waterways of the country for the lost, the submerged, the drowned, laying their stories to rest alongside them. Except when Cam throws open the doors to the Brindley car, all four bodies are missing. And Cam will soon learn that some secrets, once submerged, are better off staying that way.
The fact that I didn’t make time for this one last year has been a bur under my saddle for months–I see it every time I look at my physical TBR shelves, taunting me. It’s beyond time to get this read.
She Who Became the Sunby Shelley Parker-Chan
She Who Became the Sun reimagines the rise to power of the Ming Dynasty’s founding emperor. To possess the Mandate of Heaven, the female monk Zhu will do anything “I refuse to be nothing…” In a famine-stricken village on a dusty yellow plain, two children are given two fates. A boy, greatness. A girl, nothingness… In 1345, China lies under harsh Mongol rule. For the starving peasants of the Central Plains, greatness is something found only in stories. When the Zhu family’s eighth-born son, Zhu Chongba, is given a fate of greatness, everyone is mystified as to how it will come to pass. The fate of nothingness received by the family’s clever and capable second daughter, on the other hand, is only as expected. When a bandit attack orphans the two children, though, it is Zhu Chongba who succumbs to despair and dies. Desperate to escape her own fated death, the girl uses her brother's identity to enter a monastery as a young male novice. There, propelled by her burning desire to survive, Zhu learns she is capable of doing whatever it takes, no matter how callous, to stay hidden from her fate. After her sanctuary is destroyed for supporting the rebellion against Mongol rule, Zhu takes the chance to claim another future altogether: her brother's abandoned greatness.
This is the selection for my Fantasy Book club, I know nothing about it, but it looks promising.
Litby Tim Sandlin
In a small town in the woods of northwest Wyoming, Kasey Cobb lives alone in a cabin, runs a drive-through coffee kiosk, and hangs out at the library, reading the classics. He's the least-likely guy to become the center of a culture clash... and death. Yet that's what happens when he strays past a book-bonfire, ignited by a pastor and his hapless followers, and inadvertently rescues a self-important (drunk) author from being burned with his obscure novel. From that moment on, Kasey's life becomes a whirlwind that sweeps up a laconic lawman, a pissed off grizzly bear, a relentless podcaster, a sensuous librarian obsessed with death, a fierce female rancher and, most troublesome of all, a devious murderer. And yet, amidst the chaos, Kasey chases another shot at a lasting love, even if it might kill him.
I saw something about Lit a few weeks before it was released, and I’ve been champing at the bit to get at it since.
Children of Timeby Adrian Tchaikovsky
The last remnants of the human race left a dying Earth, desperate to find a new home among the stars. Following in the footsteps of their ancestors, they discover the greatest treasure of the past age -- a world terraformed and prepared for human life. But all is not right in this new Eden. In the long years since the planet was abandoned, the work of its architects has borne disastrous fruit. The planet is not waiting for them, pristine and unoccupied. New masters have turned it from a refuge into mankind's worst nightmare. Now two civilizations are on a collision course, both testing the boundaries of what they will do to survive. As the fate of humanity hangs in the balance, who are the true heirs of this new Earth?
I read my first book by Tchaikovsky last year–a fantasy novel–and have been wondering why I ignored so many people who encouraged me to read him ages ago. Looking forward to seeing how he handles SF.
The Final Scoreby Don Winslow
The trademark literary style, trenchant wit, and incisive characterization that have made Don Winslow a repeat New York Times bestselling author and “America’s greatest living crime writer” (Providence Journal)are on brilliant display in this new book sure to delight Winslow’s most devoted fans and first-time readers. The multi-million-dollar casino heist is impossible—it can’t be done. That’s what makes it irresistible to a legendary robber facing the rest of his life in prison for his “Final Score.” An ambitious, hard-working college-bound teenager has a side job delivering illegal booze to “The Sunday List” until a crooked cop, a seductive customer, and a fake guru threaten to end his dreams. Two wise guys tell each other a “True Story” over breakfast at a diner. It’s all bullshit and laughs until someone else has to pick up the check. An otherwise honest patrolman has to make an excruciating choice between his loyalty to the job and his love for a ne’er-do-well cousin in “The North Wing.” The entitled, substance-addicted movie star that surfer/PI Boone Daniels and his crew are hired to babysit in “The Lunch Break” is a problem. She also has a problem—someone wants her dead. Finally, the one terrible, momentary mistake that a devoted family man makes sends him to prison and on a “Collision” course between the man he wants to be and the killer he’s forced to become to survive. The Final Score is a propulsive, perceptive, and deeply immersive book of crime writing — the ultimate testament to Don Winslow's prowess as a living legend of the genre.
Winslow’s deciding he was done with retirement is great (if somewhat expected) news. Can’t wait to get my hands on this. I’d say that without a Dawn Patrol story. But with one? I’m jonesing for it already.
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The Magician’s Nephewby C. S. Lewis , illustrated by Pauline Baynes
DETAILS: Series: The Chronicles of Narnia, #6 Publication Date: June 25, 1994 Format: Paperback Length: 202 pg. Read Date: December 19-20, 2025

If you need to know what this book is about, or anything about this series…seriously, just stop what you’re doing and pick up this book. I don’t mean to be a snob, or maybe I do, but something was missing from your childhood, and now is your time to fix it. I realize that there are many legitimate reasons for people not to have read this (more than some of the earlier), and I’m not questioning the choices you or your parents made (actually, I guess I am). But I’m not going to try to talk about this book like I do most others.
If only because everything worth saying has been said by other, better, writers. Probably several times.
I’ve also read this too many times to count as a child—even through my college years, and at least once a decade since. I’ll probably pick up the pace of re-reading them so I can talk to the grandcritters about them, too.
But I feel the need to say something now, so here are a few things that jumped out at me during this read:

“The Wood between the Worlds,” said Polly dreamily. “It sounds rather nice.”
I wholeheartedly agree, Polly. And I do wish you two had taken the opportunity to dip in and out of a few more before you stumbled into the worst pool possible.
Ugh. I hate reading things like this:
And you could see at once, not only from her crown and robes, but fro mthe flash of her eyes and the curve of her lips, that she was a great queen.
Yes, please, Mr. Lewis–let’s focus on the surface appearance. Greatness of appearance=greatness of person. No matter how the adjective “great” is meant here–since when does this work out? He very easily could’ve thrown in some remark that this is how Pool and Diggory thought, but that it obviously was a wrong way to think–he makes that sort of comment all over the place.
Oooh, a growing lamp-post. Now that is interesting and strange. And if you read this in Chronological order, you really won’t care much (or will want to see a lot more of it). But if you read them in the publication order, you get to that point and say, “ahhhhh. That’s cool,” feel a warm glow of recognition/satisfaction, and move on. This is the only time I’m going to say anything about the reading order in this series. But I could go on.
Watching the animals crawl out of the land as they’re created–very cool. Some clever writing, and the best part of this book. Sadly, it’s pretty short.
The bit where the Talking Beasts are trying to figure out just what Uncle Andrew is (animal–but not talking one like them, a tree maybe?) is pretty funny and good engagement.
Where Jadis tempts Diggory with the apple (a bit heavy-handed on the symbolism) is just fantastic. A better bit of temptation than we got with Edward succumbing.
The whole thing with the garden and the apples, the Tree of Protection, etc., feels…I dunno. Sort of crammed in other than the temptation bit. It just left me feeling “meh”–particularly the little quest that Aslan sent Diggory on to get there. I even checked Paul F. Ford’s Companion to Narnia (yes, I am the sort of nerd that has books like that sitting on my shelves), and it was less than helpful on this point.
The book as a whole feels like Lewis is trying to augment the mythology he’s already created for Narnia, fill it out some (how is this the first we’re hearing of former Sons of Adam/Daughters of Eve as rulers??), so he can bring it all home in an epic conclusion. Even if the augment doesn’t make much sense, largely falls flat (in my eyes), and doesn’t do much other than establish a framing device of sorts to get us to The Last Battle. But other than giving us Diggory and Pool, I’m unconvinced that this does anything for the series and is almost entirely skippable.
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Programming Note: As is my custom, next week I’ll be looking back over the year that was—but I’ll try to come up with some new material, too. Many/most others have already done their best-of/year-end wrap-up posts, but I’m a stickler—I can’t start doing this kind of thing ’til the year is over. My brain doesn’t allow me to work that way (I just hate projecting things in general—and some years ago when I just read irresponsibly but hadn’t adopted the name, the last novel of the year was so far beyond the rest that I can’t start looking back until 12/31 at the earliest). I’m not sure at this point, but I bet there’ll be something read in the last 10 days that makes this year’s lists, one more vote for me doing this in my own time.
As we kick off 2026, I wanted to take a glance back at 2025—286 books finished—which is one of my better totals (Goodreads has it smaller, but I know there are a few titles I couldn’t get added there). Given all the Life Stuff™ in my life this year, I was shooting for 240 or so. I will not complain a bit over that. I stopped counting pages mid-year, and got really inconsistent in rating things by stars (and anticipate doing so more in the year to come). So, I can’t compare things this year.
On the blog front, I put up 514 posts—a drop of 59 from last year, that bothers me a bit. I had another year of solid gains in traffic—views and visitors—I’m not big-time (never going to be), but those numbers consistently weird me out (which is why I only look every 6-12 months). My follower count (here and on social media sites) is encouraging and humbling, I really feel like I ought to do more to earn them. Maybe there’s a book on how to be more interesting as a person that I should grab.
I got too caught up in other stuff and abandoned my monthly Highlights: Lines Worth Repeating series (it’ll be back soon), as well as my monthly wrap-ups (they’ll be back soon, in a different format). Oddly, I changed up my tracking spreadsheet this year to make it easier to produce those posts, but they made everything else worse. I’ve hopefully taken the right lessons from that. But on the positive side, my Literary Locals series slowed a bit, but it’s still chugging along. Grandpappy’s Corner, slowed a bit–the Grandcritter is coming around to letting me read to him, and the Littler Critter likes it when I do–so I have hopes for that series. My contribution to Self-Published Author Appreciation Week, Spreading the Self-Pub Love, ended up taking more effort than I thought, but the results were worth it. The YouTube channel hasn’t quite taken off as I hoped, but I had fun doing what I’ve done, and have some ideas to keep at it (and those who’ve given me feedback has been positive, so, that’s all good for me)
As is my habit, here’s my breakdown of books by genre—I read a few more hybrids this year (of course), but I stuck with the overarching genre, as is my practice. The percentages changed more than I was prepared for—I knew/assumed that my Mystery/Thriller reading had taken a dive—I didn’t figure it’d be that steep. The growth in Fantasy and SF makes sense, but I didn’t expect it to be that noticeable. Children’s books staying flat is what I assumed–I tend to only count the ones I read by my choice (not the Grandcritter’s) and that I’m going to write up—and I did less of that than I expected to in 2025. I’m going to force that number to go up this year.
| Genre | 2025 | 2024 | 2023 | 2022 | 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2012-18 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Children’s | 9 (3%) | 9 (3%) | 25 (8%) | 5 (2%) | 2 (1%) | 5 (2%) | 7 (3%) | 11 (4%) |
| Fantasy | 49 (17%) | 41 (17%) | 34 (11%) | 32 (10%) | 20 (7%) | 35 (13%) | 28 (10%) | 30 (11%) |
| General Fiction/ Literature | 29 (10%) | 27 (11%) | 26 (9%) | 24 (8%) | 22 (7%) | 16 (7%) | 21 (8%) | 22 (8%) |
| Mystery/ Suspense/ Thriller | 54 (19%) | 90 (30%) | 114 (37%) | 117 (38%) | 90 (34%) | 105 (38%) | 107 (38%) | 532 (35%) |
| Non-Fiction | 38 (13%) | 22 (9%) | 22 (7%) | 29 (9%) | 22 (7%) | 28 (10%) | 25 (9%) | 22 (8%) |
| Science Fiction | 36 (13%) | 10 (23%) | 34 (11%) | 28 (9%) | 20 (7%) | 20 (8%) | 30 (11%) | 25 (9%) |
| Theology/ Christian Living | 35 (12%) | 31 (13%) | 30 (10%) | 45 (15%) | 38 (13%) | 23 (8%) | 34 (12%) | 25 (9%) |
| Urban Fantasy | 29 (10%) | 32 (13%) | 33 (11%) | 34 (11%) | 49 (16%) | 42 (16%) | 25 (9%) | 29 (10%) |
| “Other” (Horror/ Humor/ Steampunk/ Western) |
6 (2%) | 8 (3%) | 9 (3%) | 2 (1%) | 12 (4%) | 4 (2%) | 6 (2%) | 7 (3%) |
Here’s a few more stats I typically share. I find them interesting, and maybe you will, too. I really need to make better use of StoryGraph, if only because I like the look of their charts.
That’s a 6% uptick in re-reads. Last year, I’d predicted a big jump. I’m not sure that qualifies, but it’s good enough. 
Borrowed, Author-submitted copies, and ARCs went down, everything else ticked up. I’m not sure I like that trend–but I can live with it.
Paperbacks and eBooks went up, Hardcovers went down accordingly–and Audiobooks dipped a bit (I’d expected worse).
Enough about me. Now we get to my favorite part—I want to talk about you, who keep me going and show an interest in what I’m doing here, and give some thanks to people for their impact on The Irresponsible Reader (the blog and the person) in 2025:
Have a great 2026, and I hope you find plenty of good things to read!
Well, that Man Flu I mentioned Saturday really wiped me out–to the extent that reading 20 pages in a day was a victory. I honestly didn’t think I was capable of sleeping as much as I have this week without sedation. So, my schedule for the week has been tossed (everything in the what do you think you’ll read next answer should’ve been finished no later than tonight). Whoops.
Oh well, I’m on the mend and the worst part of having books unread for 2025 is that I know where I’ll start for 2026.
This meme was formerly hosted by MizB at A Daily Rhythm and revived on Taking on a World of Words—and shown to me by Aurore-Anne-Chehoke at Diary-of-a-black-city-girl.
The Three Ws are:
What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?
Seems easy enough, right? Let’s take a peek at this week’s answers:
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| Through the Corner of Circles by Meg Ashley |
Son of a Liche by J. Zachary Pike, read by Doug Tisdale Jr. |
Ashley’s book is really good–I’m not convinced at 2/3-ish of the way through that I understand where the book is going. I’m fine with that–I’m pretty sure that the author does.
I didn’t make much progress on Son of a Liche since last week, still really digging it (even if some plot developments have not be enjoyable).
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| More Grammar Sex: Essays About Life and Stuff | Cold Days by Jim Butcher, read by James Marsters |
Germaux’s second collection of essays “about Life and Stuff” is just entertaining as his first. It was a good collection to dip in and out of during the hubbub surrounding Dec. 25.
Cold Days is still the most recent audiobook that I’ve listened to. Still a lot of fun.
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| Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis |
Dear Committee Members by Julie Schumacher, read by Robertson Dean |
I’d planned on ending the year with this book, a nice bookend to starting it with A Pilgrim’s Regress. Thanks to this stupid flu, I’ll be starting the year with it. Oh well, it was a nice thought.
Might as well start the New Year with a quick read, right?
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