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August 2022 in Retrospect: What I Read/Listened to/Wrote About

Okay, in August I finished 30 books, for 8,494+ pages or the equivalent (Audible Originals really mess me up with the page estimates). No stinkers this month—3.8 average stars. I successfully wrapped up the 20 Books of Summer Challenge, got a few Q&As in, and…well, that’s about it, actually.

I’ve got a great-looking stack of books for September, and a few Q&As lined up. I’ve also got a fun project that should be kicking off this month that will last for a good chunk of the rest of the year. I’ll talk more about it before it launches, but I’m going to keep my powder dry for now.

Enough about that—here’s what happened here in August.
Books/Novels/Novellas Read/Listened to

Hell of a Mess True Dead The Marauders, the Daughter, and the Dragon
4 1/2 Stars 5 Stars 4 Stars
Summerland Composite Creatures 1 2 3 Count with Me on Granddad's Farm
3 Stars 3 Stars 4 Stars
Divine and Conquer Plugged Persecution
3.5 Stars 3 Stars 3 Stars
When Sorrows Come One Decisive Victory The Heron
5 Stars 4 Stars 4 Stars
The Story Retold Roses for the Dead Grave Reservations
5 Stars 4 Stars 4 Stars
Final Heir Out of Spite, Out of Mind The Case of the Missing Firefly
5 Stars 3.5 Stars 4 Stars
Roxanne The Art of Prophecy The Alchemist and an Amaretto
4 Stars 5 Stars 3 Stars
The Ghost Machine Her Last Breath Down the River Unto the Sea
3 Stars 3 Stars 3.5 Stars
We'll Need a Bigger Mirror Christ of the Consummation</a Confronting Jesus
3 Stars 5 Stars 3 Stars
Greywalker Soul Taken Mistletoe and Crime
3 Stars 4 Stars 4 Stars

Still Reading

Faith & Life Be the Serpent Blood Sugar

Ratings

5 Stars 6 2 1/2 Stars 0
4 1/2 Stars 1 2 Stars 0
4 Stars 10 1 1/2 Stars 0
3.5 Stars 3 1 Star 0
3 Stars 10
Average = 3.8

TBR Stacks/Piles/Heaps

Audio E-book Physical Goodreads
Want-to-Read
End of
2021
9 45 42 144
1st of the
Month
9 50 41 143
Added 7 2 7 3
Read/
Listened
8 3 3 1
Current Total 8 49 45 145

Breakdowns:
“Traditionally” Published: 18
Self-/Independent Published: 12

Genre This Month Year to Date
Children’s 1 (3%) 4 (2%)
Fantasy 4 (14%) 20 (10%)
General Fiction/ Literature 0 (0%) 13 (7%)
Mystery/ Suspense/ Thriller 11 (38%) 77 (39%)
Non-Fiction 0 (0%) 16 (8%)
Science Fiction 3 (10%) 16 (8%)
Theology/ Christian Living 3 (10%) 34 (17%)
Urban Fantasy 7 (24%) 23 (12%)
“Other” (Horror/ Humor/ Steampunk/ Western) 0 (0%) 1 (1%)

Review-ish Things Posted

Other Things I Wrote
Other than the Saturday Miscellanies (6th, 13th, 20th, and 27th), I also wrote:

Enough about me—how Was Your Month?

Highlights from July: Lines Worth Repeating

Highlights from the Month
Here’s a collection of my favorite phrases/sentences/paragraphs from last month that I haven’t already used for something. (I will skip most audiobooks, my transcription skills aren’t what they should be. But when I try, the punctuation, etc. is just a guess).
Songbird

Songbird by Peter Grainger

“How old is Michelle?” It doesn’t matter how you ask the question, whichever tense you go with sounds wrong. Reeve had concluded that to say “was” now, would be too soon, that’s all

The [remark about] fast cars were true without a doubt. He’d been in one or two of those with Catherine, and surviving the experience was enough to make you reconsider your rejection of the Christian faith.

There had been times, and not a few of them, when Waters had thought, “Why doesn’t he let that go? Why go out on a limb for something trivial? For some small point of principle?” But there’s no such thing as a small point of principle, principles are big things. If principles aren’t worth fighting for, what else is? What else matters?


A World Without

A World Without “Whom”: The Essential Guide to Language in the BuzzFeed Age by Emmy J. Favilla

Warning: Here’s where I might start to get a little emotional. Because what’s more beautiful than a strategically placed em dash? Answer: interspecies friendships, random acts of kindness, Oscar Isaac, an empty subway car during rush hour that isn’t the result of a putrid mystery substance permeating the air. But the em dash is not too far behind!

Face it: You hate whom. If you don’t, you’re likely a liar or someone with an English degree who actually still really hates whom but can’t bear to come to terms with your traitorous hatred for fear of your overpriced degree being snatched from your cold, dead hands, never to be seen again. In casual conversation we end sentences with prepositions and we never use whom. It’s a fact. And if you do use whom in conversational speech, you will never see yourself on an invite to a dinner party at my place. Mostly because I’m not the type of person who has dinner parties or uses whom.


The Botanist

The Botanist by M.W. Craven

‘I didn’t want you thinking I’d panicked. I didn’t want you thinking less of me.’

Poe was lost for words. ‘Why would I think less of you?’ he said eventually. ‘You’d just found your father’s corpse. There was a bullet hole in his head. If you can’t panic then, when can you?’


The Law

The Law by Jim Butcher

I’d been feeling sorry for myself, which is about the most useless thing you can feel: it doesn’t do a damned thing for you. You don’t feel any better, you don’t get any better, and you’re too busy moping to do anything to actually make your life any better.


The Self-Made Widow

The Self-Made Widow by Fabian Nicieza

He wore a faded Creed T-shirt from their 1999 Human Clay tour, which Michelle assumed he would never have worn had he known he’d be dying in it.

Brianne was smart, but she was intellectually lazy, mostly as a result of all the years spent being intellectually lazy.

She started to walk away when he said, “Andrea, since we’re still getting to know each other, for the record, I’ve watched IEDs blow up my friends and I’ve been shot five times, with my vest stopping only three of those.”

He let that sink in for a second.

“You have to come at me with something much better than veiled threats to my job.”

“Filed for future reference, Chief,” she said. “Threats to your wife and kids it is, then. . . .”

Derek and Molly didn’t have a fantasy marriage with wind chimes resonating as they pranced about a grassy field like a pharmaceutical commercial distracting you while the rapid-fire voiceover warned you about side effects like rectal bleeding.

Andrea and Jeff had gone to the preserve only once. He didn’t like nature unless it came with a nineteenth hole, and she didn’t like it without concrete sidewalks and blaring taxi horns.

[redacted]’s eyes looked panicked while the other looked homicidal. It gave him a Bill the Cat quality from the old Bloom County strip.


How the Penguins Saved Veronica

How the Penguins Saved Veronica by Hazel Prior

So this is what dying is like. Who’d have thought it’d be so frustrating and boring? I’d like it to be over, but no doubt it will drag itself out as long as possible, just like life. How extremely tedious.


With Grimm Resolve

With Grimm Resolve by Jeffrey H. Haskell

“Good job, sir,” she said. She knew how fragile officers’ egos were, and it was helpful to reassure them they could find their butt with both hands and a map.

“I don’t really know how to explain it sir.”

“Take your time,” Jacob said with a grin. “It’s only a hitherto unknown stellar phenomenon. You can have a few seconds to figure out how to describe it.”

Jacob took his seat, glancing at the readiness board on his MFD. The ship was at a hundred percent and they were either going to enter the starlane in less than half an hour, or they would die.

Personally, he hoped for the former.


Whispers in the Dark

Whispers in the Dark by Chris McDonald

I’d even been interviewed about the case by a petty criminal, from the back seat of the police car on our way back to the station. He told me his mates won’t believe him that he was arrested by THE Erika Piper, and asked could he have a picture to prove it. I’d impolitely declined.

He has me where he wants me. He knows that I am hanging on his every word and he is revelling in it. Though, I swear if he says ‘you see’ again, I will not be responsible for my actions. Liam can sense my mood and intervenes.

As the lift doors close, I can’t help but think I’d been quick to condemn the reception area. Compared to the interior of the lift, it could be confused for a fancy Mayfair hotel. The buttons on the console are coated in a sticky film and Liam does the chivalrous thing, stretching his coat over his hand and prodding the button with supersonic speed.


Ghost of a Chance

Ghost of a Chance by Dan Willis

“Is that serious?”

“Very,” Kellin said.

“Untreated it can cause brain injury and even death.”

“What do I do for that?”

“Death?” Dr. Kellin smirked. “Nothing.”

“You just reminded me that there’s a corollary to that formula.”

Alex sat up, interested.

“If you eliminate the impossible and nothing remains,” he said, taking his cigar out of his mouth and considering it.

“Yes?” Alex prompted.

“Then some part of the impossible, must be possible.”


The Deepest Grave

The Deepest Grave by Harry Bingham

How does anyone think that ‘attempted murder’ counts the same as actual murder? They shouldn’t even call it ‘attempted’: that’s just a way to flatter failure. The crime is as close as you can get to the opposite of murder.

The thing is, if you kill someone in these extravagant ways, you’re usually trying to send a message. So when the Ku Klux Klan strung people up from trees, they were carefully sending a message. To black people: stay in your place. To white people: this is the way we run things here. None of that civil rights nonsense, or else… A loathsome message, brutally delivered. But clear. Horribly clear.

Owen is probably a good human being and one more likely to be summoned before the Holy Throne than I am, but, Lord help me, the man is boring. Just talking to him makes me want to push plastic forks into my eyes.

The man swears, disappears, then the snout of a shotgun emerges, and Bowen comes back towards me a lot faster than he left. We shelter behind the slab of a tombstone.

‘What now?’

I shake my head.

Nothing.

Shotgun versus shouting: shotgun wins. They teach you that in the police.

Two walls lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves. Katie starts looking at book titles. No reason, except that’s what people like me and Katie do when we walk into a room with books.

We talk to someone at Google about it. He sounds like a real human being–albeit a Californian one whose hair is probably full of sunshine and organic hair product.

Time.

The fourth dimension.

One of my favourite dimensions. One that brings all the good stuff, even if she brings more than her share of the crappy stuff too. But there are times she’s out of her depth. Times when she shunts one second into the void, over the edge of the present and away– then, blow it, the next second to come along looks exactly the same. And the next and the next.

Thousands of seconds, all alike.

He has that Metropolitan Police we- never- screw- up tone about him which is deeply comforting, until you remember that the Met screws up just as much as anyone else and maybe more.

Biting.

That sounds a bit girly, of course. Scratching, biting, pulling hair. Playground stunts that only girls ever pull. Girls with tears and bunches and grubby knees.

But there’s playground biting and real biting.

My fighting instructor, Lev, once told me that the human jaw can exert as much as a hundred kilos of force. I slightly doubt that my own pearly whites can inflict that much pressure, but they’re still handy. The trick– another of Lev’s much- reiterated nuggets– is to bite with the molars not the incisors. You get double or quadruple the amount of force, and the victim’s area of muscle damage is that much greater.

‘Take the biggest bite you can. Bite hard. And don’t stop. The more your man struggles, the more hurt you do.’

Wise advice.

A dog handler once told me that sniffer dogs aren’t recruited for their powers of smell. ‘They can all smell well enough. Asking them to follow a trail is like asking you to pick a red ball from a basket full of green ones. The only issue is whether the dog understands what you’re asking and feels like helping.’


On Eden Street

On Eden Street by Peter Grainger

There are lines, and you cross them at your peril. But the closer one gets to them, the more wavy and broken those lines become. And the longer one does this job, the more the realization dawns that every investigation is unique–barely any of them fit the theories you’re taught in the lecture room.

(Image by DaModernDaVinci from Pixabay)

July 2022 in Retrospect: What I Read/Listened to/Wrote About

This was a busy month, both behind the scenes and visible. I finished 33 titles–which included a lot of smaller reads–booklets, novellas, and whatnot–both in terms of what I read and bought, so that makes some of the numbers bigger than usual. Those 33 titles were made up of 8,409 pages (or the equivalent) and not only were there a lot of them, I enjoyed them, too–3.7 average stars (including 6 5-Stars, believe it or not, I barely do).

So, here’s what happened here in July.
Books/Novels/Novellas Read/Listened to

Songbird A World Without Whom The Law
4 Stars 3.5 Stars 4 Stars
The Botanist My Mess Is a Bit of a Life Long Lost
5 Stars 2 Stars 3 Stars
Short Tails The Emotional Life of Our Lord The Self-Made Widow
3 Stars 5 Stars 5 Stars
AMORALMAN How the Penguins Saved Veronica Condemned
3 Stars 5 Stars 3 Stars
Breaking Point Guidebook for Instruction in the Christian Religion Fighting for Holiness
4 Stars 5 Stars 3 Stars
With Grimm Resolve The Diary of a Bookseller The Prince of Infinite Space
4 Stars 3 Stars 3 Stars
Whispers in the Dark Mortgaged Mortality Ghost of a Chance
4 Stars 3.5 Stars 3 Stars
Cyprian of Carthage Heaven Is a World of Love The Jigsaw Man
3 Stars 3.5 Stars 5 Stars
The Deepest Grave On Eden Street Bark to the Future
4 Stars 4 1/2 Stars 4 Stars
Dead Against Her The Lord's Work in the Lord's Way and No Little People The Life of God in the Soul of Man
3.5 Stars 3 Stars 3 Stars
Encouragement for the Depressed The Expulsive Power of a New Affection The Attributes and Work of God
3.5 Stars 3.5 Stars 3.5 Stars

Still Reading

The Story Retold True Dead

Ratings

5 Stars 6 2 1/2 Stars 0
4 1/2 Stars 1 2 Stars 1
4 Stars 7 1 1/2 Stars 0
3.5 Stars 7 1 Star 0
3 Stars 11
Average = 3.69

TBR Stacks/Piles/Heaps

Audio E-book Physical Goodreads
Want-to-Read
End of
2021
9 45 42 144
1st of the
Month
5 52 43 141
Added 6 4 13 3
Read/
Listened
3 6 15 1
Current Total 9 50 41 143

Breakdowns:
“Traditionally” Published: 23
Self-/Independent Published: 10

Genre This Month Year to Date
Children’s 0 (0%) 2 (1%)
Fantasy 0 (0%) 16 (10%)
General Fiction/ Literature 2 (6%) 13 (8%)
Mystery/ Suspense/ Thriller 13 (39%) 66 (39%)
Non-Fiction 4 (12%) 16 (10%)
Science Fiction 1 (3%) 13 (8%)
Theology/ Christian Living 10 (30%) 31 (18%)
Urban Fantasy 3 (9%) 16 (10%)
“Other” (Horror/ Humor/ Steampunk/ Western) 0 (0%) 1 (1%)

Review-ish Things Posted

Other Things I Wrote
Other than the Saturday Miscellanies (2nd, 9th, 16th, 23rd, and 30th), I also wrote:

Enough about me—how Was Your Month?

Highlights from June: Lines Worth Repeating

Highlights from the Month
Whoops! Knew I forgot something last week.

I’m citing more audiobooks here than I usually do. So, let me again stress that punctuation, sentence/paragraph breaks, and so on are guesswork on my part.

Attachments

Attachments by Rainbow Rowell

Lincoln checked out the kitchen. The fridge was new, but the rest of the room did indeed know the differene between Red Skelton and Red Buttons.

“I don’t know if I even believe in that anymore. The fith guy. The perfect guy. The one. I’ve lost faith in ‘the’.”

“How do you feel about ‘a’ and ‘an’?”

“Indifferent.”

“So you’re considering a life without articles?”

“I’m sort of…coming off a bad relationship.”

“When did it end?”

“Slightly before it started.”


Adult Assembly Required

Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman

“I know it’s hard to imagine right now, but Los Angeles does have different seasons. There are three days of spring every May, an unpredictable and unpleasantly hot summer from then until three days of crisp and lovely fall sometime in November, then an unpredictable and unpleasantly chilly winter until the three-day spring rolls around again.”

Laura laughed. “Well, New York isn’t much better: Spring and fall last a month each and make you certain there’s no better city on earth, then summer and winter are brutal and exhausting. Precisely when you decide it’s time to leave once and for all, spring or fall shows up and you forget the pain all over again.”

When the body experiences a sudden shock, it actually freezes for one twenty-fifth of a second and then deploys intense psychological curiosity, mobilizing every neuron and nerve, every sense, every possible input to work out exactly what just happened. In a microsecond or two the brain gathers the intel, sorts it, analyzes it, cross-references it, and is ready to issue directions for what to do next. It’s a miracle, really, and while it might not definitively prove the existence of God, it certainly deserves an enthusiastic round of applause.


How to Take Over the World

How to Take Over the World: Practical Schemes and Scientific Solutions for the Aspiring Supervillain by Author

Are Shakespeare’s plays truly the greatest in the English language? Shakespeare scholars certainly think so. But I’ve actually read some of them, so I speak with authority when I say that his plays are okay, I guess? But it’s hard to argue they couldn’t be improved upon. For example, did you know that not once in Shakespeare’s works does even a single character gain access to a giant robot suit, much less employ it to lay waste to their enemies? Academics will argue that their beloved Bard captures the very heart of the human condition with sublime nuance and rapturous magnificence, but any conception of humanity that excludes the ever-present desire to possess a robot large enough to climb inside and which also fires lasers out of its eyes and missiles out of its hands is one that feels somewhat blinkered.


Crazy in Poughkeepsie

Crazy in Poughkeepsie by Daniel Pinkwater

“Tell me if I get this right. The way to get there is just to drive along without any kind of plan, taking various turns on the spur of the moment.”

“With the right attitude.”

“And the right attitude is…”

“Assuming we’ll arrive.”

“Shouldn’t we consult the global positioning thingie?” Vern Chuckoff asked.

“We don’t have one,” Maurice said. “This car is pre-digital, but there’s a blue light that comes on when we are on the Interstate.”

“The Interstate Highway System, which was just being completed when this car was built?” Vern asked.

“I think it’s more likely to be the system of virtual or quasi-imaginary roads or routes that exists in between the state of so-called reality in which we operate and some other states of existence of which we are ordinarily unaware,” Molly said.


We Are Legion (We Are Bob)

We Are Legion (We Are Bob) by Dennis E. Taylor

We took a minute to enjoy the joke. Belly laughs are one of the best things about sentience and you should never miss the chance for one.


Against All Odds

Against All Odds by Jeffrey H. Haskell

Being blown out into space was on the top of every spacer’s list of “how not to die.”

Back on the O-Deck, he stopped next to Jennings before entering the bridge. He gave her a nod and she snapped to attention.
“Captain on deck,” she bellowed. In his experience, Marines loved yelling at anyone, especially the Navy. It didn’t surprise him at all to see her grin as he stepped through.

She hadn’t really known Commander Stanislaw that well but having him react so was surprising, even though doctors had a long history of acting like they knew better than everyone else.


Movieland

Movieland by Author

“The ME called with her autopsy report on [name withheld],” he said. “I learned that getting a shotgun blast in the face and driving off a cliff can kill you.”

“Did you reach them?”

“Yeah, an ADA named Joel Goldman, I got his take on the possibility that Honig hired a gunsel to take out Kim Spivey.”
“A gunsel?”

“It’s the same as a gunman, but more fun to say.”


The Border

The Border by Don Winslow

It’s funny, he thinks, how the big decisions in your life don’t always follow a big moment or a big change, but just seem to settle on you like an inevitability, something you didn’t decide at all but has always been decided for you.

Barrera made billions of dollars, created and ruled a freaking empire, and what does he have to show for it?

A dead child, an ex-wife who doesn’t come to his wake, a young trophy widow, twin sons who will grow up without their father, a baseball, some smelly old boxing gloves and a suit he never wore. And no one, not one of the hundreds of people [at his funeral], can think of one nice story to tell about him. And that’s the guy who won.

EI Señor. El Patroón. The Godfather.

In a better world, the movies that play on the inside of his eyelids would be features, the product of a screenwriter’s imagination and a director’s style, but in Chuy’s world they are documentaries; memories, you could call them, except they don’t flow like remembrance but are choppy cuts, flashes of surrealism that are all too real.

They are of flayed bodies and severed heads.

Dead children.

Corpses mutilated, others burned in fifty-five-gallon drums, and the memories reside in his nose as well as his eyes. And in his ears, as he can still hear—can’t stop hearing, really—the screams, the pleas for mercy, the shrill taunting laughter that was sometimes his own.

“You got kids?”

“No,” Cirello says. “You missin’ out.”

“I figure I got time.”

“We all figure we got time,” Darnell says. “Ain’t true. Time got us. Time undefeated, man. You never beat it. You wanna know about time, ask a convict. We experts on the subject of time.”

Eddie Ruiz stayed in the witness protection program for about thirty-seven minutes.

Which is about the time it took him to scope out St. George, Utah, and say, “I don’t think so.”

Yeah, a lot of the homeless are addicts, but most addicts aren’t homeless.

Jacqui has learned this on the blocks and in the parks and housing projects where she scores and shoots up. Most of the junkies out there with her have jobs—they’re roofers and carpet layers, or auto mechanics, or they work at one of the few factories that survived after IBM pulled out. There are housewives shooting up because it’s cheaper than the Oxy pills they got hooked on, there are high school kids, their teachers, people who drive down from even smaller towns upstate to score.

You have homeless like her who stink of body odor and you have suburban queens who smell of Mary Kay products and pay for their habits from their Amway earnings, and you have everything in between.

Welcome to Heroin Nation, 2016.

One nation, under the influence.

With liberty and justice for all.

Amen.

(Image by DaModernDaVinci from Pixabay)

June 2022 in Retrospect: What I Read/Listened to/Wrote About

I didn’t expect June to be as productive as this—especially because a few books in the middle took a day or so longer than I’d estimated. That doesn’t happen that often, but I’ll take it. The short version: 26 books, 7,251+ pages (or the equivalent)–with one audio-only novella that I don’t have a page count on; 3.7 Average Stars—with one I’m still not sure how to rank—I had a bunch of 4-Stars this month that helped to make up for the 1-Star that I’m still rankled about (I’m also rankled about the gag order from the Book Tour group I’m no longer working with).

I have one abandoned and two still-in-draft-mode non-review posts I’d hoped to get up, but in general, my output was pretty good.

All in all, it was a pretty decent month. Let’s take a deep dive into what happened here in June:
Books/Novels/Novellas Read/Listened to

Attachments Dirt Road Home Gated Prey
I Just Don’t Know 3 Stars 4 1/2 Stars
Adult Assembly Required In Divine Company There Goes the Neighborhood
5 Stars 4 Stars 1 Star
Hellbound Guilds & Other Misdirections Crazy in Poughkeepsie Noodle and the No Bones Day
3 Stars 3.5 Stars 4 Stars
How to Take Over the World Deep Hole Payback
3 Stars 3.5 Stars 3 Stars
You Are Not Your Own We Are Legion (We Are Bob) Against All Odds
4 1/2 Stars 3 Stars 4 Stars
The Lost A Wash of Black An Explorer's Guide to John Calvin
4 Stars 4 Stars 4 Stars
Love and Other Monsters in the Dark Holy Chow Amari and the Night Brothers
4 Stars 4 Stars 4 Stars
Movieland Their Dark Designs Growing Downward
4 1/2 Stars 3 Stars 3 Stars
Daughter of the Morning Star The Border
4 Stars 5 Stars

Still Reading

The Story Retold Faith & Life Songbird
A World Without Whom

Ratings

5 Stars 2 2 1/2 Stars 0
4 1/2 Stars 3 2 Stars 0
4 Stars 10 1 1/2 Stars 0
3.5 Stars 2 1 Star 1
3 Stars 7
Average = 3.7

TBR Stacks/Piles/Heaps

Audio E-book Physical Goodreads
Want-to-Read
End of
2021
9 45 42 144
1st of the
Month
6 53 40 141
Added 4 6 4 2
Read/
Listened
5 7 1 2
Current Total 5 52 43 141

Breakdowns:
“Traditionally” Published: 12
Self-/Independent Published: 14

Genre This Month Year to Date
Children’s 1 (4%) 2 (1%)
Fantasy 1 (4%) 16 (12%)
General Fiction/ Literature 5 (19%) 11 (8%)
Mystery/ Suspense/ Thriller 10 (38%) 53 (39%)
Non-Fiction 1 (4%) 12 (9%)
Science Fiction 3 (12%) 12 (9%)
Theology/ Christian Living 4 (15%) 21 (16%)
Urban Fantasy 1 (4%) 13 (10%)
“Other” (Horror/ Humor/ Steampunk/ Western) 0 (0%) 1 (1%)

Review-ish Things Posted

  • Black Nerd Problems (Audiobook) by William Evans & Omar Holmon: Essays on Life, Race, and Nerddom
  • A Snake in the Raspberry Patch by Joanne Jackson: A Family and a Small Town in Upheaval In the Shadow of a Brutal Crime
  • In a House of Lies by Ian Rankin: The Past and Present Collide for Rebus, Clarke, and Fox
  • What Is Christianity? by Herman Bavinck, Gregory Parker Jr. (Translator): Short, Sweet, To the Point
  • Dirt Road Home by Alexander Nader: From the Motor City to Small Town Tennessee
  • Attachments (Audiobook) by Rainbow Rowell, Rebecca Lowman: I Stumble All Over the Place Trying to Talk About This
  • Noodle and the No Bones Day by Jonathan Graziano, Dan Tavis (Illustrator): A Great Dose of Adorableness to Pick Up Your Day
  • Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman: She Gets by with a Little Help from Her Friends
  • In Divine Company by Pierce Taylor Hibbs: Communication Failure?
  • Crazy in Poughkeepsie by Daniel Pinkwater: “Crazy” Might Be An Overstatement, How About “Ridiculously Odd”?
  • Payback by RC Bridgestock: A Decent Start for this Procedural Series
  • Magic Kingdom for Sale–Sold! (Audiobook) by Terry Brooks, Jeremy Arthur (Narrator): A Nostalgic Trip I Maybe Shouldn’t Have Taken
  • Against All Odds by Jeffery H. Haskell: It’s the Chance He’s Gotta Take
  • The Lost by Jeffrey B. Burton: Mace and Vira Race the Clock to Find a Kidnapped Girl
  • We Are Legion (We Are Bob) (Audiobook) by Dennis E. Taylor, Ray Porter (Narrator): Big Laughs and Big Ideas Litter this SF Adventure
  • Love and Other Monsters in the Dark by K. B. Jensen: A Truly Impressive Batch of Short Fiction
  • Holy Chow by David Rosenfelt: Keeping the “Semi” in Andy’s Semi-Retired Status
  • An Explorer’s Guide to John Calvin by Yudha Thianto: Calvin 101
  • A Wash of Black by Chris McDonald: This is How a Series Should Start
  • Movieland by Lee Goldberg: It’s No Walk in the Park for Eve Ronin

Other Things I Wrote
Other than the Saturday Miscellanies (4th, 11th, 18th, and 25th), I also wrote:


Enough about me—how Was Your Month?

Highlights from May: Lines Worth Repeating

Highlights from the Month
Here’s a collection of my favorite phrases/sentences/paragraphs from last month that I haven’t already used for something. (I will skip most audiobooks, my transcription skills aren’t what they should be. But when I try, the punctuation is just a guess).

Rosebud

Rosebud by Paul Cornell

Haunt has never heard an insect scream before. He doesn’t feel he’s missed out. It’s the sound of whatever Quin has got in that made-up body instead of a mammalian voicebox having a terrible malfunction.

…humans have had many ideas for how to travel beyond the solar system, and some of them might work, even, given enormous time and energy and money. But that’s just it. Humans are, in the end, stupid chimps without the attention span to achieve anything like that. And they’re only just starting to understand that.


The Cartographers

The Cartographer by Peng Shepherd

“I really think you should tell the police sooner rather than later.”

“I will, I will,” Nell replied.

“When?” he urged, a familiar tone slipping into his voice. With a Young, unless you agreed on a firm date to stop working on something, “soon” meant “when I’m satisfied.”

A burst of cool, stale air hit her as soon as she was inside, and Nell sank wistfully into it. It was the smell of ancient pages, of time, of her very soul, if souls could have smells, she thought.

Wally had spent so long repressing his real feelings for Tam, I think he didn’t even know they were there. They were like a phantom limb to him—a thing he’d convinced himself wasn’t real, even though he could still sense its ghost.

I don’t know how it happened—isn’t that what everyone who betrays someone says? But I don’t know how it happened. I just know why.


Revenge Tour

Robert B. Parker’s Revenge Tour by Mike Lupica

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“I’d rather not,” she said.

“Force yourself,” I said.

“We can talk about it after dinner.”

“I can manage both,” I said. “I’m the kind of multitasker that makes young multitaskers aspirational.”

I wasn’t sure what I had expected the great and powerful Richard Gross to look like. But the rather legendary Hollywood power broker, one who had begun his career Out There as a lawyer, looked more like an actor, reminding me somewhat of Michael Douglas. Not the Romancing the Stone Michael Douglas. The older one from Netflix.

I stopped about a half-hour into New York. These turnpike rest areas all looked the same to me, the way shopping malls did. I used the ladies’ room and bought a Coke Zero and a guilty-pleasure Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, knowing that some might say that the combination of candy and a diet soft drink was counterintuitive. I thought of it as establishing a crucial and delicate balance to my personal nutrition.


Nothing to See Here

Nothing to See Here by Kevin Wilson

I wasn’t destined for greatness; I knew this. But I was figuring out how to steal it from someone stupid enough to relax their grip on it.


This is Going to Hurt

This is Going to Hurt by Adam Kay

Her extremely posh eight-year-old asks her a question about the economy (!), and before she answers it, she asks her extremely posh five-year-old “Do you know what the economy is, darling?”

“Yes mummy, it’s the part of the plane that’s terrible”.

This is how revolutions start.

But it’s a Saturday night and the NHS runs a skeleton service. Actually, that’s unfair on skeletons – it’s more like when they dig up remains of Neolithic Man and reconstruct what he might have looked like from a piece of clavicle and a thumb joint.


Heroic Hearts

Heroic Hearts edited by Jim Butcher and Kerrie L. Hughes

Hero, noun
1. a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities
2. a sandwich

Comfort Zone by Kelley Armstrong

We’ll be fine. Remember, the couple that breaks and enters together goes to prison together.

Fire Hazard by Kevin Hearne

The most important question in this life, I’ve heard it said, is whether you have the sausage to achieve your goals. Sausage being a metaphor for courage, in this case, instead of the many other things it could be, including actual sausage.

It burned with the rage of five grizzly bears on energy drinks fighting to drink the last one of a six-pack.

Silverspell by Chloe Neill

“Are you going to get coffee right now?”

Only if the universe was just.

Little Things by Jim Butcher

My name is Major General Toot-Toot Minimus, sprite in service to Sir Harry Dresden, Knight of the Winter Court and Wizard of Chicago, and captain of his personal guard. When the skies darken with smoke and ash, when wails of wrong and woe rend the night, when my lord goes to war with titans and unspeakable horrors from Outside of reality, someone must protect him from threats too small to readily discern. That is my place: not at my lord’s side, but at his ankles.


Don't Know Tough

Don’t Know Tough by Eli Cranor

I feel drunk, but not the good kind. The kind where you just keep drinking and drinking, and it don’t matter none, just don’t never feel good.

“Trent thinks Billy might be able to get a football scholarship.”

Tina laughs as a semitruck downshifts somewhere out on a highway in the dark, a low, grating sound. “Ain’t nobody talking about no scholarship, Mrs. Powers. We just trying to survive.”

“Survive?”

“Yeah, me and my boys. Sometime it ain’t even death you got to worry about.”

“What could be worse than death?”

“If you don’t know already,” Tina’s lips barely move, “then don’t go asking.”


In a House of Lies

In a House of Lies by Ian Rankin

‘I seem to have picked up a wee dose of COPD.’

‘What’s that when it’s at home?’

‘Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease – known as emphysema in the old days.’

‘Trust you to get something that has the word COP in it.’

‘Aye, I feel like I drew a winning ticket there.’

[Name Withheld] sat with arms folded, alongside his solicitor. The room was stuffy and Dean had removed his jacket but kept his waistcoat on. It boasted a fob watch on a gold chain, just when Rebus thought he couldn’t dislike lawyers more than he already did.

There was so much energy emanating from the various groupings, Rebus could feel it as a physical force, pushing against him. He knew he was looking at the future, but also that the futures these various young people imagined for themselves might not work out the way they hoped. There’d be tears and traumas along the way, mistakes made, promises broken. Sime would marry their sweethearts and live to regret it, Others would break apart. A few would trouble the police in later years. There’d be early deaths from disease and maybe even a suicide or two, Right now, none of that would seem feasible to them, They were alive in and of the moment ~ and that was all that mattered.


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May 2022 in Retrospect: What I Read/Listened to/Wrote About

The quick-and-dirty version of this post is: I read or listened to 24, with 3,878+ pages or the equivalent (there was an Audible Original there, so the page equivalent would be 250-350 more), and the average rating was 3.58. Not a spectacular month, but a good one. Quicker-and-dirtier version: I read Don’t Know Tough this month, along with a few other (mostly good) things—it was a good month.

It was also an ambitious month on the writing front—hopefully, that continues.

Enough with the preamble, here’s what happened here in May:
Books/Novels/Novellas Read/Listened to

The Knave of Secrets Rosebud Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
3 Stars 2 1/2 Stars 3.5 Stars
The Cartographers Repentance Funny Farm
4 1/2 Stars 3 Stars 3 Stars
Revenge Tour Right Behind Her Lifesign
3.5 Stars 3.5 Stars 3.5 Stars
Conjured Defense The Doctrine of Scripture The Traitor's Heir
3.5 Stars 4 Stars 3 Stars
Nothing to See Here This is Going to Hurt Heroic Hearts
4 Stars 3.5 Stars 4 Stars
Augustine of Hippo Don't Know Tough Magic Kingdom for Sale–Sold!
3.5 Stars 5 Stars 3.5 Stars
Jacked Black Nerd Problems In a House of Lies
3 Stars 4 Stars 4 Stars
What Is Christianity? A Line to Kill A Snake in the Raspberry Patch
4 1/2 Stars 3 Stars Still Deciding

Still Reading

The Story Retold Faith & Life You Are Not Your Own
Attachments

Ratings

5 Stars 1 2 1/2 Stars 1
4 1/2 Stars 2 2 Stars 0
4 Stars 5 1 1/2 Stars 0
3.5 Stars 9 1 Star 0
3 Stars 6
Average = 3.58

TBR Stacks/Piles/Heaps

Audio E-book Physical Goodreads
Want-to-Read
End of
2021
9 45 42 144
1st of the
Month
6 45 42 144
Added 3 9 3 1
Read/
Listened
3 2 5 4
Current Total 6 53 40 141

Breakdowns:
“Traditionally” Published: 19
Self-/Independent Published: 5

Genre This Month Year to Date
Children’s 0 (0%) 1 (1%)
Fantasy 4 (17%) 15 (14%)
General Fiction/ Literature 2 (8%) 6 (6%)
Mystery/ Suspense/ Thriller 9 (38%) 43 (39%)
Non-Fiction 3 (13%) 11 (10%)
Science Fiction 1 (4%) 9 (8%)
Theology/ Christian Living 4 (17%) 17 (16%)
Urban Fantasy 1 (4%) 12 (11%)
“Other” (Horror/ Humor/ Steampunk/ Western) 0 (0%) 1 (1%)

Review-ish Things Posted

Other Things I Wrote
Other than the Saturday Miscellanies (7th, 14th, 21st, and 28th), I also wrote:


Enough about me—how Was Your Month?

May Calendar

Highlights from April: Lines Worth Repeating

Highlights from the Month
Here’s a collection of my favorite phrases/sentences/paragraphs from last month that I haven’t already used for something. (I will skip most audiobooks, my transcription skills aren’t what they should be. But when I try, the punctuation is just a guess).

Kaiju Preservation Society

Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi

“I like land,” I said. “I don’t drown there.”

“You know we’re an animal rights organization.”

“Right.”

“It’s a little like saying the CIA is a data services company.”

“Any dietary restrictions?”

“I tried being a vegan for a while, but I couldn’t live without cheese.”

“They have vegan cheese.”

“No, they don’t. They have shredded orange and white sadness that mocks cheese and everything it stands for.”

“That thing looks like H. P. Lovecraft’s panic attack.”


Citizen K-9

Citizen K-9 by David Rosenfelt

Pete and Andy, along with their other friend Vince Sanders, basically limit their conversations to throwing insults at each other. They never get offended; I think it’s more of a competition. They’re like high school kids without the potential for future growth and maturity.

We make our plans, which are not particularly complicated, Basically Marcus and Laurie will shoot anyone who tries to shoot me first. We are quite the strategists.

I tell Dani that I’m taking Simon for a quick walk. I don’t tell her that we’ll be back in a couple of minutes or not at all. It seems like I spend half my time not telling Dani about life-threatening things that I’m doing; maybe that’s a sign that I should adjust my lifestyle.


Under Lock & Skeleton Key

Under Lock & Skeleton Key by Gigi Pandian

Fiction gets at the truth of life precisely because it can get at the most meaningful elements of true human experience.


Constance Verity Destroys the Universe

Constance Verity Destroys the Universe by A. Lee Martinez

She projected a 4D holographic equation. Just looking at it gave Tia a headache.

Reynolds said, “Hey, I think you missed a zero there.”

Bonita smirked. “I won’t be taking math advice from a species that still believes in the existence of the graviton.” She zoomed in on the equation and frowned. “Well, damn it.”

She started making corrections.


Amongst Our Weapons

Amongst These Weapons by Ben Aaronovitch

By now my Latin was getting quite good, proof positive that if you bang your head on a copy of Pliny the Elder eventually the Romans will seep in.

According to my therapist, attaching conditionals to your past is a classic distancing technique indicating an unwillingness to face your memories directly. Or, I pointed out, it could be a rhetorical device designed to add a humorous note to enliven a story. To which she said, “Or both.” You can’t win with therapists, you know. And even if you do, they just tell you it’s part of the process.


Ordinary Grace

Ordinary Grace by William Kent Krueger

I was a Boy Scout. Not a good one. I liked the general idea of being trustworthy and loyal and thrifty and brave and clean and reverent but the effort it took to hang in there with all those weighty virtues was usually more than I cared to muster. I learned some pretty good stuff though. Like how to sew onto my uniform the patches that went along with being a scout. I wielded a mean needle.


Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City

Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City by Author

One of those here-today-gone-tomorrow freak cults you get in the City says that the way to virtue is loving your enemies. I have no problem with that. My enemies have always come through for me, and I owe them everything. My friends, on the other hand, have caused me nothing but aggravation and pain. Just as well I’ve had so very few of them.

I rarely ask for suggestions, because, when I do, people tend to make them.

Of the people, by the people, for the people. I can’t remember offhand where that quote comes from; it was something to do with some bunch of wild-eyed idealists overthrowing the tyrant so they could become tyrants themselves. No good will have come of it, you can be sure. The people; God help us.

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April 2022 in Retrospect: What I Read/Listened to/Wrote About

I’m running a day late with this, but it’s that kind of week (I’m just glad I got to this before Friday). In April I finished 23 books, for 5904 pages (or the equivalent), and I gave them an average of 3.8 stars. That’s nothing to sneeze at–a better month than March, too. And that’s with two books under 3 stars.

This month was longer than I realized it was, looking over the list of books from this month, I was thrown a couple of times–I read that this month?

So, here’s what happened here in April.
Books/Novels/Novellas Read/Listened to

Duckett & Dyer: Dicks For Hire What Are Christians For? Kaiju Preservation Society
4 Stars 4 1/2 Stars 5 Stars
Citizen K-9 Under Lock & Skeleton Key Fight and Flight
3.5 Stars 3.5 Stars 3 Stars
Dead in the Water Constance Verity Destroys the Universe Instruction in Christian Love [1523]
4 Stars 4 Stars 4 Stars
Meat is Murder How to Be Perfect Amongst Our Weapons
4 Stars 4 Stars 4 1/2 Stars
Force of Nature The Cutting Season Old Made New
4 Stars 4 Stars 4 Stars
Blessed Are the Bank Robbers Goodbye, Things Ordinary Grace
2 1/2 Stars 2 Stars 4 Stars
Face to Face with God Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City The Return of the King
3.5 Stars 3.5 Stars 5 Stars
Taming Demons for Beginners Of Claws and Fangs
3 Stars 4 Stars

Still Reading

The Story Retold Faith & Life Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
Repentance: Turning from sin to God

Ratings

5 Stars 2 2 1/2 Stars 1
4 1/2 Stars 2 2 Stars 1
4 Stars 11 1 1/2 Stars 0
3.5 Stars 4 1 Star 0
3 Stars 2
Average = 3.8

TBR Stacks/Piles/Heaps

Audio E-book Physical Goodreads
Want-to-Read
End of
2021
9 45 42 144
1st of the
Month
7 47 43 145
Added 3 3 3 2
Read/
Listened
4 5 4 3
Current Total 6 45 42 144

Breakdowns:
“Traditionally” Published: 19
Self-/Independent Published: 4

Genre This Month Year to Date
Children’s 0 (0%) 1 (1%)
Fantasy 2 (9%) 11 (13%)
General Fiction/ Literature 1 (4%) 4 (5%)
Mystery/ Suspense/ Thriller 6 (26%) 34 (40%)
Non-Fiction 3 (13%) 8 (9%)
Science Fiction 4 (17%) 8 (9%)
Theology/ Christian Living 4 (17%) 13 (15%)
Urban Fantasy 3 (13%) 11 (13%)
“Other” (Horror/ Humor/ Steampunk/ Western) 0 (0%) 1 (1%)

Review-ish Things Posted

Other Things I Wrote
Other than the Saturday Miscellanies (2nd, 9th, 16th, 23rd, and 30th), I also wrote:

Enough about me—how Was Your Month?

Highlights from March: Lines Worth Repeating

Highlights from the Month
Here’s a collection of my favorite phrases/sentences/paragraphs from last month that I haven’t already used for something. (I will skip most audiobooks, my transcription skills aren’t what they should be. But when I try, the punctuation is just a guess).

Madam Tulip and the Rainbow’s End

Madam Tulip and the Rainbow’s End by David Ahern

Derry heard herself laugh lightly, in the way you do when a delightful compliment is paid you by a handsome Frenchman with eyes to die for. Any moment now, she would simper; she could feel one coming on. Thankfully years of actorly training allowed her to clamber back from the brink of inanity.

Jacko grinned happily as he pulled a pint of Guinness. He surveyed the place magisterially and winked at Derry. ‘I have found my true vocation,’ he announced loudly. ‘Art you may take or leave, and literature has outlived its usefulness. But here, assisting these good people in imagining themselves witty and wise, I am making the world a better place.’

‘But now, as you say, I am gainfully employed,’ continued Jacko. ‘Not in a mere job, but as a vocation. As a barman, I am playing my small part in saving the planet from seeing itself clearly.’

…Tulip felt the peace of knowing that the future could be befriended but never tamed.


Lives Laid Away

Lives Laid Away by Stephen Mack Jones

Tomás parked and we walked into the urinal cake and vomitorium that is Taffy’s (Nowhere Near to Being) on the Lake.

Summer freeway traffic in Detroit is enough to turn the Pope into a road-rage maniac.

As a former Marine and ex-cop, I was trained to effectively multitask even if there was a single mission with a single expected outcome. Because honestly: When has Plan A ever actually worked?


The Part About the Dragon Was (Mostly) True

The Part About the Dragon Was (Mostly) True by Sean Gibson

I always have a hard time telling the difference between a pitchfork being raised in anger and one being raised in joy.

“I’m not entirely sure they have running water in this… this… well, I was going to say backwater, but that would sort of undermine my point.”

“It’s funny,” I interjected, “and I don’t mean like ha- ha funny, but, like, interesting funny how you never hear about adventurers standing at the edge of a swamp trying to figure out exactly what disgusting smell it most resembles when bards are singing legendary tales.”


Spelunking Through Hell

Spelunking through Hell by Seanan McGuire

… when you’re already talking about people who have twenty-eight words for “wound” but only two for “friend,” you don’t want to deal with them when they get cranky.

The universe is full of giant snakes. Earth got off easy, since most of our snakes are too small to swallow people, but not everywhere has been that lucky. And some snakes are very nice people, not interested in eating anyone they can carry on a conversation with.


False Value

False Value by Ben Aaronovitch

It’s so much easier to lie when you’re telling the truth.

He’d obviously wanted to tell someone about it for a long time and I was a convenient here.

I get that a lot. Stephanopoulos calls it my secret weapon.

“It’s that vacant expression,” she’d said. “People just want to fill the empty void. “

Nightengale gave me a narrow-eyed look. “If needs must,” he said, “but I want you to be cautious.”

“Hey,” I said, “‘Cautious’ is my middle name.”

“But your first name is ‘Never-Knowingly’,” said Stephanopoulos.


Halo: The Fall of Reach

Halo: The Fall of Reach by Eric Nylund

The only reason they hadn’t drummed him out of the service was that the UNSC needed every man and woman they could get their hands on.

While on the Gorgon, he and the rest of Admiral Cole’s fleet had sped among the Outer Colonies chasing, and being chased by, the Covenant. After four years’ space duty, Lovell had seen a dozen worlds glassed . . . and billions murdered.

He had simply broken under the strain. He closed his eyes and remembered. No, he hadn’t broken; he was just scared of dying like everyone else.


Payback is Forever

Payback is Murder by Nick Kolakowski

Who knew what terrible things someone with a ventriloquist’s doll was capable of?

Miller sighed. Yet another band of hipsters refusing to die with the song still inside them. He applauded the effort, but why did they always choose his street corner for these late- night jam sessions?

Scott buried his head in his hands. “We’re so doomed.”

“Cheer up. There’s a lot of opportunity in doom.”

Beside him, the gray- haired woman boasted cheekbones sharp enough to slice glass. Her expression suggested malice, boredom, or a special mix of both.

A traitorous part of his brain tried bringing up all the ways he had failed over the past few days, until he forced it into silence. If you wanted to live through a job, you needed proceed without doubt. Especially if the plan was flawed.

…maybe he had this thievery thing all wrong. Give someone a gun, and they can rob a bank—but give someone a job in banking or government, and they can rob the whole world.


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