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Opening Lines: Seveneves by Neal Stephenson

Head & Shoulders used to tell us that, “You never get a second chance to make a first impression.” That’s true for wearing dark shirts, and it’s especially true for books. Sometimes the characters will hook the reader, sometimes the premise, sometimes it’s just knowing the author—but nothing beats a great opening for getting a reader to commit.

The moon blew up without warning and for no apparent reason. It was waxing, only one day short of full. The time was 05:03:12 UTC. Later it would be designated A+0.0.0, or simply Zero.

An amateur astronomer in Utah was the first person on Earth to realize that something unusual was happening. Moments earlier, he had noticed a blur flourishing in the vicinity of the Reiner Gamma formation, near the moon’s equator. He assumed it was a dust cloud thrown up by a meteor strike. He pulled out his phone and blogged the event, moving his stiff thumbs (for he was high on a mountain and the air was as cold as it was clear) as fast as he could to secure the claim to himself. Other astronomers would soon be pointing their telescopes at the same dust cloud—might be doing it already! But—supposing he could move his thumbs fast enough—he would be the first to point it out. The fame would be his; if the meteorite left behind a visible crater, perhaps it would even bear his name.

His name was forgotten. By the time he had gotten his phone out of his pocket, his crater no longer existed. Nor did the moon.

When he pocketed his phone and put his eye back to the eyepiece of his telescope, he let out a curse, since all he saw was a tawny blur. He must have knocked the telescope out of focus. He began to twiddle the focus knob. This didn’t help.

Finally he pulled back from the telescope and looked with his naked eyes at the place where the moon was supposed to be. In that moment he ceased to be a scientist, with privileged information, and became no different from millions of other people around the Americas, gaping in awe and astonishment at the most extraordinary thing that humans had ever seen in the sky.

from Seveneves by Neal Stephenson

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Counting My Literary Chickens Before They Hatch: My October TBR

October's TBR: Counting My Literary Chickens Before They Hatch next to a drawing of a stack of booksI started the day looking back at September, here’s a glance at October. I overshot last month (as I knew), I think this is more realistic. I’ve reached the point in the year where I have to focus on my reading challenges if I’m going to finish them–although I’ve done a decent job with them by just reading.

I’ve also tacked on some “bonus” goals–books I’d hoped to earlier this year and didn’t get to. Now I’m hoping to get to them before December ends. We’ll see if I can squeeze any of them in during October.

Cover of The Martians by David BaronThe Martians: The True Story of an Alien Craze That Captured Turn-Of-The-Century America

by David Baron

"There is Life on the Planet Mars" --New York Times, December 9, 1906

This New York Times headline was no joke.

In the early 1900s, many Americans actually believed we had discovered intelligent life on Mars, as best-selling science writer David Baron chronicles in The Martians, his truly bizarre tale of a nation swept up in Mars mania.

At the center of Baron's historical drama is Percival Lowell, the Boston Brahmin and Harvard scion, who observed "canals" etched into the surface of Mars. Lowell devised a grand theory that the red planet was home to a utopian society that had built gargantuan ditches to funnel precious meltwater from the polar icecaps to desert farms and oasis cities. The public fell in love with the ambitious amateur astronomer who shared his findings in speeches and wildly popular books.

While at first people treated the Martians whimsically--Martians headlining Broadway shows, biologists speculating whether they were winged or gilled--the discussion quickly became serious. Inventor Nikola Tesla announced he had received radio signals from Mars; Alexander Graham Bell agreed there was "no escape from the conviction" that intelligent beings inhabited the planet. Martian excitement reached its zenith when Lowell financed an expedition to photograph Mars from Chile's Atacama Desert, resulting in what newspapers hailed as proof of the Martian canals' existence.

Triumph quickly yielded to tragedy. Those wild claims and highly speculative photographs emboldened Lowell's critics, whose withering attacks gathered steam and eventually wrecked the man and his theory--but not the fervor he had started. Although Lowell would die discredited and delusional in 1916, the Mars frenzy spurred a nascent literary genre called science fiction, and the world's sense of its place in the universe would never be the same.

Today, the red planet maintains its grip on the public's imagination. Many see Mars as civilization's destiny--the first step toward our becoming an interplanetary species--but, as David Baron demonstrates, this tendency to project our hopes onto the world next door is hardly new. The Martians is a scintillating and necessary reminder that while we look to Mars for answers, what we often find are mirrors of ourselves.
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I stumbled onto this on the bookstore shelf a couple of months ago and was sucked in by the concept. I think I’ve found the time for it, too.


Cover of The Key to a Killer by Olivia BlackeThe Key to a Killer

by Olivia Blacke

When Ruby Young discovered that her Boston apartment was haunted, she did what any reasonable person would do: befriend the ghost. Their relationship overcame a shaky start—Cordelia Graves never wanted a roommate in life, she certainly didn’t want one in death. After working together to solve a few murders, the two are close friends, but there’s a lingering question neither of them have been able to answer: what led to Cordelia’s death?

Lately things have been adding up that suggest foul play. And when Cordelia’s memories of that day start to come back, the roommates can’t ignore it anymore: Cordelia was murdered. Ruby and Cordelia are going to have to piece together what Cordelia’s final days looked like—otherwise a killer could go free.
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I’ve read the last 5 books by Blacke–including the first two in this series. I want to keep that streak alive, and I want to learn who murdered Cordelia.


Cover of Runaway Lyrics by C.O. BonhamRunaway Lyrics

by C.O. Bonham

What each sister has she must share with the other . . .

Snow loves music. She has spent her entire life learning new instruments and memorizing new pieces, only to while away her life in a country manor with only her mother and twin sister as company. If only she could get out on her own and play in front of a real audience.

Rose loves magic. The things she can do with music would amaze her twin sister, but whenever she shows her, Snow quickly forgets as if the event had never happened. If only Rose could get out on her own and work some real magic.

When an airship crashes near their home, Snow’s magical abilities awaken. Together the sisters must learn to use their magic, rescue a pair of cursed princes, and discover their own secrets.

Discover the magic of music in this retelling of Snow White and Rose Red.

I grabbed this last year from one of the Narratess Indie sales, and it’s time to get it crossed off the list.


Cover of Charmed Beast by M.K. FelixCharmed Beast

by M.K. Felix

A cursed princess. An anxious duke. A courtship to conquer the darkness.

Adara

I didn’t think accepting the present intended for my betrothed would be a problem until I got cursed with fangs and claws. Now a rage-inducing darkness has snuffed out my light magic, and I avoid society to maintain my relationships and keep everyone safe from my anger. But what’s not safe? My heart after stumbling upon my brother’s best friend fishing in the woods.

Evander

Two years ago my father died, and I’ve been drowning in grief ever since—unable to work up the courage to fight for the right to inherit the duchy. But my malicious uncle and annoying cousins are running the estate into the ground. It takes everything in me to keep us afloat. The horses I can magically connect with have been my only solace… until I meet the cursed princess in the woods. Now there’s something—or someone—worth fighting for.

Charmed Beast is a Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast retelling that’s been gender-flipped and combined. This clean fantasy romance is for readers who want a story focused on a person’s inner beauty and worth, the strength that comes from vulnerability, and what it means to sacrifice for those we love.

This clean fantasy romance, with only kisses, minimal violence, and uplifting themes is a story both teenagers and adults can enjoy.

The first in this series was a lot of fun, I expect this will be, too. Also, I’d like to have this done before I run into Felix at an author event next month.


Cover of Eating Salad Drunk edited by Gabe HenryEating Salad Drunk: Haikus for the Burnout Age by Comedy Greats

edited by Gabe Henry

In Eating Salad Drunk, comedy's biggest names come together to deliver succinct, hard-hitting humor in the form of haikus. Tackling topics from modern romance and screentime to self-love and loathing, these poignant and sometimes dirty poems offer a fresh perspective on coping in our "burnout age."

Contributors include Jerry Seinfeld, Michael Ian Black, Aubrey Plaza, Margaret Cho, Maria Bamford, Ray Romano, Aparna Nancherla, Ziwe Fumudoh, Chris Gethard, Sasheer Zamata, Colin Mochrie, Zach Woods, and many more! Curated by Gabe Henry, manager of Brooklyn's popular Littlefield comedy venue, Eating Salad Drunk also features 50 relatable black and white drawings by New Yorker cartoonist Emily Flake and a foreword by comedian and actor Aparna Nancherla (Crashing, BoJack Horseman, Inside Amy Schumer).

Eating Salad Drunk is the perfect gift for any fan of humor seeking an escape from our dystopian present. All author proceeds go towards Comedy Gives Back, supporting mental health and crisis resources for comedians.
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I need to read a poetry collection for a challenge, and just don’t have the mental capacity for something more serious. Also, if you check out the list of contributors, you just have to dive in.


Cover of The Call of Karen by Denise Lynn LambertThe Call of Karen

by Denise Lynn Lambert

Cthulhu is on vacation!

After a nasty divorce, the Evil One decides a vacation on earth is in order, especially when he sees he is trending on social media. But an old adversary, Kansas Smith wants to find and steal his treasure. To make things more difficult, Gestalt, an emissary of the great old ones is after him.

But he meets a new friend!

Karen, a woman who is nearly as evil as Cthulhu himself comes to his rescue. And the more time he spends with her, the more he realizes--he might actually be enjoying himself? Could this be love? Surely not!

Treasure Awaits

To truly find out, Cthulhu will need to extend his vacation. but to do that he needs money, and the treasure he has hidden on an ancient battlefield will do nicely. But with Kansas and Gestalt right on his tail, and a public that recognizes him everywhere he goes, will he and Karen be able to get to it and get away before they are caught?

From Off-Target to Lenny's, the adventure and the laughs never stop. You'll love this Lovecraftian horror-comedy filled with action and adventure.
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This is the closest I could find for the BookTempter’s TBR Challenge’s October prompt. And hey, I might as well get this removed from the 2023 TBR Hill.


Cover of Upscaled by Joseph John LeeUpscaled

by Joseph John Lee

It begins and ends, as things do, with a girl throwing a birthday party for a dragon. Or it would, if things were ever that simple.


Generations ago, the Inquisition of the Priory of the Thrice-Dead Prophet decided that dragons were a great evil and it was their duty to banish them from the land of Nóra. The dragons weren't (they just grew tired of the bother and migrated north), and the Inquisition didn't (they just pretended otherwise), but that's beside the point.


Though evidence of dragons still existed, it remained within the realm of smugglers, ne'er-do-wells, and people with too much time and money on their hands...until a hatching egg finds its way into the hands of a young girl named Ailís.


Now, with the first newborn dragon seen in generations in her company, Ailís finds herself beset by merchants, brigands, Inquisitors, and a greedy governor, and all she wants to do is throw a birthday party for her dragon.


And you thought planning a party for your kids was tough.
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Another Narratess Indie sale purchase to tackle.


Cover of Everything Happens So Much by Andrew H. Murray border=Everything Happens So Much

by Andrew H. Murray

Esme just wanted a bit of escapism. And now reality itself has gone wrong--an electrifying adventure for fans of The Midnight Library and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. 

Esme Good is an unremarkable young woman working a dead-end job in an unremarkable city. Her only escape is The Elsewheres: tiny potions that allow you to disappear for fifteen minutes into alternate versions of yourself. Sadly, these only confirm her suspicion that she is, in a cosmic sense, living her worst life.

Then, after a workplace incident that could have happened to anyone, Esme unintentionally becomes the most important person in this--or perhaps any--universe. We don't have time to get into exactly why this is, but to remedy it, Esme must find an uncharted land and fulfill a prophecy that has been on hold since the dawn of time.

She has spent her whole life trying not to become a main character. Now, a lot of things are about to happen to her: in fact, everything, and so much.
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This description grabbed me, I’m really curious to see how the book pulls it off.


Cover of The Young Necromancer's Guide to Ghosts by Vanessa Ricci-ThodeThe Young Necromancer’s Guide to Ghosts

by Vanessa Ricci-Thode

Lusi is a perfectly normal 12-year-old wizard except for the part where she can talk to ghosts. But everyone knows ghosts aren't real, so at best they think Lusi is lying and at worst that she's lost her mind. Her big sister Marsi is the only one who believes her, but Marsi is running away to escape Uncle's terrible plan to make her marry his creepy nephew. Lusi can't imagine being separated from her sister and leaves behind the rest of their family to flee with Marsi via merchant caravan to the Wizards Guild for help. All their plans are dashed to pieces when Uncle catches up to them in a matter of days.

Uncle's connections to powerful wizards make him far more dangerous than Lusi initially realized. But Lusi isn't crazy or a freak for talking to ghosts: she's a necromancer! Marsi is worried-they've always been told that necromancers are monsters. Lusi needs to learn more to set both their minds at ease. She must enlist the help of a ghost girl, a dragon, and a strange wizard from the other side of the world if she wants to control her unusual talents and keep her family safe.
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Ricci-Thode sold me on this last year. It’s been gathering too much e-dust.


Cover of Small Gods by Terry PratchettSmall Gods

by Terry Pratchett

Religion is a competitive business in the Discworld. Everyone has their own opinion and their own gods of every shape and size—all fighting for faith, followers, and a place at the top. So when the great god Om accidentally manifests as a lowly tortoise, stripped of all divine power, it’s clear he’s become less important than he realized.

Om needs an acolyte and fast. Enter Brutha, the Chosen One—or at least the only One available. He’s a simple lad whose highest ambition is tending his melon patch—until he hears the voice of a god calling his name. A small god for sure. But bossy as Hell.

Brutha wants peace, justice, and love—but that’s hard to achieve in a world where religion means power, money is worshipped, and corruption reigns supreme. . . .
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I’d planned on finishing the Night Watch series before trying something else in Discworld, but this is the Fantasy Book Club pick for the month, so I guess I’m changing my plans.


Cover of ¡Vamos! Let’s Go to the Market by Raúl the Third¡Vamos! Let’s Go to the Market

by Raúl the Third and Elaine Bay

Bilingual in a new way, this colorful adventure teaches readers simple words in Spanish as they experience the bustling life of a border town. Follow Little Lobo and his dog Bernabe as they deliver supplies to a variety of vendors, selling everything from sweets to sombreros, portraits to piñatas, carved masks to comic books!
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I’m in the home stretch of the 25 Greatest Picture Books of the Past 25 Years list–this is the next to tackle. I also did the idea behind it.


Cover of Castaway Cays by Amy Maren RiceCastaway Cays: Curse of the Sea Serpent

by Amy Maren Rice

Aliens are running amok in the backwoods of Idaho, Grandpa Slater is trapped in another dimension, and the crazed sea serpent of Castaway Cays-Dragula the Dreaded-has stolen something the Slater family desperately needs.

With the evil Others closing in, Jasper and Milo Slater must team up with their furry Fuzzwigg companions to survive magical portals, battle mutant sea creatures, outsmart snarky blue alien pirates, and uncover the next hidden piece of the Talisman of the Trees.

But as danger grows and family secrets unravel, the brothers quickly discover that saving their grandfather-and possibly the world itself-may require more courage than either of them imagined.

Adventure, humor, magic, and unforgettable creatures collide in this thrilling new Fuzzwiggs fantasy adventure.
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Last week, I finally saw Rice for the first time since the book came out, so I could pick this up. I’m eager to see where she takes the series.


Cover of Elf Unwrapped by Andy RichterElf Unwrapped: Behind the Scenes of a Modern Christmas Classic

by Andy Richter with Aaron Karo

Ever since Elf hit theaters, audiences around the world have fallen in love with the story of Buddy, the charming (and oversized) “elf ” with a heart of gold. But what most people don’t know is that when the screenplay first hit Hollywood, no studio was willing to touch it. How, then, did such a risky gamble turn into one of the most beloved Christmas classics of all time?

In this laugh-out-loud oral history, comedian and costar Andy Richter goes on a mission to find out by reconnecting with the very people who brought this magical vision to life. Through exclusive interviews, hilarious anecdotes, and heartfelt reflections with key players like Will Ferrell, Zooey Deschanel, director Jon Favreau, and many others, Andy ultimately unwraps the story of how a quirky holiday film about a human raised by elves became such an enduring cultural phenomenon.

Packed with never-before-seen photos, behind-the-scenes secrets, a foreword by Buddy himself (aka Will Ferrell), and a sprinkle of festive fun, this book is the perfect gift for anyone who believes in the magic of Christmas—and knows that the best way to spread holiday cheer is by singing loud for all to hear.
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Ohhhh, I’m going to be so annoying to watch this movie with this December.


Cover of Paper Murder by Ian RobinsonPaper Murder

by Ian Robinson

Three acquittals. Three executions. A killer the city’s calling a hero.

On a rain-lashed North London estate, a man is found shot through the head on his knees, hours after a jury let him walk. Two origami angels rest in his upturned palms, their heads dipped in red. No gun. No witnesses. No one on the estate willing to say a single word.

Then a second body turns up in the same posture. Then a third.

Nash and Moretti realise this isn’t a gangland hit. Every victim cheated justice in the same courtroom. Every victim was made to pay for it.

The press christen him the Angel of Mercy. The public start calling him a hero. And he isn’t finished.

Nash and Moretti aren’t the only ones hunting him. Some of the dead belong to a London crime family — and they mean to reach the killer first.

The Angel of Mercy believes he’s beyond the reach of any court.

And he hasn't delivered his final verdict.

I don’t like there being an Ian Robinson book in print that I haven’t read. Time to fix that.


Cover of Bark Humbug by David RosenfeltBark Humbug

by David Rosenfelt

This time, Andy is serious about retiring. Besides, he can't hear the sound of his phone ringing over the football game. But when the local newspaper asks him to participate in their Christmas spread of local celebrities and their dogs, he pauses the game and brings Tara along for the ride.

When the photographer comes to take pictures of him and the dogs, he instead opens the door to Sharon Lowery, who devised the newspaper story just to get Andy's attention and beg him for help. Her brother, Jon, is wanted for murder and is on the run. However, if Andy agrees to hear Jon out, he'll turn himself in with the hope that Andy will represent him and reunite him with his dog.

It's a dangerous situation, and between the media circus surrounding the murder and Jon's volatile position, Andy knows that when Jon is found, someone could get hurt. But Andy respects Sharon's dedication to her brother, and in an effort to keep Jon--and the public--safe, Andy agrees to talk to Jon. Andy decides to help Jon and slowly uncovers a web of conspiracies. Determined to keep Jon out of jail, Andy gathers the crew to investigate.

David Rosenfelt returns with Andy Carpenter's classic disdain for Christmas but love for dogs and justice.
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I started this yesterday, and it’s reliably interesting and entertaining. This time, in addition to the typical Christmas season is too long rant, we get Andy’s less-than-enthusiastic thoughts on Halloween.


Cover of Seveneves by Neal StephensonSeveneves

by Neal Stephenson

What would happen if the world were ending?

A catastrophic event renders the earth a ticking time bomb. In a feverish race against the inevitable, nations around the globe band together to devise an ambitious plan to ensure the survival of humanity far beyond our atmosphere, in a hastily built space ark.

But the complexities and unpredictability of human nature coupled with unforeseen challenges threaten the intrepid pioneers, turning their mission into a desperate survival story until only a handful of survivors remain . . .

Five thousand years later, their progeny—seven distinct races now three billion strong—embark on yet another audacious post-apocalyptic journey into the unknown . . . to an alien world utterly transformed by cataclysm and time: Earth.

A writer of dazzling genius and imaginative vision, Neal Stephenson combines science, philosophy, technology, psychology, and literature in a magnificent work of speculative fiction that offers a portrait of a future that is both extraordinary and eerily recognizable. As he did in Anathem, Cryptonomicon, the Baroque Cycle, and Reamde, Stephenson explores some of our biggest ideas and perplexing challenges in a breathtaking saga that is daring, engrossing, and altogether brilliant.
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I am so intimidated by this book–and have been since we were told it was coming up for the October Book Club meeting. I’m sure it’s going to be good–it’s Stephenson, for cryin’ out loud–I just find it daunting-looking.


Cover of Little Witch Hazel: A Year in the Forest by Phoebe WahlLittle Witch Hazel: A Year in the Forest

by Phoebe Wahl

Little Witch Hazel is a tiny witch who lives in the forest, helping creatures big and small. She's a midwife, an intrepid explorer, a hard worker and a kind friend.

In this four-season volume, Little Witch Hazel rescues an orphaned egg, goes sailing on a raft, solves the mystery of a haunted stump and makes house calls to fellow forest dwellers. But when Little Witch Hazel needs help herself, will she get it in time?

Little Witch Hazel is a beautiful ode to nature, friendship, wild things and the seasons that only Phoebe Wahl could create: an instant classic and a book that readers will pore over time and time again.
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My second pick from the 25 Greatest Picture Books of the Past 25 Years for the month.


Cover of The Confederacy Myth by Connor WilliamsThe Confederacy Myth: How an Insurrection of Slaveholders Tried to Destroy the United States

by Connor Williams

What can Americans learn about our divided country today from the Civil War that divided us in the past?

Connor Williams’s The Confederacy Myth answers that question with a blistering historical exposé that reframes our understanding of the Confederacy towards with what it really was - a relatively small insurrection of uncompromising fanatics that plunged the nation into its deadliest war.

In his new book, Williams reveals the truth about the Confederacy by unraveling its myths and uncovering its perilous political tactics, irate ideologies, reckless brand of warfare, impotent governance, and enduring commitment to slavery. Most importantly, Williams reminds us why the United States prevailed in the Civil War: five out of six Americans resisted the Confederate insurgency and instead put everything on the line to fight for democracy so that our Republic would have a new birth of freedom.

The Confederacy Myth is at once an eye-opening work of history as well as a timely reminder of our duties as citizens today.
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I’m a little over a third of the way through, and Williams has already taught me a lot more than I expected.


Didn’t read earlier this year, hopefully soon…

Cover of Suppression of Powers by JCM BerneSuppression of Powers

by JCM Berne

First entry in the SECOND ARC of the Hybrid Helix: Black Gold

Rohan doesn't want to be famous, to be rich, or to rule over the galaxy with an iron fist. All he wants is a peaceful life towing ships, a decent cup of coffee, and time to pursue the woman of his dreams.

First he'll have to tame or destroy a self-centered god, a sector-spanning evil empire, and a race of slumbering moon-sized vampiric cephalopods.

That will require new allies by his side and new tricks up the sleeves of his purple and yellow jumpsuit.

Allies like the il'Zkin, cat people who can't leave their homeworld, or the kaiju of Toth 3, monsters he can't control. Tricks like the mystical technique given to him by Spiral, his mentor, that seems completely incompatible with the Hybrid rage that has been his greatest strength.

When his friend Wei Li receives visitors from her own mysterious past, Rohan realizes they might hold the keys to helping him with several of those problems.

Those visitors seem to have other ideas.
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Reading Eyes of Empire this summer reminded me how much I love this series and renewed my desire to get caught up with it tout suite. So, here we go!


Cover of This Story Might Save Your Life by Tiffany CrumThis Story Might Save Your Life

by Tiffany Crum

Benny Abbott and Joy Moore host one of the most beloved podcasts in the world. Each week, they delight listeners with a different “against all odds” survival story, gleefully finding the weird, life-affirming humor in near-death experiences. Since their first episode on Joy’s experience with severe narcolepsy, they’ve been the best friends everyone wants to befriend—and thanks to the meticulous management of Joy’s husband, Xander, they’ve built a lucrative empire.

The problem is, their next survival story may be their own. When Benny arrives at Joy and Xander’s one morning to record, he finds shattered glass and an empty house. The one clue shedding light on the couple’s disappearance is the incomplete, previously unseen first draft of Joy’s memoir. Benny is desperate to find them, even when the police soon zero in on him as their prime suspect.

Millions of devoted listeners think they know the “real” Benny and Joy. But as the hours tick by, and the odds seem increasingly stacked against Joy and Xander being found alive, not even the most devoted fans could guess the terrible secrets their favorite famous BFFs have hidden from the world—and from each other.
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This is either going to be a blast, or something that leaves me cold. I’m pretty sure that it’s going to be just one or the other. Looking forward to finding out which (or if I’m wrong).


Cover of Winterset Hollow by Jonathan Edward DurhamWinterset Hollow

by Jonathan Edward Durham

Everyone has wanted their favorite book to be real, if only for a moment. Everyone has wished to meet their favorite characters, if only for a day. But be careful in that wish, for even a history laid in ink can be repaid in flesh and blood, and reality is far deadlier than fiction . . . especially on Addington Isle.

Eamon and his two closest friends, Caroline and Mark, journey to the place that inspired their favorite book, Winterset Hollow--a timeless tale about a tribe of animals preparing for their yearly end-of-summer festival. But after a series of shocking discoveries, they find that much of what the world believes to be fiction is actually fact, and that the truth behind their beloved story is darker and more dangerous than they ever imagined.

​It's Barley Day . . . and you're invited to the hunt. 
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I’m really not sure that this is my thing at all. But after appreciating Durham’s social media posts for a couple of years, I figured it was about time to read his fiction.


Cover of Only Way Out by Tod GoldbergOnly Way Out

by Tod Goldberg

Failed lawyer Robert Green has such a good plan: Crack three hundred safe-deposit boxes and sail off to South America with his brilliant, morally flexible sister, Penny. If it weren't for the damned freezing rain.

In the dying resort town of Granite Shores, cop Jack Biddle is self-appointed king--mostly of bad decisions. Between his family's crumbling legacy, a wife who just joined the city council, and life-threatening gambling debts, Jack's looking for a way out. Then he spots a van spinning off a mountain road into the valley below. In the wreckage, Jack finds a very dead Robert, millions in heisted loot...and opportunity.

All Jack has to do is clean up the mess, disappear Robert's body, make off with the fortune, and not get caught. One hitch is Penny. Another is Mitch Diamond, a wild card ex-con who knows more about the missing fortune than he lets on. Jack, Penny, and Mitch each have an endgame. But there's only one way out, and they're crashing headlong toward it.
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I haven’t read this Goldberg since his days of writing Burn Notice–and assume I’ve been missing out. This one looks like a great way to reacquaint myself with him.


Cover of Unpredictable Magic by Faith HunterUnpredictable Magic

by Faith Hunter

Angelina Everhart-Trueblood and her brother Evan run Everhart Investigations, a PI firm in Chattanooga that solves paranormal crimes committed by supernatural beings. When their new client wants help finding her friend, who supposedly disappeared during a reception at Angie’s aunt Jane’s winter residence, things get . . . complicated.

The client is not who she appears to be, and demons strike the city for the first time since the Witch War. On top of that, evidence is pointing toward the involvement of an overly ambitious vampire—who just happens to be Angie’s ex-husband.

As Angie and Evan team up with CPD, they will have to dig deep into their magical reserves—and rely on some friends in high places—to rid Chattanooga of the danger creeping into their city. 
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Like I said before, I really only needed “Angelina Everhart-Trueblood and her brother Evan run Everhart Investigations” to be sold on this. Angie and Evan as adults? I’m in.

Sure, the rest of the blurb sounds good, but it’s just extra icing on the cake.


Cover of Late Night Mars by Thomas TrangLate Night Mars

by Thomas Trang

Medina Rifkin, a director of cult crime films, is back from shooting his latest one out on the asteroids.

He lands on Mars as tensions run high, with the solar system on the brink of war between the Mars-based Federation and the Negara who run the asteroid belt. Rifkin’s life isn’t going that great either – his last few films have tanked, and he owes money to the wrong kind of people.

He’s also returned with a secret message from the Negara, which brings him into the orbit of a firebrand senator looking to reform Federal politics. Rifkin is soon caught between the different players all competing for power. Behind the glitz of film festivals and industry parties, dark forces are quietly taking shape.

This new world of espionage and clandestine meetings is like something from one of Rifkin’s films – but there’s no cameras rolling and the violence is very real.

I’d planned on getting this read back in August, I really want to dive back into this series.


Cover of The Dragon Has Some Complaints by John WiswellThe Dragon Has Some Complaints

by John Wiswell

Garrodigh was once a four-headed dragon, among the most powerful in Kardoša. After an unfortunate incident, he now has three heads, one stump, and a daily whirlwind of internal bickering. Centerhead wants to rain death upon all humanity, Bottomhead is like a feral cat, and Upperhead is under the delicate delusion that he is, in fact, human.

When a nearby battle goes awry, Garrodigh sneaks into an elite dragon rider academy, pretending to be tame to get free food and a warm bed. Lucky for him, rider Rania Charvátová is desperate enough for a dragon of her own that she overlooks his eccentricities.

As Garrodigh recovers under Rania’s care, all three heads start to turn, for the first time, in the same direction. Each wants to protect her from the invaders who killed their fourth head—the same invaders who seek to conquer Kardoša. When the academy comes under attack, can this wild dragon and his wilder rider save their homeland together?

This cozy fantasy intertwines epic battles with loving friendships, sharing an utterly unique perspective on what it means to be a “monster.” 
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A couple of bloggers I respect sang this book’s praises, and it looked like something I had to grab. Now I just need to find room to get ‘er read.


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Looking Back at September

I finished 26 titles (8 down from last month, but that was a really high month) last month. My writing wasn’t as productive as I’d hoped. But, it’s not as bad as it could’ve been. I also know that this is a hobby, and I really need to not think in terms of productivity (I don’t see that changing anytime soon, but at least I’m self-aware).

The Month in Reading
Sept Calendar
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TBR Piles

Audio E-book Physical Goodreads
Want-to-Read
NetGalley
Shelf/ARCs/Review Copies
End of
2025
4 89 112 192 11
1st of the
Month
5 100 133 209 10
Added 0 0 9 2 4
Read/
Listened
2 3 5 2 3
Current Total 3 97 137 209 11

My TBR Range
TBR Range Chart
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Breakdowns:
“Traditionally” Published: 20
Self-/Independent Published: 6

Genre This Month Year to Date
Children’s 2 (8%) 25 (10%)
Fantasy 10 (36%) 56 (23%)
General Fiction/ Literature 2 (8%) 21 (9%)
Mystery/ Suspense/ Thriller 3 (12%) 21 (51%)
Non-Fiction 3 (12%) 21 (9%)
Science Fiction 4 (15%) 27 (11%)
Theology/ Christian Living 1 (4%) 21 (9%)
Urban Fantasy 1 (4%) 15 (6%)
“Other” (Horror/ Humor/ Steampunk/ Western) 0 (0%) 3 (1%)

Review-ish Things Posted
Books of the Month

Other Recommended Reads

Other Things I Posted

Spotlights/Cover Reveals

Music Mondays

WWW Wednesdays

Saturday Miscellanies


Enough about me—how Was Your Month?


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WWW Wednesday—September 30, 2026

Okay, it’s the end of September and I’m still working on some of my “Summer 2026” reads. Uh-oh.

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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:

What are you currently reading?

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Fallen Star
by Lee Goldberg
The Confederacy Myth: How an Insurrection of Slaveholders Tried to Destroy the United States
by Connor Williams
The Jungle of Carabanana
by Kate McKinnon, read by Kate McKinnon & Emily Lynne

Fallen Star isn’t the best Eve Ronin novel, but it’s plenty of fun with some good twists.

So, I get done despairing for our future with Empire of AI, only to turn to despairing for our past with The Confederacy Myth. I’ve got to find a different kind of non-fiction to work through.

Okay, the third volume of The Millicent Quibb School of Etiquette for Young Ladies of Mad Science series is just as loony as its predecessors. The trilogy might end up in my all-time Children’s Fiction list (too soon to tell, I need to experience it another time or two)

What did you recently finish reading?

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Waiting for LeClerc
by Vern Smith
Morfran, Dark Lord Reformed
by S.B. West, read by Fred Berman

Smith’s latest was great (as I said last week).

West’s novel was entertaining enough–a very cozy vibe, but with enough violence and nation-conquering to keep it out of that category. But Berman’s narration sealed it for me. Just knocked it out of the park.

What do you think you’ll read next?

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Bark Humbug
by David Rosenfelt
The Legend of Uh
by Aaron N. Hall

It’s too early in the year for a Christmas-themed book for my taste. But Rosenfelt will help me get over that.

I’ve been wanting to try The Legend of Uh for quite a while–nice of my library to grab the audiobook so I can.

How’re you wrapping up the month?

WWW Wednesday—September 23, 2026

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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:

What are you currently reading?

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Dawn
by Octavia E. Butler
Empire of AI: Dreams and Nightmares in Sam Altman’s OpenAI
by Karen Hao
I Disagree: Winning Arguments Without Losing Friends
by Jessica Tarlov

Oh, my…Dawn is so good. I’m less than 50 pages from the end, and I have so many conflicting thoughts about the characters and events. These aliens are…freakishly alien. I’m going to be chewing on this for a long time.

Hao’s book is hard to grapple with–the amounts of money, computer power, and corporate moves are hard to take in. And the ethics behind everything? Boy howdy…

Tarlov’s book is okay. It’s what I should’ve expected, but not really what I was hoping it would be. I’ll explain more when I’m finished.

What did you recently finish reading?

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A Divided Duty
by Seanan McGuire
Dragonfired
by J. Zachary Pike, read by Doug Tisdale Jr.

I was hoping to have a post about A Divided Duty up today, but I needed more energy before tackling it. Short version: I loved it.

Dragonfried was hilarious and moving, when it wasn’t barely interesting. I’ll try to explain more on that soon–but that’s basically how I’ve reacted to all three books in Pike’s series.

What do you think you’ll read next?

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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
by Philip K. Dick
The Infinite Sadness of Small Appliances
by Glenn Dixon, read by Jennifer Jill Araya

I’m trying to purge my mind of every memory of Ridley Scott’s film (which is difficult)–or at least to shove them into a corner where I can ignore them, before I jump into this book.

I know I said Dixon’s novel was going to be my next one last week–but I wanted a quick Non-Fiction hit after some longer Fantasy audiobooks. I’ll dive in tomorrow.

What books are on your nightstand/side table/desk now?

WWW Wednesday—September 16, 2026

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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:

What are you currently reading?

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A Divided Duty
by Seanan McGuire
Dragonfired
by J. Zachary Pike, read by Doug Tisdale Jr.

I’m less than 10% into the Toby Daye ARC, and am thoroughly enjoying Toby and Tybalt as parents of a screaming baby. I do wonder how they’ll balance that with saving the day.

Pike’s third Dark Profit book is laying the groundwork for something fun, but I haven’t really gotten into this one yet.

What did you recently finish reading?

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The Cat Who Saved the Library
by Sosuke Natsukawa, translated by Louise Heal Kawai
Dead Inside
by Noelle Holten, read by Rachael Beresford

I was so much more impressed with the writing in The Cat Who Saved the Library than its predecessor, but I enjoyed the whimsy of The Cat Who Saved Books a bit more (there was still plenty in this one). So, so good.

I’d forgotten the details of the murder cases in Holten’s book–but remembered the personal life stuff. So it was fun to revisit this, still, a lot of the “personal life” material was so much worse than the murder cases.

What do you think you’ll read next?

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Dawn
by Octavia E. Butler
The Infinite Sadness of Small Appliances
by Glenn Dixon, read by Jennifer Jill Araya

I’m eager to start Dawn, but a little worried that Butler’s going to treat my emotions like a heavy bag in the gym.

I don’t see how I’m not going to enjoy The Infinite Sadness of Small Appliances and really hope Dixon doesn’t let me down.

How have your recent reads been treating you?

Highlights from August: Lines Worth Repeating

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This one seems a little longer than usual, but that says more about the month’s reading than it does my self-control.

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Detained by D. Esperanza and Gerardo Iván Morales

Ever since this morning, I’ve been thinking a lot about a story in the Biblia that Padre Juan talked about at church once in Naranjito. It’s about a man who gets beat up and thrown in a ditch by a gang, just like what happened to Damian. He’s hurt and lying in this ditch, and a priest walks past without helping him, because it’d be too much work or he’s afraid it’s a trap or he doesn’t want to get his clothes bloody or whatever. The man only gets saved when a buen Samaritano stops to help him. In a way, even though the priest didn’t do anything, he was just as bad, or almost as bad, as the gang that beat the man up. Padre Juan says the priest in the story was bad because he didn’t do anything. I thought it was interesting that Padre Juan told us about it, even though the bad person is a priest like him.

The point is, there are two ways you can hurt people. You can hurt a person actively, like by punching them or stealing from them or whatever. But you can also hurt a person passively, by refusing to give them help when they need it, or by pretending you don’t see them, or by acting like they don’t exist.

Since leaving Naranjito, there have been a few adults who have tried to hurt me actively—like the hombres del cartel who shot at us while we were riding La Bestia, or the pissed-off Migra guys who put me and my cousins in a refrigerator to freeze half to death. And all that was horrible, obviously. But in a way, when someone hurts you actively, the damage is mostly just physical. Back home, gangs are a fact of life, and even though I was always lucky—I was never directly targeted until the cartel chased me off La Bestia—there’s always a risk that someone will hurt you in an active way. But that doesn’t give me this horrible, whole-body feeling of worthlessness. In Naranjito, I never saw anyone get passively hurt. I’m sure some kids had parents and family who were bad to them, but in some ways, anyone’s kids were like everyone’s kids. If a kid was hungry, obviously it was their parents’ job to feed them, but if their parents were missing for some reason, the rest of the pueblo wouldn’t just let the kid starve to death.

Since crossing the border though, until breakfast this morning, I don’t think a single adult in los Estados Unidos would have cared if I’d starved. In los Estados Unidos, the passive pain has been the worst feeling of all. Passive pain is a little harder to explain than active pain, but I’ll try;

It hurts in a different way. The adults who have tried to actively hurt me aren’t as bad as all the adults who stand around, seeing what’s happening doing nothing. Looking bored. This has been everywhere since I got to el Norte. There have been a million examples: the woman behind the desk at oficina de la Migra who called Papa and filled out my registration on her computer before her buddies in green uniforms stuck me in a refrigerator. The bus drivers who shuttled me and a vehicle full of innocent kids from one kind of jail to another and never stopped to ask what we did to deserve this, why we weren’t in school, why we weren’t with our parents, why we were crying, why we were dirty, why my foot was oozing blood and pus and stinking up the entire bus like roadkill. The servers in the cafeteria who see this food is making us sick but won’t do anything about it, who won’t let us grab another box of Frosted Flakes. The worst of all are the tichers, these useless tichers who call us by our bed numbers, these grown-ups who speak fluent English and could really do something to help us, but who just stand around looking tired and annoyed while kids like me are kept from our parents for no reason, tichers who don’t sound any alarms when nine and ten-year-olds are passing out on the campo de futbol because they’re afraid to drink water, because they’re afraid to use the bathroom.

Sometimes it makes me want to grab a piece of cardboard and write I’m a kid, do something on it. It makes me want to grab a megaphone and scream “I’m a person! I’m supposed to matter!” But more often, it makes me wonder if maybe I don’t matter, it makes me want to collapse, it makes me want to give up, it makes me want to melt into my bunk, it makes me want to climb down the porta-potty pit and dissolve in the chemicals. Ir makes me never want to look anyone in the eye again.


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Me, Myself & Bob by Phil Vischer

We were a very religious family–did I say that already? Well, it’s true. My mother was not allowed to work, or even swim on Sundays, and could not play cards at any time–with the exception of Rook, because as far as I can tell, it’s the card game that Jesus’ disciples played while waiting for the Holy Spirit to descend on Pentecost.

When I was about twelve years old, I took my grandfather to see the first movie he had seen since his rebellious college years, The Jesus Film. He fell asleep about halfway through, though, because he’d already read the book and he knew how it ended. To this day, my grandfather will not step foot into a movie theater, although he did make an exception, when our Veggie Tales movie, Jonah came out in theaters in 2002. I’m pretty sure he fell asleep halfway through that one, too–he’s exceptionally good at falling asleep.


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Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton

…he laughed and said, “You Arabs always wish to have reasons for everything. Your hearts are a great bursting bag of reasons.”
I said, “And you do not care for reasons?”

“It avails you nothing. We say: A man should be moderately wise but not overwise, lest he know his fate in advance, he man whose mind is most free of care does not know his fate in advance.”

…there is no fear greater than that of a man when he does not know the cause.

Herger rode alongside me and said in a soft voice, “How do you fare?”

Not being capable of concealing my emotion, I said to him, “I am afraid.”

Herger replied to me: “That is because you think upon what is to come, and imagine fearsome things that would stop the blood of any man. Do not think ahead, and be cheerful by knowing that no man lives forever.”

I saw the truth of his words. “In my society,” I said, “we have a saying which is: ‘Thank Allah, for in his wisdom he put death at the end of life, and not at the beginning.’”


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The Wednesday Witches Book Club by Sarah Beth Durst

Genevieve Durand was one of those put-together people who looked as if she’d never, ever dripped marinara sauce on her shirt.

She’d thought his youthful enthusiasm was endearing for a bunch of years, until she finally realized it had cured into immaturity.

“I think it makes us less alone. That’s what stories do, after all. They connect us. And that’s what magic does. It brings us together.”


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Cursed Cocktails by S.L. Rowland

“I’d say your situation has never been better. Avoiding the constant threat of death and dismemberment will do wonders for one’s lifespan.”

“Endings are a reward in themselves. Only then can you look back on the journey.”

“There may be a beer for every occasion, but there is a wine for every mood.”


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Deadly Does It by Abbi Waxman

“Mason needs gentle handling, and I don’t know if he has the finesse.”

“She’s a delicate flower?” Julia’s tone was incredulous.

“No,” said Will, “she’s a hand grenade.”

“Prison’s very dull, apart from the all-pervading fear of violence and the occasional bug in the food. Trust me, you’d hate it, not because it’s scary, but because it’s skull-crushingly boring.”

“I have no intention of going to jail.”

Julia laughed. “No one intends to go to jail, Mason, yet there they are.”

“I think I can still write by hand, but on the few occasions I have to, it looks like a centipede has done two lines of coke, stepped in a tiny pot of ink and scrambled across the page in a hurry to get to somewhere else. Not exactly legible.”

There was a pause.

“Thanks for the colorful image, Mason,” said Julia, “no sure who would sell a centipede the minuscule amount o¢ drugs they could take, but your rich and vivid imagination will eventually come in handy, I expect.”


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The Wizard Who Kept Himself Suspicious by Scott Lynch

He knew himself to be disheveled. Had no notion of what it must be like to be sheveled in the first place.

Wizards as a group loved many things, but a conspicuous waste of expensive resources was near the top of the list.

“If I am wrong about this, then there is no sense in listening to anything else I might say, because it would reflect a misunderstanding so profound as to necessitate my retirement from sharing my thoughts with other people.”


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Crownfall by Michael Vadney

“Why help me?”

“Because you needed help, and I could give it,” Jelert said.

“That’s it?” Kyndel pressed. “No one gives something ‘or nothing,”

Jelert met his gaze. “When the world is hells-bent on tearing itself apart, I’d rather spend my efforts trying to hold it together, even if it’s just for one person at a time.”

Kyndel snorted, the sound ragged and bitter, “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” he muttered.

“Maybe it is.” A faint, sad smile crossed Jelert’s face. “But it’s better than standing by, or worse, joining in.”

“Heroes die young and leave messes. You are something better—you’re a survivor. You’re protecting your people. You’re giving them hope. That’s what leaders do.”


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Battle of the Round House by Tananarive Due

This long journey felt more like reaching the gingerbread house in “Hansel and Gretel,” meant to be a treat but full of danger instead.


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The Cairndale Orphan by J. M. Miro

The human heart contains rooms within rooms, none of them empty. Knowing this had made him good at his job. That job was murder, and he’d been in the business of it at Scotland Yard for twenty-five years, and if anyone asked, he’d tell them he’d seen most anything there was to see.

She was true the way a well-cut board was true, straight and direct and strong. He admired that about her.

She had a kindness for the broken things of this world, maybe because she was one of them too.
Like he was.
Hell, like everyone was, really.

“Mr. Bromley, it’s not a good idea to bring the dead and the living together. Not on purpose. We’re supposed to be apart.”


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Dial A for Aunties by Jesse Q. Sutanto

Now we know, when it comes to fight or flight, I am neither. I am: freeze like a hamster and then melt into a useless shivery puddle.

Big Aunt sends a string of emojis that seem completely unrelated to each other instead of an actual response.

Whoever introduced my mom and aunts to emojis needs to be thrown off a tall building. Ever since they found out about emojis, my mom and her sisters think they’re a perfectly acceptable way of communicating. Except everyone has a slightly different interpretation of emojis, and it takes me about three times as long to figure out exactly what they’re trying to say. Like now, for example, the thumbs-up emoji means everything is okay, which is good, but then why is there an angry face emoji right next to it?

“Easy,” Big Aunt sniffs, shaking her head. “I don’t think it’l be that easy.”

“Why not?” Second Aunt says, raising her chin,

Big Aunt shrugs. “Because it’s never easy. Otherwise people would get away with murder all the time.”

I wince at the word “murder,” even though she said it in Mandarin. And even though I want to have faith in Second Aunt’s simple plan of “get there, find cooler, bring cooler back,” I have a feeling that Big Aunt is right. When it comes to hiding a dead body, it’s never simple—a lesson I’m quickly learning from the previous night.

“Meddy is probably cautious because last time when you tried to set her up with Wang Zhixiang’s son, he turned out to be, you know,” Fourth Aunt says.

Ma waves an irritated hand. “Why do you keep bringing up Zhixiang’s son? So he turned out to be some maniac. How was I supposed to know?”

“Kleptomaniac,” I mumble. By the time our date was over, he’d stolen my makeup bag from my purse and, somehow, one of my shoes. I mean, the guy’s an asshole, but you’ve gotta give it to him. Or let him steal it.


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Cold Iron Task by James J. Butcher

Finally, he unfurled himself from the vehicle, standing to his looming height. Even more than usual, he looked like the most grim of reapers. Albeit one that had exchanged its robes and scythe for an out-of-fashion suit and less-than-moderate alcoholism.

Something about this place was almost familiar—like an artistic rendering of an old nightmare he had forgotten and had worked hard not to remember.

Wudge looked past Grimsby to the fortress stairs and shuddered. “Half-witch going to get killed trying to help people. Trying to help Wudge.”

Grimsby shrugged. “Maybe. But maybe that’s not the worst way to go.”

“They’re all the worst way.”

“I hope so,” Grimsby said.

“I know you do. Your hope is surprisingly resilient.”

“Thanks.” He smiled. “I made it myself.”

“I need a witch’s help to make sure I don’t get my head torn off by an arachne or some such.”

“Are—are those real?” Grimsby asked hesitantly.

Mayflower looked over out of the corner of his eye. “Hell if I know; just don’t let one take my head off. Deal?”

“No arachne-ing from the neck up. Got it.”

“The neck down would be nice, too.”

“I’m only one man, Les.”

“Fair enough.”

“Hey,” Mayflower said, stopping and locking down Grimsby’s eyes with his own. “You good?”

“Fine.”

“No. No ‘fines’ between us, boy. That good-for-nothing answer could get one of us killed.” His mossy granite eyes didn’t move, but he tilted down his shaded glasses. “Are you good?”

“Honestly?” he asked.

“Always,” Mayflower said.

“Well, seeing as how we’re sort of at the intersection of two of my most prevalent traumas, no. I’m not good. I want to run away screaming. I want to go home, and on my way home, stop by the mattress store and order a bed with the fastest shipping possible so that, by the time I get back, I’ll have something to hide under.”


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The Last Rift Dragon by Shami Stovall

“Excited for the egg assignment today?” Zilvio coaxed the first sparks into flame.

“Excited,” I said. “Or nervous. I haven’t decided yet.”

Zilvio met my gaze. “The two are often the same thing at your age, Master Richter. It is how one carries them that makes the difference.”

Once we left the light, the darkness swallowed us whole. It was difficult to see anything. More than once, we tripped over the vegetation. Branches found their way to our face as though this forest had a sense of humor.

When I looked over my shoulder, I spotted four archers on the bone wall, firing at me. They used simple bows, and their aim was atrocious. They compensated for their poor skill with extremely fast shots, though.


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The Dungeon Anarchist’s Cookbook by Matt Dinniman

Kids aren’t always a product of their parents. But sometimes that doesn’t matter. Sometimes parents can cast a shadow so thick, you can drown in it.

I thought of what the late [redacted] had said to me, about being responsible for someone else. You don’t understand what that responsibility means, what a weight that is on your shoulders. And when you fail, it’s like being crushed, constantly crushed, only you don’t die. And the pain never stops. It just keeps coming and coming.

None of this made sense, but we were alive, for now at least, and we had each other, and that was something.

“What’s a prime number?” Donut asked, speaking for the first time. “It’s a math thing,” I said. “You learn about them in fourth or fifth grade, and then you don’t need to know about it ever again unless you become a mathematician. Or a math teacher.”

“I wasn’t just going to abandon you, Carl,” Donut said. “Who do you think I am? Miss Beatrice?”

“No,” I agreed. “You most definitely are not.”


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Ms. Mebel Goes Back to the Chopping Bloc by Jesse Q. Sutanto

For a while, the only sounds in the room are Mebel’s sniffles. They don’t last long–they never do–Mebel doesn’t have the kind of attention span a good, long crying session quires.

Mebel has always thought of Paris with two exclamation marks following it. It’s never just Paris. It’s Paris!! Land of beauty and romance and dreams. When she thinks of London, she takes away one of the exclamation marks. London! Not as magical as Paris, but exciting in its own way.

It happens on a Thursday. Which feels doubly offensive, because all bad news should arrive on a Monday–everyone knows that.

But no, this piece of bad news not only has the audacity to swoop in on a Thursday, but also has the cheek to come in parading as good news.


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Wool by Hugh Howey

Deputy Marnes would have liked to have seen this, she decided. He was an easy man to figure, one of those who had grown old everywhere but in his heart, that one organ he had never worn out because he’d never dared to use it.


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The Road to Tender Hearts by Annie Hartnett

“My dad always said a person needs three things to be happy: something to do; someone to love; and something to look forward to.”

“They’re not, Dad. Kids aren’t resilient. That’s something adults like to say to make themselves feel better. To pretend that kids don’t feel as deeply as adults do. But kids are everything that happens to them. They’re sponges. Everything bad, everything good. Every hurtful thing you say. Every loving one.”

The cat was amused at these two idiot humans talking about how unfair death is, when it’s one of the few things everyone gets. Death is a magnificent invention, the cat knew, because it’s the impermanence of life that makes it beautiful.


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The Killer’s Mark by M.W. Craven

Cowie House was the weirdest building he’d ever worked in. It was a four-storey townhouse on the cobbled part of Fisher Street in Carlisle’s historic quarter, equidistant between the Kings Head — which Poe liked — and the Quaker Meeting House, which he wasn’t yet sure about (they seemed nice enough, but they got really upset if you used their car park without permission). It was a rickety old building, hotter than a jalapeño’s armpit in summer, colder than a polar bear’s toilet seat in winter. An eddy-like wind whistled through it at a whim, hurling into the air any paper that wasn’t weighted down. The floors were so uneven you got weird muscles in your lower legs keeping your chair still, and the staircase was so wonky it could only have been designed by a drunk.

Poe loved it.

If Cumbria was a week-old slice of bread, Carlisle would be the big green splat of mould in the middle. The kind that made you question the whole loaf. The antibiotic breakthrough waiting to happen. Surrounding the big green stinky splat would be the lesser moulds. The spores, the bluey-green spots with white edges. Some the size of pinheads, others the size of mouse turds. You wouldn’t throw away the loaf because of the mouse-turd spores, but you’d definitely pick them off. You might sniff the slice and say, ‘Maybe we should toast this?’

Even for Carlisle, Esmerée Blue stood out. She was fifteen years old and she had a nose ring, an eyebrow ring and a lip ring. Her ear had so many holes she could have used it as a sieve. Her make-up was French-clown white; her hair was black and purple and styled like she was in a Japanese cartoon. She wore scuffed DMs, ripped jeans and a Green Day hoodie. She looked like a cross between Siouxsie Sioux and Lisbeth Salander. And she didn’t give a rat’s ass.

Bradshaw reached over and patted Esmerée on the head. ‘Don’t worry, Esmerée; Poe will find out [redacted].’

‘How? [redacted].’

‘By doing what he usually does — upsetting people until they try to kill him.’

Poe nodded. He’d never intended it to work out that way, but he seemed to have a knack for provoking extreme responses.


Cover of Everybody Wants to Rule the World Except Me by Django Wexler

Everyone Wants to Rule the World Except Me by Django Wexler by Django Wexler

I’ve always wondered where all the dragons were at. It seems like there should be dragons, dragons go with the whole post-Tolkien/Arthuriana/D&D fantasy zeitgeist like orca and Dark Lords and knights in shining armor. The Kingdom has legends about dragons, but they always take place in Olden Times, and in the modern days, giant flying reptiles are nowhere to be found. In the thousand years I’ve been kicking around, I’ve never seen a dragon. I might have even, from time to time, expressed the sentiment that I wanted to see one, or that getting eaten by a dragon would be a good death to add to my extensive catalog.

Right about now, I profoundly wish I could take those thoughts back.

“I know what I’m doing.”

Tsav rolls her eyes. “What in the course of our relationship could possibly give me that impression?”

I snort. “You know what, fair.”


(Image by DaModernDaVinci from Pixabay)

WWW Wednesday—September 9, 2026

I had three other posts almost ready for today, but a non-blog project took more of my time than I expected, so this was all I could finish.

I know–gasp!–I do things that aren’t for this?

WWW Wednesdays Logo

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:

What are you currently reading?

Cover of The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss Cover of He Who Fights with Monsters by Shirtaloon
The Name of the Wind
by Patrick Rothfuss
He Who Fights with Monsters
by Shirtaloon, read by Heath Miller

I’ve read some great things this year, some books that could likely become favorites after a re-read or two (and I’m planning on those). But I don’t know if anything has touched the levels of enjoyment and contentment that I’ve felt revisiting The Name of the Wind. I’ll probably finish it this evening, and I regret it.

He Who Fights with Monsters is entertaining and engaging, and I don’t plan on DNFing it (although being told by someone that the book gets really good right before the end isn’t unwelcome news). At this time, I can’t see myself spending another 12 books in this world or with this protagonist.

What did you recently finish reading?

Cover of Fool by K.R. Lockhaven Cover of Gods & Comics by Kat Cho
Fool
by K.R. Lockhaven
Gods & Comics
by Kat Cho, read by Greta Jung

One of the things that didn’t get finished today was my post about Fool, but it’ll be very favorable. Come back for it.

Cho’s book was fun. I’m not sure I have much more to say about it than that.

What do you think you’ll read next?

Cover of The Henchperson's Guide to Unionizing by Marshall J. Moore Cover of Dead Inside by Noelle Holten
The Henchperson’s Guide to Unionizing
by Marshall J. Moore
Dead Inside
by Noelle Holten, read by Rachael Beresford

A little scary, a little silly…Moore’s book looks like a good palate cleanser after a couple of more serious Fantasy novels in a row.

Holten’s first novel really disturbed me, so it makes sense that I’ve kept kicking the audiobook down the road instead of listening to it. But, I’m getting annoyed with myself for that, so here goes.

How’re you doing? What’s your reading like?

Looking Back at August 2026

I finished 34 titles in August (10 up from last month, although there were 7 short stories and 4 picture books in there, so do with that what you will. Still, a great month for reading. Writing wasn’t as strong as I wanted it to be (but when is it?). Still, it was a good month overall.

The Month in Reading
August Calendar
(thanks to Bookmory for the image)

TBR Piles

Audio E-book Physical Goodreads
Want-to-Read
NetGalley
Shelf/ARCs/Review Copies
End of
2025
4 89 112 192 11
1st of the
Month
2 96 130 204 8
Added 4 5 13 6 3
Read/
Listened
1 1 10 1 1
Current Total 5 100 133 209 10

My TBR Range
TBR Range Chart
(click to embiggen)
Breakdowns:
“Traditionally” Published: 31
Self-/Independent Published: 3

Genre This Month Year to Date
Children’s 4 (12%) 23 (11%)
Fantasy 12 (35%) 46 (21%)
General Fiction/ Literature 3 (9%) 19 (9%)
Mystery/ Suspense/ Thriller 4 (12%) 48 (22%)
Non-Fiction 3 (9%) 18 (8%)
Science Fiction 2 (6%) 23 (11%)
Theology/ Christian Living 4 (12%) 20 (9%)
Urban Fantasy 1 (3%) 14 (7%)
“Other” (Horror/ Humor/ Steampunk/ Western) 1 (3%) 3 (1%)

Review-ish Things Posted
Books of the Month

Other Recommended Reads

Other Things I Posted

  • 20 Books of Summer 2026: July Check-In
  • Books about Books and the People Who Love Them
  • Fantasy with Friends: Anachronisms in Fantasy
  • These Dog Days Aren’t Over
  • Opening Lines: How to Be Good by Nick Hornby
  • Captivating Character of August: Valex Thorn
  • Spotlights/Cover Reveals

    Music Mondays

    WWW Wednesdays

    Saturday Miscellanies

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  • Saturday Miscellany—8/1/26
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  • WWW Wednesday—September 2, 2026

    I saw something distubing on Facebook yesterday, and just have to share it with you at this point:
    An image of text 'Today officially marks the beginning of the late 2020s.' and another image of text '40-Month Intervals Early 2020s: January 1, 2020 – April 30, 2023 Mid 2020s: May 1, 2023 – August 31, 2026 Late 2020s: September 1, 2026 – December 31, 2029'


    WWW Wednesdays Logo

    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:

    What are you currently reading?

    Cover of Fool by K.R. Lockhaven Cover of Gods & Comics by Kat Cho
    Fool
    by K.R. Lockhaven
    Gods & Comics
    by Kat Cho, read by Greta Jung

    Fool is such a change of pace for Lockhaven–not that I had a problem with his old pace, but this should get him on more radars than he has been previously.

    Gods & Comics is just entertaining enough to keep going. Not much more–but things could change.

    What did you recently finish reading?

    Cover of Everybody Wants to Rule the World Except Me by ADjango Wexler Cover of The Politician by Tim Sullivan
    Everybody Wants to Rule the World Except Me
    by Django Wexler
    The Politician
    by Tim Sullivan, read by Finlay Robertson

    I had no idea how Wexler was going to pull off the conclusion to this duology. But he picked the absolute right way to do it–this was just so much fun.

    The Politician was just wonderful–I guessed the killer correctly early on (but had the motive wrong), but I was gripped throughout and the twists really did get me tangled up.

    What do you think you’ll read next?

    Cover of The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss Cover of He Who Fights with Monsters by Shirtaloon
    The Name of the Wind
    by Patrick Rothfuss
    He Who Fights with Monsters
    by Shirtaloon, read by Heath Miller

    I’m really eager to get back into this one. I’m very glad I was given an excuse.

    I’ve thought about trying He Who Fights… off and on for quite some time, but I didn’t want to get into LitRPG, and then Dinnimin showed me I was thinking hollowly there. And then someone I know recommended this book, so…

    How’s September starting for you? Are you one of those who tries to match the mood of their reading with the season?

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