A Year of Reading: 2024

I'm never quite sure how to review my year in reading, but I'm happy with what I've done in the past couple of years, so I think I'll stick with it. I set an arbitrary goal of reading 50 books on Goodreads back in January, but the number of books I read isn't terribly meaningful to me. This fall and winter there seemed to be lots of enticing books recommended by various Goodreads friends and also available from my libraries, so I kept borrowing and reading. And then reading some more. Goodreads tells me I've read 104 books so far, but I'm still reading two books right now and I'm not sure if I'll finish them tonight. And like I said, numbers aren't what really matter to me. 

It's the enjoyment of the books, what I've learned, and where the books have transported me that matters most to me. I don't want to bore you with numbers, statistics, and ratings, so I'm just going to write about some of my highlights. The links will take you to Goodreads so if you are so inclined, you can read more about the books and decide if they might be for you. 

Some of the books I've enjoyed the most include:

The War That Saved My Life by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

Leonard and Hungry Paul by Ronan Hession

The Wedding People by Alison Espach

Table for Two by Amor Towles

Tell Me Everything by Elizabeth Strout

 

A few of the books I have learned from:

Meditations for Mortals by Oliver Burkeman

Small Rain by Garth Greenwell

Frostbite: How Refrigeration Changed Our Food, Our Planet, and Ourselves by Nicola Twilley

Knife: Meditations After an Attempted Murder by Salman Rushdie

Sing Like Fish: How Sound Rules Life Underwater by Amorina Kingdon

 

Special books that transported me:

Memorial Days by Geraldine Brooks

Horse by Geraldine Brooks

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig

The Bright Sword by Lev Grossman

The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver

That last category is a little bit different. I think of it as books that made me want to keep reading along with those that took me to different countries, places, and times, even if I didn't end up awarding the book too many stars. That's how I ended up with a memoir, a book that's a mix of a linguistic treasure trove and a philosophical journey, and fantasy together in one list. 

For the sake of some conciseness (and because I don't want to bore you!), I've limited my list to 15 of my favorites. This is not exhaustive by any means, especially because it only includes about 15% of the books I read. The books I'm currently reading are This Is Happiness by Niall Williams and Winter Morning Walks by Ted Kooser. This Is Happiness is a reread before I start Time of the Child. I think these are all wonderful books to both end my 2024 reading year and begin 2025.

 

I would love to hear about the book(s) you enjoyed in 2024, what you are reading now, or the ones you can't stop thinking about. I need to make sure I've got some good books lined up for 2025, and many of the best recommendations come from you! Some books slated for publication in 2025 that I am really looking forward to are The Correspondent by Virginia Evans, More or Less Maddy by Lisa Genova, and The Names by Florence Knapp. Here's to another enjoyable, educational, and immersive year of reading for all of us in 2025!

 

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A reading reminder: The Zoom discussion for our current Read With Us book, Intermezzo, is scheduled for next Tuesday, January 7, 2025, at 7:00 pm Eastern time. You can RSVP (by email or in a comment) to Kym, Carole, or me and let us know that you'll be attending. You can find my email in the upper right hand corner. Thanks and I hope to see you there!

Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is a day to clean up the blog. I haven't changed anything visible, but many times when I think of a possible blog post topic, I'll start a new post, write a few notes, and save it in case I think of something new to add to and turn it into a real post. I usually just date them January first of the next year, but that means when I was approaching the end of this year I had a bunch of saved possible post ideas, interspersed with real ones, like Unraveled Wednesday and Read With Us posts. 

It was time to clear things out and start fresh with real posts. But that means you will be missing out on reading some some "interesting" topics. (I'm pretty good at clearing things out when all that's involved is clicking on a trash can icon.) Here are some of the titles I've just deleted:

Frugal vs cheap - This one came about after a discussion that John and I had about how he always buying the cheapest thing. I wrote a note that said, "When the time you waste or the quality of life you lose are worth more than you save in money," but that's it. John continues to buy things based on how much they cost, even when his shop is full of broken tools that he's had to replace with better quality ones. 

Underwhelmed -  When the pandemic was pretty much over and we started eating out again, we were often disappointed. Both ingredients and staff were in short supply and prices had skyrocketed. I really felt it after I had paid $35 for a barbecue chicken pizza and was complaining to Justin about it. He said that he was often underwhelmed when he and Jess went out, but there wasn't much more to say about the topic. 

Old Rusty Hunks of Metal -  I'm not sure what I was thinking with this one, other than I had found a couple of old rusty hunks of metal while digging in the garden. I was intrigued, but all I wrote was, "I have an appreciation for old rusty hunks of metal. Today I'm going to share a few with you, and even if most of you are left wondering "what the hell?" at least one person might get it." I'm sorry that none of you got the opportunity to appreciate my old rusty hunks of metal. 

Coping - I started this one after the election, but never got any farther than the title. I sincerely hope that you're all coping and maybe even thriving. 

Difficult Things - I think this was related to Coping. I did write, "We have done hard things before, and we will do more hard things in the future, and with any luck at all we will find tiny things to celebrate along the way. Even if today feels impossible." This doesn't have quotation marks in my draft, but I may have read it somewhere. 

Silly Google Knitting Autocompletes - If you type "knitting" into the Google search box, here are some of the things Google returns.

• Who is the most famous knitter? Audrey Hepburn, but I think the real answer should be Eleanor Roosevelt or Elizabeth Zimmerman
  
• What is one sentence for knit? Huh? I don't understand the question. 
• What does the slang knitting mean? Another headscratcher.
• Who is the queen of knits? Sonia Rykiel, but I had never heard of her. 
• What is the most popular knitting pattern ever? The answer is Fair Isle knits or Lopi sweaters, but I think Hitchhiker should be a contender.  

 

 

I'm sorry you missed out on these exciting blog posts, but you did get a small taste of some of the not-too-thrilling topics. I'll be back tomorrow with My Year in Reading, which I hope is a little more interesting than Old Rusty Hunks of Metal.

Unraveled Wednesday on a Tuesday: 12/24/24

Today is Christmas Eve, but it's also Unraveled Wednesday on a Tuesday for me. I won't be posting tomorrow, but Unraveled Wednesday is kind of an anchor to my week, so I hate to miss it even though there isn't an official linkup this week. 

I'm just knitting (slowly) on John's Westerly hat. It definitely won't be done before tomorrow but that's okay. He will most likely say I've knit him enough hats and I'm quite enjoying the cables, so it will be done when it's done. I also wound the Tunis yarn that I'm going to use for some fingerless mitts for myself. 

There was plenty of VM in the yarn, but I think this crunchy yarn will make a nice warm pair of mitts. I'll probably cast on later this week. 

I finished a couple of books this week; the first was At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon. I read some of the Mitford series several decades ago, but a dear friend is reading them and I thought I might also welcome a return to Mitford. Reading this provided a brief respite from the real world (which sadly is not much like Mitford), but it's nice to think that a place and people like this can exist, even if it's fiction and not quite real life. Three and a half stars. 

The second one was Presumed Guilty by Scott Turow. Presumed Innocent is one of my favorite courtroom dramas, and one that I have re-read several times. I've read several of Turow's other books, but I jumped at the chance to request Presumed Guilty from Edelweiss as soon as I read that Turow had written another sequel featuring Rusty Sabich. Rusty is now 76 years old and chooses to defend his romantic partner's adopted Black son after he is accused of murdering his drug-addicted girlfriend. Rusty knows this could be a lose-lose situation, but Turow is one of the best at writing high stakes legal dramas. This long novel wasn't quite as gripping as the original Presumed Innocent, but I was still anxious to get through all 544 pages of suspense to reach the conclusion; the suspense continues even after the conclusion of the trial.

Thank you to Edelweiss and Grand Central Publishing for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on January 14, 2025. 

I hope you're all able to relax and enjoy whatever making and reading you've got going on this week. I'm wishing you all a Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Kwanzaa Blessings, a tasty National Eggnog Day (that's today!), or whatever you're celebrating. I hope it's merry and peaceful.

A Good Idea

I first wrote about this good idea 10 years ago, but I'm am still using them and thought it might be time to revisit the topic.

Christmas was always a fairly simple, easygoing holiday before I had children. I worked in various hospitals from Florida to New York depending on where we were living, and because hospitals never close, I worked on Christmas for 15 years. By the time we were celebrating our second Christmas with Ryan and Justin came along in 1993, it was slowly dawning on me that Christmas was becoming more complex and complicated. I did love orchestrating it for my young sons, but there's no denying that it took quite a bit of time and some late nights. I could see what the problem was but didn't have any good solutions.

I was browsing in the fabric store after that Christmas and chanced upon some Christmas fabric for $1.00/yard. I couldn't resist this incredible bargain, so even though I didn't have specific plans for it, I bought a bunch. On the way home it came to me - I would sew gift bags. Wrapping presents is one of the holiday-related chores that I don't enjoy one bit, and by spending some low-stress sewing time throughout the year, wrapping gifts would be as simple as popping them in a homemade bag and tying the ribbons.

I don't remember how many I sewed that first year, but they were such a success that I've been sewing bags almost every year since 1994. I enjoy choosing fabric and along the way I branched out into birthday bags.

I've amassed quite a stash of bags, but that way I almost always have the right size for any gift. When my sons are both settled on their own, I envision divvying up the bag stash and gifting the boys with their own bag collections. This hasn't happened ... yet. 

I've still got some fabric for a few more bags, but I haven't sewn any recently. This might be something to put on my list for January. 

We even save and re-use tags. I couldn't find any tags for Jess and Nugget, so they got new ones. I don't have good ideas every day, but this is one of my better ones and has worked wonderfully for me! 
 

Reading My Way Towards the End of the Year

There are still 11 days left before the end of the year, so these are not the last books I'll read in 2024. But because I read four of them this week, I thought they deserved a post of their own.

My Last Name was a pleasant, three star short story that I won from goodreads. The author tells the story of Lottie, 95 years old, infirm, and living in a care facility. She struggles with her memory, understanding exactly where she is, and who is with her, but she still clearly recalls important moments in her life. A longer book would have enabled me to better understand Lottie and her life, and while I found it a bit too religious, it was still a sweet end-of-life story. 

I was pleasantly surprised at how delightful the four stories in The Mistletoe Murder were (well, as "delightful" as murder can be). The prose was descriptive and made the settings easy to picture, and although each of the stories featured a murder, there wasn't any blood or gore. Dorothy Sayers wrote, "Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of innocent amusement than any other single subject." James was a master of this amusement and this Christmas-adjacent collection of stories is four-star evidence of her mastery. 

Our Wives Under the Sea is a quirky and original novel that for me was mainly about the process of grieving, even if the person we are missing may not actually be dead. Miri and Leah are married, and Leah finally returns several months after a deep sea mission that was thought to have been lost. Leah is present in physical form but it becomes clear that she is not the same person. In alternating chapters, Miri and Leah talk about their lives now and how it no longer resembles anything like what they had before. If you like clearcut details and endings in your novels, this book may not be for you as it's all quite confusing and uncertain. I'm not sure I would call the book enjoyable, but I have found myself thinking about it. It reminded me of the long, sad months that my mother was dying of breast cancer. I found myself grieving the mother I had known even as she was still lying quietly and uncommunicative but still breathing in the rented hospital bed, just as Miri had to grieve for Leah. Three and a half stars rounded up.

Horse by Geraldine Brooks is a beautifully written historical novel that masterfully weaves together themes of art, science, history, and race, all through the lens of an extraordinary race horse. Brooks uses this horse as a central figure around which she explores various narratives across time, blending the past with the present in a way that is both captivating and poignant.

The novel spans several timelines: the 19th century, during the time of the horse’s racing career; the early 20th century, when a painting becomes a symbol of race and power; and the modern-day search for the horse's origins. Brooks does an exceptional job of bringing these periods to life, making the historical aspects feel incredibly vivid and alive. Each timeline also explores deeper themes, from the complexities of slavery and racism to the enduring human obsession with beauty and mastery in both the artistic and sporting worlds.

What stands out most in Horse is the careful, nuanced exploration of race and its intersections with power. The narrative provides a vehicle for discussing the often painful history of slavery in America and the ways that race has shaped both history and culture. Brooks doesn't shy away from these uncomfortable truths, and her characters are rich, multifaceted, and deeply human in their struggles with identity, belonging, and ambition.

In terms of pacing, the book takes its time, which may not appeal to all readers, but it allows for a deep dive into both the historical and emotional elements of the story. The novel is meticulously researched, and it’s clear that Brooks has a deep respect for the story she’s telling. The prose is elegant and evocative, making it a pleasure to read even as the subject matter delves into difficult areas. While the novel is rich in detail, the multiple timelines occasionally felt a bit disjointed. This made the overall flow of the narrative feel uneven at times. But Horse is a remarkable work that offers so much more than a typical historical novel. It’s an insightful exploration of the ways that art, history, and race intersect as I think only Geraldine Brooks is capable of. It's even more extraordinary to realize that Brooks completed this book in the time after her husband Tony Horwitz died. Four and a half stars rounded up. 

 

What have you been reading lately? 

A Gathering of Poetry: December 2024

It's the third Thursday of the month so I'd like to welcome you to A Gathering of Poetry.

I've written several times here about how I worry about finding the "perfect" poem to share here. But it seems like the best poem often just presents itself. This month's poem was a present from Juliann, who sent me this one after I wrote about my blanket plan coming unraveled. I think it's wonderful and definitely want to share this one with all of you.

 

The Work of Happiness

by May Sarton

I thought of happiness, how it is woven

Out of the silence in the empty house each day

And how it is not sudden and it is not given

But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.

No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark

Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.

No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,

But the tree is lifted by this inward work

And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.

So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours

And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:

The old chest in the corner, cool waxed floors,

White curtains softly and continually blown

As the free air moves quietly about the room;

A shelf of books, a table, and the white-washed wall—

These are the dear familiar gods of home,

And here the work of faith can best be done,

The growing tree is green and musical.

For what is happiness but growth in peace,

The timeless sense of time when furniture

Has stood a life's span in a single place,

And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir

The shining leaves of present happiness?

No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,

But where people have lived in inwardness

The air is charged with blessing and does bless;

Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.

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Sarton, May. "The Work of Happiness". Collected Poems 1930-1993.1993: W. W. Norton & Company, Inc..

You can read more about May Sarton here. 

And a big thank you to Juliann!

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Unraveled Wednesday: 12/18/24

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers today with an FO - the completed Sparkly Hitchhiker. I was especially pleased with the finish since I feel like I won a gold medal for yarn chicken. I bound off with just 12 inches left, not enough for another row so I used every last bit of yarn possible. 

Ryan and John were in the room when I finished and while they didn't give me a standing ovation and break into applause, I know that you guys get it. 

This Hitchhiker has 56.5 teeth and is 79 inches long. I love to make my Hitchhikers long enough to wrap around my neck a couple of times, and because it's sparkly, I'm sure this one will be the perfect addition to my New Year's Eve attire. I will most likely be at home, but I'll be sparkly and warm. The photo above is one I took accidentally while I was getting up from arranging the Hitchhiker, but I like how it shows the sparkles so I couldn't just delete it.

This is the 29th Hitchhiker I've knit, which sounds a little obsessive (even to me). What can I say, Hitchhikers are my comfort knitting, so I almost always have one on the needles. Except for now! While I was looking for a pattern for fingerless gloves for my Tunis skein, I came across a hat that spoke to me. I've knit something for everyone except John for Christmas, so as soon as I finish typing here, I'll be casting on a Westerly hat (ravelry link) for him. He'll probably say he's got enough hats but the cables and braids called to me and it looks like it will be a fun knit. 

I read four books this week, so I'll post about them separately on Friday, but I'll be back tomorrow with A Gathering of Poetry. 

What are you making this week?

O, Christmas Tree

There has been some discussion of tinsel recently (from Carole and Vicki) and they've gotten me thinking about tinsel throughout my childhood. I was born in 1957, so we used real tinsel on our trees, the kind with lead in it. 

My father was almost a tinsel tyrant. After we decorated the tree with ornaments, he got out the tinsel and we all started carefully placing it on the branches, one strand at a time. That was fine for the first five minutes, but my sister and I quickly tired of one strand at a time and moved to the back of the tree where we could put on clumps of tinsel. After a few minutes, we were even more impatient and tried to get away with the Cardinal Christmas Sin of throwing tinsel at the tree. My father always noticed, reprimanded us, and gave us the annual lecture about how one strand at a time placed carefully and thoughtfully on each branch was the proper was to decorate. By this time my sister and I had often started crumpling the lead-based tinsel into balls to throw at each other.

But tinsel (properly placed!) did make our trees look like this:

"Real" tinsel was discontinued in 1972. I think my father stockpiled several boxes and we actually took it off the tree and tried to save it for a few years, but the strands broke and looked quite bedraggled. I wonder if I might have ended up a bit smarter if I hadn't been exposed to so much lead while decorating one strand at a time throughout my childhood and my sister throwing lead tinsel balls at me? I do kind of miss our tinsel-draped trees but this is my second year of not putting up a tree so there's nothing to put tinsel on. 

How about your trees - tinsel or not?
 

Dangerous Content Ahead!

Never fear, there isn't anything really dangerous in this post. It could be dangerous if you're concerned about healthy eating, your consumption of cake, or maybe your cholesterol level. But if you've got a bag of cranberries in your refrigerator or freezer, I have a delicious way for you to use them. 

I have a couple of recipes for Cranberry Cake/Pie in my recipe box. I've made them a couple of times, but I seemed to be the only one who ate it, and eating a whole cake (even if it is in a pie pan) by yourself is dangerous. So I haven't made either one for probably five years or more. But the other day I was perusing the King Arthur baking website and came across their recipe for Nantucket Cranberry Cake. Dinner was already in the crockpot (Venison Taco Soup if you want to make some good soup), but I was feeling the need for some type of slightly sweet dessert. So once I dug the bag of cranberries out of my freezer, I made this cake to satisfy my craving. 

 

And it's seriously good. I limited myself to one piece after dinner, but since I was writing this post, it seemed necessary for me to put a piece on a plate so I could take a photo. And once I had a piece of cake on a plate, I was pretty much committed to eating it. See how much I care about you guys and putting together posts with photos? I'm willing to eat a piece of cake for breakfast just so I can provide you with a better blog post. :-)

There is just something about the tart cranberries, buttery moist cake, and sugary topping that I find hard to resist. I might need to buy some coarse sugar and I'm wondering if the addition of orange zest or orange oil might be good. I didn't use walnuts because I'm not a big fan plus the fact that I didn't have any. I do like pecans so I might try them in place of the walnuts. So I've pretty much talked myself into making this cake again, maybe with some modifications. If you want to try an easy, delicious cake, maybe you want to try it, too!

Unraveled Wednesday: 12/11/24

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers today with some slightly different making than my usual. After looking at my pile o' presents, I realized that I didn't have anything for Nugget. I spent some time on YouTube (okay, quite a bit of time after I started watching cats riding Roombas) and found some ideas. So I'm sparing you another week with the Sparkly Hitchhiker and you get to see some sewing for a cat instead.

These are "kitty kickers", basically little pillows sewn and stuffed with polyester fiberfill and catnip. Nugget has one that she uses by flopping on her side, grabbing the toy and doing a cute little bunny kick with her back feet. I'm not sure how she feels about ribbons, so I made two with ribbons, and one without. John thought I was sewing pillows for Nugget to lay her head on, which I guess she could do if she wanted to. The plaid one is even nice and fuzzy.

Reading this week consisted of an average short story and an exceptional memoir. My Last Name was a pleasant short story that I won from goodreads. The author tells the story of Lottie, 95 years old, infirm, and living in a care facility. She struggles with her memory, understanding exactly where she is, and who is with her, but she still clearly recalls important moments in her life. A longer book would have enabled me to better understand Lottie and her life, and it was a bit too religious for my personal taste, but it was still a sweet end-of-life story.I gave it three stars.

It feels quite wrong to review the memoir of someone else's grief at the death of a spouse, but that is my task here. I read several reviews of Memorial Days and wanted to see if I would appreciate Geraldine Brooks' nonfiction writing as much as her fiction. I also knew that I didn't want to wait until the book was published in February, and I'm happy that I didn't have to. I found this to be every bit as good as her fiction writing.

Memorial Days recounts the time after Brooks' husband Tony Horwitz literally dropped dead on a Washington, D.C. sidewalk in May of 2019. The author tells the more immediate story of frantically trying to travel from their home on Martha's Vineyard to Washington and all the bits and pieces of what happened next. These chapters alternate with her thoughts and feelings after she has flown to Flinders Island off the coast of Australia to truly grieve three years later. Brooks and Horwitz met in journalism school and they lived and reported from many locations around the world before settling in Martha's Vineyard to raise their two sons. On Flinders Island she she writes about the varied ways other cultures grieve, such as Australia's Indigenous People, the Balinese, and the Iranian Shiites, and how she might move through similar practices herself.

The author enjoys some amount of privilege, like having the resources to fly to a sparsely populated island to process her grief, and having her cancelled health insurance reinstated because she had some connections and the right people were on her side. She writes about the consolation she and her son felt reading Tony's obituaries in The Wall Street Journal, The Washington Post, and The New York Times. But she also recognizes this and writes about it, noting that these are not things the average person is likely to benefit from. Brooks is honest about dying in the Unites States, from receiving the news from an exhausted and overworked resident, to the red tape involved in getting Tony's body released to a funeral home, to having her credit cards and health insurance cancelled because they were in her husband's name. Geraldine Brooks' memoir is every bit as good as her fiction writing, and now I need to reread Horse. I didn't realize that she was only half done writing that book when her husband died, which makes Horse an even more remarkable novel.

Thank you Edelweiss and Viking for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on February 4, 2025.

What are you making and reading this week?

I've Got a Plan

Correction: I had a plan, but it seems to have fallen apart. Last Friday, Mary wrote that she had ordered some royal blue alpaca/merino yarn to knit the Wavelength Wrap. She wrote, "1,200 yards of worsted weight yarn can weather a crisis. (right?!)" This got me thinking that maybe some new yarn could help me get through the cold winter months and any unfortunate events that might be happening on or around January 20th. 

 

I looked at lots of patterns and yarn, and finally decided that I needed to knit an afghan. I found a relatively easy pattern, appropriately called Look for Happiness (ravelry link). Designer Mary Lee from Fifty Four Ten Studio encourages knitters to "Look for happiness under your own roof,” to actively look for happy moments on ordinary days… within our own homes." That seemed like a great start to my plan, so next I looked for yarn. 

I settled on Berroco Vintage in a lovely dark green. It's machine washable,  contains wool, and Webs was having a 40% off Black Friday sale. I ordered enough to knit my chosen pattern and patted myself on the back for finding a yarn I liked so I could knit an afghan for a reasonable price. I ordered a 60" size 8 circular needle from Amazon and was pleased that my plan had come together so nicely.

Until Monday, when I got an email from Webs that my order had been cancelled. No explanation, no reason, just cancelled. They still had the yarn in stock so I was puzzled. I looked around for a different yarn, but many of them were prohibitively expensive. I decided to think about it for a while, and then Amazon delivered my circular needle. They had sent a size 4 instead of an 8, so my plan had been scuttled by two different sources. I know I could easily fix the plan, but paying quite a bit more for the yarn and reordering a needle made me seriously question whether I really wanted to knit an afghan. 

I got this lovely skein of 100% Tunis from Glenfiddich Farm the last time I visited my SiL. I intended to knit some warm fingerless mitts for myself with it, so now my plan has been modified. I'll wind this beautiful, squishy skein sometime before Jan. 20th, decide on a pattern, and be knitting by the 20th. This plan is completely doable, and mitts knit from wool from such adorable sheep (lambs are born with red fleece and their faces stay a reddish color) will surely help to make me happy.

Unraveled Wednesday: 12/4/24

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers today, with the Sparkly Hitchhiker still in progress. You've seen it quite a few times before and it looks pretty much the same except for more rows of garter and yarnovers. 

Sorry for the poor photo, but I'm taking pictures on Tuesday night and this is the best i could do. Never fear, you will probably see this Hitchhiker another time (or two). 

I was also looking through my Christmas pile and decided that I felt like weaving another potholder for Ryan. He has told me numerous times and quite emphatically that he has enough knitted items (hats, fingerless gloves, and scarves) and doesn't need any more. So I have made him more potholders than he probably needs or wants, but he can always put the extras in a drawer. He likes turtles and I had this idea for a pattern that would produce rows of turtles. I spent several afternoons this week trying to draft the pattern on paper, but finally gave up and just started weaving. 

I wove about 10 rows starting from the bottom and was feeling frustrated that it wasn't looking like I had pictured it. Then I turned the loom over, and there they were!

 If you look at the green rows, you can (hopefully) see four turtles in a row. They're kind of stylized, with just one green square for the head, five for the front legs and body, three squares for the main part of the body, five squares again for the back legs and body, and one square for the tail. I'm letting it sit on the loom for a night and it will bind it off after a day or so. Maybe I'll circle a turtle in a photo next week after it's bound off. It's not really a spectacular design accomplishment, but I was glad that I could weave a piece that looked something like I had imagined. 

I read a couple of books last week, one that wasn't really my cup of tea and an ARC that I enjoyed. I don't usually mind unlikable characters in fiction, in fact, sometimes they can add interest and reality to a tale. But that was not the case for me with Jane Gibson, protagonist of Colored Television. Jane is a biracial untenured college professor, struggling to finish her second novel that she's been working on for a decade, that her husband Lenny calls a "mullato War and Peace". Early on in the book there is a flashback to a party Jane has attended after she has consulted an “intuitive psychodynamic counselor with a specialty in racial alchemy,” (a psychic). He told her that she’s about to meet her future husband, a funny, tall, handsome Black man who would be wearing “West Coast shoes.” This is Lenny, a painter and the moral compass in the relationship. Jane lies to the people around her and to herself in order to portray herself as a better person than she really is when she tries to break into television writing. Appearances are important to Jane; her life revolves around race, parenting, money, and art, with never enough money or responsibility on Jane's part for any of these things. Her husband asks, "Ever think that instead of trying to be rich you should try not to be homeless?," when they need to leave their fancy house-sitting gig. Maybe it's because I'm not a big television watcher, but many of Jane's ideas for tv just sounded inane to me. Maybe that's just TV? Jane seemed far too malleable, taking on the personality and ideas of those around her and saying what she thought they wanted to hear. I wish that Lenny and their children had been developed more because they were far more interesting characters to me. I gave this one three stars.

I've enjoyed the four books by Curtis Sittenfeld that I've read, so I looked forward to reading this collection of short stories when it was offered to me. Show Don't Tell is a witty and insightful collection of short stories that delve into the intricacies of human relationships, self-perception, and the complexities of everyday life. Known for her sharp observations and emotionally resonant writing, Sittenfeld brings her signature style to this collection, exploring themes of love, loss, identity, and the human condition.

The title itself is a nod to one of the key principles of writing, and throughout these stories, the author masterfully shows rather than tells, allowing readers to experience the characters' emotions and struggles in a deeply visceral way. Her prose is clear yet nuanced, often leaving room for interpretation and reflection long after the stories have ended.

One of the collection's strengths is its diversity in both character and setting. From the perspective of a teacher navigating a complicated relationship with a student to a woman reckoning with her past during a reunion, Sittenfeld explores the complexities of individual experiences with remarkable empathy. Each story feels like a small window into a larger world, showing the quiet moments that shape people’s lives in subtle but profound ways.

While some stories are more reflective and contemplative, others are charged with a certain tension or urgency that keeps the reader engaged. The characters are flawed and relatable, and their journeys feel honest, poignant, and relatable.

Like most short story collections, several of these stories left me wanting more depth or a clearer resolution. There were one or two stories that ended so abruptly I wondered if I had missed the last page. But the last story, "Lost But Not Forgotten" was so good that I could overlook the few with sudden endings. In this story, we get to revisit Lee Fiora when she attends a reunion decades later at the boarding school Sittenfeld wrote about in Prep. I remembered that I liked Prep but didn't recall any details about why so I'm re-reading it now, decades later.

Overall, Show Don’t Tell is a four-star, beautifully crafted collection that will resonate with fans of literary fiction. The author's sharp eye for detail and her ability to weave complex emotional truths into every story makes this a highly recommended read for those who appreciate thoughtful, character-driven narratives.

Thank you to Random House publishing Group and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on February 25, 2025.

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