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!
I went into Sophie, Standing There by Meg Mason expecting something sharp, funny, and emotionally insightful, and to be fair, it does deliver on some of that. Sophie is an immediately sympathetic character: gentle, withdrawn, and quietly struggling in ways that feel recognizable and real. Mason has a gift for capturing the interior life of loneliness, and there are moments of genuine wit and poignancy scattered throughout.
One of my favorite aspects of the novel was its deep immersion in the literary world. I loved all the references to books, publishing, and especially to authors themselves. They loom large in Sophie’s life, not just as creators but as emotional anchors. The portrayal of a reader’s relationship to a beloved writer felt incredibly authentic, capturing that peculiar blend of admiration, intimacy, and dependence that can form across the page. Those elements added a richness and specificity that really elevated the reading experience for me.
That said, I found myself increasingly frustrated with the pacing. I enjoyed the story, but it felt like it took forever to get anywhere. Much of the novel lingers in Sophie’s inner world without enough forward momentum, and while that may be intentional, mirroring her stagnation, it sometimes makes the reading experience feel stuck rather than immersive. I kept waiting for a shift, a spark, or a deeper development that would push things forward in a meaningful way.
The premise, especially Sophie’s attachment to the author who becomes a kind of emotional lifeline, is compelling and full of potential. When the book focuses on that idea, it’s at its strongest, exploring the strange intimacy between reader and writer in a thoughtful, almost tender way. But those moments are somewhat buried beneath repetition and a narrative that circles more than it progresses.
Overall, this is a thoughtful and occasionally moving novel with a strong central character, and a love letter of sorts to the literary world, but one that might have benefited from a tighter structure and a bit more narrative drive. I’m glad I read it, but I can’t help feeling it didn’t quite live up to what it could have been. (But Meg Mason is the author and I am clearly not!) Three stars.
Thank you to Edelweiss and Harper for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on September 8, 2026.
I was immediately captivated when a friend mentioned that she was reading Swimming With Turtles and I ended up enjoying this memoir even more than I expected. Susan Baur has a gift for translating the quiet act of snorkeling in Cape Cod ponds into something genuinely adventurous. Her descriptions of the underwater world are so vivid that it often feels as though you're swimming alongside her, peering beneath lily pads and scanning the shadows for painted, musk, and snapping turtles. She captures both the beauty and the thrill of discovery in a way that made me appreciate an ecosystem I'd never given much thought to.
The memoir is also about grief, aging, patience, and learning to pay closer attention to the natural world. Baur's love story and the loss that follows add emotional depth without overwhelming the central joy of her observations. I especially appreciated how her fascination with turtles evolved into environmental stewardship, reminding us that wonder often leads to caring.
I have to admit that I'm still slightly terrified of muddy pond bottoms and snapping turtles, too, but this book somehow made me want to grab a snorkel and see what I've been missing beneath the surface. That's a testament to Baur's enthusiasm and powers of observation.
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!












