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Striving to be highly reasonable, even in the face of unreasonableness. Reading, knitting, and some alcohol may help.
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Hello and welcome to my penultimate Read With Us Lounge post. One of the things I’ve been trying to do as part of the Read With Us Lounge this summer is expand my reading. Not read more books, but read differently, especially books by people whose lives and experiences are very different from my own.
That raises an interesting question: Do books have to be “relatable” for us to enjoy or appreciate them? We hear that word all the time when people talk about books. I really related to this character. It was so relatable! Sometimes that connection is exactly what makes a book meaningful. It can be comforting to recognize ourselves in another person’s experiences, thoughts, fears, or mistakes. But I wonder if we sometimes ask too much of books when we expect them to reflect our own lives.
One of the books that first made me think about this was Wild Game by Adrienne Brodeur, which the Read With Us group read back in 2020. Brodeur’s memoir describes a complicated relationship with her mother and the enormous secret she was drawn into as a teenager. Her family dynamics, choices, and experiences were very far removed from my own life. And yet I found the book fascinating. I wasn't fascinated because I recognized myself in Brodeur. I was captivated because she gave me a window into a life I had never experienced, and into the complicated ways people can love one another, hurt one another, and become entangled in one another’s choices.
This summer, I’ve read several other memoirs that have taken me well outside my own experience. Sober Mom by Elizabeth Jannuzzi introduced me to the experience of a suburban mother struggling with alcohol addiction. Homeschooled by Stefan Merrill Block gave me a glimpse into a childhood and family structure very different from anything I knew. And Little Princesses by Marion Crawford offered a fascinating look at life inside the British royal family through the woman who served as governess to Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret.
I am not a homeschooled royal alcoholic. The only thing I really have in common with these authors is that I am a fellow human being. And maybe that is enough.
Reading about people whose lives are completely different from ours can be a reminder that we don't need to have the same experiences in order to recognize something of ourselves in another person. We can recognize fear without having experienced the same thing that frightened someone else. We can understand loneliness without having lived the same kind of loneliness. We can recognize love, shame, jealousy, grief, ambition, regret, or hope even when the circumstances surrounding those emotions are completely unfamiliar. That may be one of the great gifts of reading.
A book doesn't always have to say, “This is just like my life.” Sometimes it can say, “This is nothing like my life, but now I understand a little more about someone else's.” And that seems especially valuable right now. It is very easy to make assumptions about people whose lives look different from ours. We can reduce someone to a label, an experience, a mistake, or a set of circumstances we don't understand. But spending several hours inside someone else's story can make that person more complicated, more human, and harder to dismiss.
Does reading automatically make us more empathetic? Probably not. But I think it can give empathy somewhere to begin. I will never understand exactly what it is like to be an alcoholic (hopefully), to be homeschooled, or to grow up in the royal household. But after reading these books, I have a little more understanding of people who have lived those lives. And perhaps the next time I encounter someone whose experiences are completely different from mine, I'll be a little less quick to judge.
What about you? Tell me about a book that expanded your empathy precisely because it felt unfamiliar. What did you learn from entering a life that was very different from your own? Did reading about that experience change the way you thought about the people who live it? And, just as importantly: Do you think a book needs to be “relatable” for you to love it?
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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 have three ARC reviews for you this week. I've been trying to blog about them closer to their publication dates so you can place a hold at your library if you are interested. That seems far better than telling you about them three to six months before they are even published!
If I have one small criticism, it's that the reflective passages occasionally linger a bit longer than I wanted, slightly slowing the momentum. Even so, Swimming with Turtles is a thoughtful, immersive memoir that celebrates curiosity, resilience, and the rewards of slowing down long enough to truly see the world around us. A wonderful read for nature lovers and anyone who enjoys memoirs that quietly inspire. Four and a half stars rounded up.
What impressed me most was Cline's
ability to make David's experience feel immediate rather than merely
observed. Instead of describing dementia from the perspective of family
members or caregivers, she invites us into David's shifting
consciousness. Memories surface without warning, conversations lose
their shape, familiar places become strange, and time itself refuses to
behave. It's disorienting, but intentionally so, creating a reading
experience that gives what I imagine to be a shockingly realistic sense
of dementia.
Despite the heavy subject matter, there are flashes
of dry humor and moments of surprising tenderness. As David reflects on
childhood, family, career, regrets, and small moments that linger long
after larger accomplishments have faded, the novel quietly asks what
remains of a person when memory begins to disappear. This question
stayed with me even after I finished the book and I will be thinking
about this one for a while.
This wasn't an easy or particularly
fast read for me. The stream-of-consciousness narrative can be
repetitive, occasionally confusing, and difficult to follow. I often
found myself going back several pages to try and make sense of what was
happening. But the style ultimately serves the story very well, drawing
the reader into the confusion, fear, and fleeting moments of clarity
that define David's final journey.
Switzy is an
enveloping, compassionate novel that offers what a deeply imagined
glimpse of dementia might feel like from the inside. It's haunting,
thought-provoking, and unlike anything else I've read on the subject.
Thank you to NetGalley and Random House for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on September 8, 2026.There is a Goodreads giveaway for this four-star book if you are interested.
Now I'd love to know what you're reading!
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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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.