I’m happy to join Kat and the Unravelers today. I'm still working on the same dish towels, adding more rows slowly but surely.
What are you making as August winds down?
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Striving to be highly reasonable, even in the face of unreasonableness. Reading, knitting, and some alcohol may help.
I’m happy to join Kat and the Unravelers today. I'm still working on the same dish towels, adding more rows slowly but surely.
What are you making as August winds down?
Ravelry links:
For the Read With Us Lounge, we spend a lot of time talking about books we love. But every now and then, an interesting question comes up: What actually makes a book good?
It sounds like a simple question, but the more you think about it, the harder it becomes to answer. Is a good book beautifully written? Does it need to move us emotionally? Should it surprise us with something we've never encountered before? Is a book better if we want to read it again or if it challenges us the first time through? Maybe the most interesting answer is that a “good” book doesn't have to succeed in just one way
Some books stay with us because of the sentences themselves. We pause over a phrase, reread a paragraph, or find ourselves thinking about a particular image days later.
Beautiful language can make an ordinary moment feel extraordinary. It can create atmosphere, reveal character, or make us notice something about the world that we hadn't noticed before. Sometimes, we love a book simply because we love being inside its prose.
But does beautiful writing automatically make a book good? Probably not. A gorgeous sentence can't necessarily rescue a story that leaves us cold.
Then there are the books that make us feel.
We may laugh, cry, become angry, feel unsettled, or recognize ourselves in a character. Sometimes a book changes our understanding of an experience we have never personally had.
Emotional impact can be powerful, but it is also deeply personal. One reader may be devastated by a novel while another barely reacts. Does that mean one reader is “right” or is the emotional experience itself part of what makes reading so subjective?
We often praise books for being original. We want ideas, characters, structures, or perspectives that feel fresh.
But originality is complicated. Very few stories are completely new. Writers are always borrowing, adapting, responding to, and reinventing what came before. Sometimes the most impressive books aren't the ones with entirely new ideas, but the ones that take familiar ideas and make us see them differently.
Perhaps originality isn't about inventing something from nothing. Perhaps it's about making something familiar feel new.
Here's another test: Would you read it again?
Some books are thrilling on a first read but don't necessarily call us back. Others seem to become richer each time we return to them. On a second or third reading, we notice foreshadowing, hidden details, patterns in the language, or meanings we couldn't have seen before.
But rereadability isn't the only measure of quality. Some books are difficult, painful, or exhausting, and we may be grateful we read them once without ever wanting to read them again. A book doesn't necessarily have to be comforting or enjoyable to be worthwhile.
Which brings us to another tricky question: Does a good book have to be difficult?
There's a temptation to equate difficulty with seriousness or intelligence. We sometimes assume that if a book takes effort to understand, it must be more valuable than one we read quickly and easily.
But reading pleasure matters, too. A book can be deceptively simple and still be profound. A straightforward story can contain enormous emotional or philosophical depth. Maybe difficulty is best understood not as a measure of quality, but as one possible kind of reading experience.
Maybe the answer depends on what we ask a book to do.
A good book might give us language we want to savor. It might make us feel something deeply. It might challenge our assumptions, introduce us to an unfamiliar perspective, or make an old idea feel new. It might reward rereading, or simply give us an unforgettable experience the first time.
And perhaps the most important thing is that “good” doesn't have to mean “universally enjoyable.”
A book can be beautifully written and not be for us. A novel can have brilliant ideas but fail to move us. A book we adore might be one that another reader finds tedious. Those differences aren't necessarily a problem. They're part of what makes a reading community interesting.
So this summer, instead of asking only Did you like it?, we can try asking a few different questions:
What did this book do well?
What did it make you feel or think about?
What, if anything, will stay with you?
Would you read it again? Why or why not?
And perhaps the best question of all:
What makes you call a book “good”?
I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Bring your favorite book, your most controversial opinion, or the book you can't stop thinking about, and let's compare our definitions of “good.”
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Thank you for your participation in the RWU Lounge. We we weren't exactly sure if our "anti-book bingo" idea would work but you have helped to make it a rousing success with your thoughtful comments and discussion, no matter what the topic was. As a small token of our appreciation, we'd love to send you a thank-you gift. If you're comfortable sharing your mailing address, please send it to me via email (highlyreasonableATgmailDOTcom) and we'll get your parting gift on its way in a bit. Thanks again; we really appreciate your commitment to our "No Rules. Just Fun!" philosophy.
I read several books this week. It was a good week for reading, given our 90 degrees plus weather combined with oppressive humidity.
I really liked the premise of The Treasure House.
A single mother and her young daughter buying a neglected house
overflowing with decades of accumulated belongings has all the
ingredients for a cozy, emotionally satisfying story. Watching someone
slowly reclaim both a home and a life can make for a compelling read.
For
me, though, the execution made it clear that I'm probably not the
target audience. This is a perfectly pleasant romance, but many of the
obstacles are resolved so easily that the story never felt especially
grounded. Zoe sees the house, makes one phone call to the owner, another
to the bank, and suddenly she's a homeowner. The many challenges of
rehabilitating a rundown house are similarly smoothed over with the help
of an endlessly supportive circle of friends and neighbors. Even major
jobs, like putting up storm windows during a coastal storm, seem to come
together with surprising ease.
The romance was equally
predictable. As soon as the somewhat taciturn owner of Jake's Hardware
and Lobster Shack appeared, it was obvious where that storyline was
headed. Predictability isn't necessarily a flaw. Sometimes it's exactly
what you're looking for in a comfort read, but there weren't many
surprises along the way.
I did enjoy the small mystery
surrounding the previous owner, Marly, and the parallels between her
life and Zoe's added some emotional depth. Florence was also a charming
presence, bringing warmth and optimism to the story.
Overall, The Treasure House
is an easy, feel-good novel that offers a comforting escape. While I
wanted a little more realism and complexity in both the home renovation
and the relationships, readers looking for a cozy romance with a hopeful
message and a satisfying happy ending will likely find plenty to enjoy
and a welcome respite from the news. Three stars.
This book was just not meant for me in so many ways.
I went into Heather hoping that its setting in the New Jersey Pine Barrens would make this
mystery especially appealing. Unfortunately, the setting wasn’t enough
to overcome the many elements that I tend to struggle with as a reader.
There are multiple storylines, a nonlinear timeline, a mixture of
second- and third-person narration, a protagonist who often seemed
frustratingly incompetent, and a web of relationships so confusing that I
found myself trying to construct a family tree just to keep everyone
straight.
More troubling for me was the repeated failure of the
adults in this community to protect the young women at the center of the
story. Police officers, parents, teachers, and other authority figures
repeatedly miss or fail to act on things that seem like they should have
raised serious red flags. I kept wondering how so many adults could
fail these girls so thoroughly and so repeatedly.
I can
appreciate what Caitlin Mullen was attempting to explore: how difficult
it can be to know the truth about another person's life, how memory and
perspective shape our understanding of the past, and how a community can
carry the consequences of long-buried secrets. There are some genuinely
disturbing and heartbreaking ideas here.
But as a reading experience, I found Heather
confusing rather than compelling. The structural choices that may work
beautifully for other readers mostly kept me at a distance from the
characters and the mystery. I wanted to enjoy this one, mainly because
of the Pine Barrens setting, but unfortunately the setting couldn't make
up for the rest of the book for me. Two and a half stars.
I’m happy to join Kat and the Unravelers today with a good start on the newest dish towel.
When I finish a book, I don't necessarily want to be devastated. I don't need shocking plot twists, morally bankrupt characters, or another reminder that people can be greedy, corrupt, and dishonest. I can get all of that and more evil by reading the news for about thirty seconds.
Instead, I've found myself gravitating toward books that leave me feeling ... better. Not because they're saccharine or unrealistic, but because they remind me that kindness still exists. That decency matters. That ordinary people can choose compassion and doing the right thing over selfishness.
I'm talking about books with good and honorable characters. Not perfect characters. Those are usually boring. I mean people who make mistakes, struggle, doubt themselves, and sometimes fail, but who keep trying to do the right thing anyway. The kind of characters who make you think, I wish this person lived next door and I wish I knew them in real life.
There's something deeply comforting and even restorative about spending a few hundred pages with people who treat one another with generosity, loyalty, humor, or quiet courage. Their worlds may still contain grief, disappointment, or hardship, but the stories never leave me feeling cynical. Instead, they remind me that goodness hasn't disappeared.
Maybe that's why many of us return again and again to authors like Anne Tyler, James Herriot, or Fredrik Backman. Their books don't pretend life is easy. They simply insist that even difficult lives can be filled with grace, forgiveness, friendship, and small acts of kindness. These stories don't ignore reality; they balance it.
Some books that have given me this feeling include The Shell Seekers, All Creatures Great and Small, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, and A Man Called Ove. None of them pretend life is perfect. They all contain loss, disappointment, and hardship. But they also remind me that integrity, kindness, and generosity are still worth celebrating, and sometimes that's exactly the kind of story I need.
Sometimes I think we underestimate the value of hope in literature. We praise books that challenge us or break our hearts, and they certainly have their place. But I also think there's real literary merit in a novel that quietly restores your faith in people. In a world that often feels loud, angry, and exhausting, reading can become more than entertainment. It can be a way of reminding ourselves of the kind of people we want to be and the kind of world we'd like to help create.
So my question this week is a simple one:
What book(s) left you happier than when you started?
Not because everything worked out perfectly. Not because it wrapped everything up with a neat little bow. But because spending time with those characters made you feel just a little more hopeful about humanity. I'd love to add a few more of those books to my ever-growing TBR pile.
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Thank you for your participation in the RWU Lounge. We we weren't exactly sure if our "anti-book bingo" idea would work but you have helped to make it a rousing success with your thoughtful comments and discussion, no matter what the topic was. As a small token of our appreciation, we'd love to send you a thank-you gift. If you're comfortable sharing your mailing address, please send it to me via email (highlyreasonableATgmailDOTcom) and we'll get your parting gift on its way in a bit. Thanks again; we really appreciate your commitment to our "No Rules. Just Fun!" philosophy.
I read a couple of books this week. They were both 3.5 stars which normally makes me think "meh", but both of these had some interesting things going on.
Laurie
Notaro's (no relation to Tig) collection of essays captures the strange stage of life where
you're juggling aging parents, your own aches and pains, and the
realization that you have somehow become the adult in every situation.
Her observations are often exaggerated for comedic effect, but they're
rooted in experiences that will feel familiar to many readers.
As
with most essay collections, some pieces landed better than others. A
few had me smiling more than laughing out loud, while others showcased
Notaro's wonderfully dry, self-deprecating wit. I especially enjoyed her
sharp sense of humor and the way she finds comedy in everything from
office politics to getting older and all the indignities that come with
it.
The biggest compliment I can give I've Got a New Complaint
is that it made me want to read more of Laurie Notaro's work. If her
other books have the same blend of wit, honesty, and humor, I'll happily
pick up another one. Three and a half stars.
The novel is structured as a collection of vignettes,
with each chapter focusing on a different person affected by the alert.
Some stories resonated with me more than others, but together they
create an interesting portrait of a community and the complicated
relationships that exist beneath everyday life. Vincent Yu does a
thoughtful job showing how one brief moment of panic can expose years of
buried resentments, regrets, and unspoken feelings.
I found
myself imagining what I would do if I received a message like that. One
of the characters, Nina, uses what she believes are her last moments to
send a cruel text to her daughter. I simply couldn't relate to that
reaction. I'd like to think my instinct would be to call or text my own
kids to tell them I loved them and hope for the best. That contrast made
me reflect on the choices the characters make and what those choices
say about them.
While I appreciated the novel's ambition and its
exploration of second chances, the vignette format kept me from becoming
deeply invested in many of the characters before moving on to the next
perspective. A few storylines lingered with me long after I finished,
while others felt less fully developed.
Overall, this is a
thoughtful and compassionate debut that asks compelling questions about
love, regret, forgiveness, and what truly matters when we believe time
has run out. It didn't completely win me over emotionally, but it
certainly gave me plenty to think about, and I'll be interested to see
what Vincent Yu writes next. Three and a half stars, but I think it would be absolutely wonderful to talk about books with Obama!
Now I'd love to know what you're reading!
I’m happy to join Kat and the Unravelers today with a third completed dish towel. Now the stack I envisioned gifting to Ryan is real.
It's still hot and rainy so I won't be sitting outside stitching a badger anytime soon. Instead I've just cast on for another dish towel, but using a different yarn and pattern. Nested Squares in CotLin is an easy pattern with a nice yarn and should keep me happily knitting dish towels for another month or so. I thought I ordered the yarn in a deep purple, but this Sagebrush doesn't look the least bit purple. I might have to remedy that.