Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Unraveled Wednesday: 9/17/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with more rainbows. The scarf hasn’t changed much in appearance, except that there’s simply more of it now.

I’ve just started the second skein, and honestly, these cheerful stripes are so much more fun to knit than the lonely sock waiting in my knitting bag. The poor sock hasn’t seen a single stitch of progress. Maybe next week will be a calmer news week with fewer reasons to reach for endless rainbows.
 
 
I did finish two pretty good books this week. T. Kingfisher has a gift for twisting fairy tales into something both eerie and deeply human, and Hemlock & Silver is no exception. This reimagining of Snow White is less about poisoned apples and more about the slow, creeping corruption of power and secrets. Anja, our healer who drinks poison as part of her trade, is a wonderfully unconventional heroine - practical, stubborn, and brimming with curiosity about the natural world. Her mix of grit and compassion kept me rooting for her from the start.

As always with Kingfisher, the side characters shine just as brightly: the stoic guard, the insufferably entertaining cat, and of course, Snow herself, whose illness carries a haunting mystery. The mirror-world element gives the familiar Snow White tale a chilling twist. This adds a gothic, unsettling atmosphere that balances the earthy humor and warmth of Anja’s narration.

If I had a small quibble, it’s that the pacing drags a little in the middle, with some of Anja’s experiments feeling repetitive before the story pushes forward into the mirror realm. But the payoff is worth it - dark, tense, yet tinged with hope in the way Kingfisher does so well.

Clever, spooky, and surprisingly tender, Hemlock & Silver is perfect for readers who love fairy tale retellings with sharp edges. This was four stars for me. 

More Than Enough was another four star book. Anna Quindlen has always had a gift for writing about ordinary lives in a way that feels luminous. This is a novel that quietly gathers power as it explores the tangle of family, friendship, and identity.

Polly Goodman is such a deeply relatable character—an English teacher who balances the joys of her classroom, the frustrations of IVF struggles, and the comfort of her book club friends with an honesty that never feels forced. The book club itself is one of my favorite aspects of the novel: their banter and intimacy capture how sustaining long-term friendships can be. When a joking gift of an ancestry kit stirs up unsettling questions about Polly’s family history, Quindlen handles it not with melodrama but with nuance, reminding us that the past has a way of shaping our present in ways we don’t expect.

What makes the book especially moving is how it balances heaviness with light. Quindlen’s humor flickers through even in moments of grief or self-doubt, and her prose carries that clear, conversational tone she’s so well known for. The themes—what makes a family, how friendships evolve, how we redefine ourselves through change—are timeless, but here they feel both personal and fresh.

I enjoyed how many threads Quindlen successfully weaves together: Polly puzzling over how she might be related to her “niece,” navigating the medical ups and downs of IVF, watching her father’s heartbreaking decline into dementia, coping with the stresses of her teaching job, and wrestling with her lifelong conflicts with her mother. It’s a lot, but that is pretty much how life unfolds. Messy, layered, and never neatly contained. Quindlen captures it with warmth, wit, and an eye for important small moments.

The book shines in its portrayal of friendships, especially Polly’s book club, which feels wonderfully lived-in—like people you know, not just characters on a page. A few sections get weighed down by introspection, but overall the novel is deeply engaging, thoughtful, and beautifully written.

For readers who love stories about identity, family, and the sustaining power of friendship, this one is more than enough.

Thank you to NetGalley and Random House for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on February 24, 2026.
 

What are you making and reading this week?

 

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Read With Us: Discussion Time!

Today is the discussion day for our Read With Us summer book, The Friend by Sigrid Nunez. 

KymCarole, and I are each posting a discussion question or two on our blogs today, and you are welcome to respond in the comments. I would also encourage you to reply to others' comments if you choose.  This is a book discussion, after all, so there are no correct answers or right opinions. I've been looking forward to discussing this book. I'll make a confession; this was not my favorite book, but I don't know of a better bunch of people for a book discussion than all of you. 
 
Here are my questions: There is little in The Friend when it comes to drama; it's primarily a study of character and an exploration of ideas. Would more action have made a difference to you in terms of how you experienced the book? Nunez also includes a large number of quotations and stories from the works of writers. Are they well integrated into the novel? Did you enjoy them or find them distracting?
 
I'll be glad to share my thoughts about these questions tonight during our Zoom discussion. These questions on our blogs and the Zoom discussion are your chance to express your ideasSo what do you think? I can't wait to hear your thoughts! (And I'm counting on our discussion to give me fresh perspectives in my own thinking about this novel.)

The in-person Zoom discussion will be at 7:00 pm Eastern this evening. If you haven't RSVP'd to Kym already you can send me an email (the email address is in the upper right) and I will make sure you get an invitation with the Zoom link. I hope to see you there!
 

Monday, September 15, 2025

Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is a good day for some reflections on the Delaware River. 


 

 I hope your view of things today is a lovely one!

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Unraveled Wednesday: 9/10/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with a scarf in progress and not much more sock progress. Ryan approved the rib pattern, just as many of you did last week, and I've enjoyed working on it a lot this week. There is much more to go but I'm trying to do one rainbow repeat each day. I've gotten through four full repeats and started the fifth and am just approaching the end of the first skein. Sometimes my inability to count to three hampers progress but it's easy to see when I've made a mistake and correct it before I've knit too much more. 

The sock has been left to sit alone in a knitting bag for most of the week, but rainbows are more fun and what I find myself wanting to knit. I'm about halfway down the foot on the first sock, but the shortie socks are small enough I will still be able to finish them well before Christmas. 

My reading was interesting this week. This Book Made Me Think of You was a lovely surprise. I don’t usually enjoy books categorized as romances, so I went in with tempered expectations, but Libby Page hooked me with the premise and the emotional depth behind it. Tilly is grieving the loss of her husband, Joe, when she discovers he has left her a year’s worth of books to guide her through life without him. What unfolds is less a straightforward love story and more a tender exploration of grief, resilience, and most importantly, the transformative power of books.

I especially loved the way Book Lane, the fictional bookshop, became a character in its own right. The book-inspired adventures and Tilly’s journey gave the story freshness, and I found myself jotting down some of the real-life reading recommendations to try. The romance thread with Alfie, owner of Book Lane, is gentle and quietly hopeful, but what stayed with me most was how well Page captured the idea that books can help carry us through even the darkest times.

On a personal note, I couldn’t help wishing my own partner knew me well enough to curate a stack of books just for me. He is not a reader and knows very little about my reading life, but that element added to the poignancy and charm of the book. 

A heartfelt, bookish novel that made me smile and appreciate books even more. Thank you to Berkley and Edelweiss for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on February 6, 2026. There is a current Goodreads giveaway if you are interested. 

What are you making and reading this week?

 

Monday, September 8, 2025

Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is a good day to say hello. 


 I hope your week is off to a lovely start!

Friday, September 5, 2025

Haiku Friday

 I wrote a few more haiku that I like and thought they might be worth sharing.

As a hopeful girl
you always dreamed of being
beautiful Glinda
 
 

Complete happiness
Caught a silver inconnu
in the blue Yukon
 
Wishing you a weekend full of whatever you might need most! 

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Unraveled Wednesday 9/3/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with the start of another pair of socks and some rainbow scarf swatching. 

I cast on for another pair of shortie socks for Jess in inverse colors and I've knit the heel flap, turned the heel, picked up the gusset stitches, and decreased all the gusset stitches. Now it's just plain round and round knitting on the foot until the toe and I'll have a finished sock. 

I finally just asked Ryan what he thought about the previous rainbow scarf swatch and it's a good thing I did. 

 He was okay with the colors but didn't like the idea of a double-sided scarf. I was knitting a tube mainly so I didn't have to worry about the scarf curling but he would prefer a single thickness.  

I decided to see what the stripes and colors looked like in a cartridge belt rib as it makes a squishy, double-sided, non-curling scarf. I'm not personally thrilled with it but I'll ask Ryan what he thinks when I see him later this week. If he's not impressed with this attempt, I may try a simple stockinette with a seed stitch selvedges on both sides. I will probably also ask him to draw exactly what he had in mind so then I can try to make that happen. I ordered some yarn in saturated rainbow colors that I may end up using. That will work for wider, more distinctive stripes which I think is what he may have in mind and I won't be constrained by the self-striping yarn. 

While I was fiddling around with rainbows this week, I finished three books, two ARCs and one dependable Chief Bruno. 

Emily R. Austin has a gift for writing characters who feel both flawed and endearing, and Is This A Cry for Help? is no exception. Darcy, a librarian returning to work after a mental breakdown, is the kind of narrator who draws you in with her mix of vulnerability, wry humor, and hard-earned resilience. I appreciated how Austin balances the personal—Darcy’s grief over an ex, her loving but imperfect marriage, her struggles with guilt and mental health—with the broader, very timely issue of book-banning and the fight for intellectual freedom.

The novel does a lovely job of highlighting the quiet power of libraries as community spaces, while also showing how messy and complicated personal healing can be. Darcy’s relationships, especially with her wife and her colleagues, felt authentic and sometimes a little raw in the best way.

That said, the pacing meandered for me at times, and a few sections dipped into repetition, but overall the warmth of Austin’s writing carried me through. I closed the book feeling hopeful, grateful for the messy humanity on display, and reminded of why libraries (and stories like this one) matter so much.

If you enjoyed Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, you’ll find the same darkly funny, tender voice here—tempered with even more growth and heart.

Thank you to Atria Books and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on January 13, 2026.
 

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Good Intentions had a strong setup: grief, sisterhood, and the unsettling pull between strangers who meet in a hospital waiting room. The writing was immersive at times, and the premise promised a layered exploration of loss and obsession.

But for me, the execution didn’t quite deliver. Cady’s spiral felt more repetitive than tense, and instead of building suspense, it often circled the same ground. Her delusional fixation could have been compelling, but I found myself more frustrated than intrigued. By the time the predictable twist showed up in the last chapter, I was mostly just ready to finish so I could look away.

There is an interesting voice here, and Walz does create an atmosphere that captures the messiness of grief, obsession, and mental health. It just didn’t grip me as much as I’d hoped. Two and a half stars rounded up because it does have an intriguing cover. 

Thank you to St. Martin's Press and Netgalley for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on February 3, 2026. 

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This third entry in the Bruno, Chief of Police series continues to build on everything that makes the books so enjoyable—lush descriptions of the Dordogne, the blending of food, wine, and community life, and the balance between small-town policing and wider political intrigues.

The mystery this time centers around truffles, smuggling, and old intelligence connections, and while the premise occasionally veers into the unlikely, Walker keeps it engaging with his evocative sense of place and careful pacing. The story broadens St. Denis’s horizons, weaving in international ties and darker undercurrents, yet never losing the warmth of Bruno’s kitchen or his devotion to his neighbors.

What stands out most, though, is Bruno himself. Even in just three books, he’s evolving from the contented small-town policeman of the first novel into a character with increasing depth and responsibility. His personal relationships and his sense of justice are becoming more nuanced, and Walker shows how Bruno adapts as his cases grow more complicated. That growth makes him a compelling anchor for the series.

A little heavier on politics and intrigue than the earlier installments, Black Diamond still offers the perfect mix of mystery, atmosphere, and character development. Fans of Bruno will find plenty here to savor.
 

What are you making and reading this week?

 

Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Let Them Eat Bread!

I was thrilled to receive a small Pullman pan (9"x4"x4") for my birthday. (Thanks, Jill!) Since my kitchen turns into an oven of its own during the summer, I hadn’t had the chance to actually use it yet, not wanting to add more heat by turning on the oven.

But we’ve been having a stretch of cool nights and warm (but thankfully not humid) days lately, so it felt like the perfect time to finally bake some bread and test out my new pan. At first, I thought about just scaling down the recipe I usually make for my 13" Pullman, but in the end I decided to give the King Arthur recipe a try.

Everything went smoothly—mixing, kneading, the first rise—until I let it go a little too long on the second rise. I had to punch it down a bit to get the lid on, which I’m pretty sure kept it from getting that nice oven spring. Even so, the bread is delicious, and it makes excellent toast. 

 
I actually think this smaller pan might be more practical since there are just two of us. Next I'll be trying a few other white bread recipes, and then a cinnamon swirl loaf, and after that maybe some oatmeal bread. From the looks of it, this pan should be perfect for just about any yeasted recipe that calls for three cups of flour—so I’ll be happily testing that theory in the months ahead.
 
 
Hope your week is off to a good start, ideally with something tasty on your table too!

Friday, August 29, 2025

A Few Books

I read four five books this week so I'm sharing my thoughts. 


I’ve enjoyed several of Fannie Flagg’s novels in the past—her warmth, humor, and ability to capture small-town quirks usually shine through. Unfortunately, Something to Look Forward To, a collection of short stories, didn’t land the same way for me.

The premise is fun enough: bite-sized tales about everyday Americans finding unconventional ways to deal with life’s challenges, often through humor and resilience. But the execution felt more inane than insightful. Many of the stories struck me as too silly or cartoonish, without the depth or heart I’ve come to expect from Flagg. The characters skimmed the surface rather than becoming people I could really root for, and the repeated attempts at quirkiness sometimes came across as forced.

There were a few moments that made me smile, and the light tone might appeal to readers looking for pure fluff or a distraction. But compared to her novels, this collection felt like an afterthought—more of a patchwork of gags than the warm, engaging storytelling I know she’s capable of.

If you’re a longtime Flagg fan, you might find a little comfort in her familiar voice here. But if you’re new to her work, I’d recommend starting with one of her novels instead. Two and a half stars, but I just can't round up. 
  


Clumsy Beauty is a sweet and uplifting collection, full of warmth and encouragement. Kennedy’s poems are short, hopeful, and often accompanied by charming illustrations that match the book’s spirit of self-acceptance. The focus on imperfection as a form of beauty is timely and encouraging, and I appreciated the overall positivity of the collection.

That said, many of the poems felt very closely tied to the author’s own emotions and experiences. While this makes them heartfelt, it also limited their resonance for me. I was hoping for a broader, more universal appeal—something that would invite me in more fully rather than feeling like I was overhearing someone else’s private reflections.

As a result, this is a nice book to dip into for a quick dose of positivity, but it didn’t quite leave a lasting impact. Readers looking for a gentle reminder of self-worth and a celebration of quirks will likely enjoy it more than those seeking depth or universality in poetry.
 Three stars from me. 

What My Mother Gave Me, edited by Elizabeth Benedict, is a thoughtful anthology of essays by women writers reflecting on a gift—sometimes physical, sometimes intangible—that they received from their mothers. The range is wide: from heirlooms and recipes to gestures, habits, or life lessons. What emerges is a portrait of the complex, layered relationships between mothers and daughters—relationships that are rarely simple and often deeply moving.

The collection shines in its variety of voices. Some essays are tender and heartwarming, while others are raw, even painful, showing that gifts can carry both love and ambivalence. The honesty of contributors like Lisa See and Ann Hood stood out to me, and I appreciated how the book didn’t shy away from the complicated or bittersweet aspects of maternal bonds.

That said, the quality of the essays is uneven. A few felt more like sketches than fully realized reflections, and the tone could sometimes drift into sentimentality. I also found myself wishing for a bit more editorial framing to weave the collection together more cohesively. 

Overall, this collection isn't flawless, but it’s rich with moments of recognition and resonance. Anyone interested in mothers, daughters, and the ties between them will find something to connect with here. 
This was another three star book for me. 

 

The Dark Vineyard, the second installment in the Bruno, Chief of Police series was a thoroughly enjoyable read. Walker once again brings the Dordogne region of France to life with such affection and detail that it almost feels like you’re wandering the vineyards, shopping the local markets, and sitting down to meals that linger long into the evening. The sense of place is easily one of the strongest features of the book.

The mystery this time centers on a suspicious fire and the larger question of how globalization and modern industry threaten the traditions of small-town life. Bruno is a charming and thoughtful detective—more interested in preserving harmony in his beloved St. Denis than in enforcing the letter of the law. His diplomacy, intuition, and love of his community make him such a refreshing main character.

The plot does unfold at a gentle pace, with more attention given to meals, friendships, and village politics than to fast-moving suspense. That may frustrate readers who want a tightly wound thriller, but for me, it’s part of the series’ appeal. There’s a warmth and humanity here that balances the darker elements of the crime.

I gave this four stars because while I adored the setting and characters, the resolution of the mystery felt a bit rushed compared to the careful buildup. Still, the book left me satisfied and eager to continue with the series. Anyone who loves a mystery wrapped in atmosphere and community will find much to savor here.

I was excited to pick up The Magician of Tiger Castle because I’ve loved Louis Sachar’s Holes ever since I read it with my kids and was curious to see what he would do with a novel written for adults. The premise—a struggling kingdom, a princess in peril, and a down-on-his-luck magician—had a lot of charm and whimsy, and I could definitely see flashes of the clever storytelling that made me a Sachar fan in the first place.

While this is marketed as an adult novel, it read much more like YA or even middle grade fantasy to me. The characters are sweet but not very layered, and the conflicts often feel simplified rather than complex. I enjoyed the light, fairy-tale atmosphere, but I found myself wishing for more depth in the world-building and the moral dilemmas.

Overall, it’s a cute, imaginative story that might work well if you go in expecting something light and fanciful. But if, like me, you were hoping for a more mature novel from Sachar, this may not quite deliver.

I hope your Labor Day weekend (if you’re in the US) is off to a great start, and that somewhere between the hotdogs, hamburgers, and swimming, you find a little time to enjoy a good book.

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

Unraveled Wednesday: 8/27/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with the end of a project and the beginning of another one. 

Ta-da! A finished pair of socks for Jess for Christmas.


I got tired of photographing my knitting on our dry, crispy lawn, so I chose the ivy bed as my background. It hasn't suffered from the drought quite as much. 

The new project on my needles has a little bit of a backstory. When I was working on my rainbow socks, Ryan casually mentioned that he’d love a rainbow scarf for Christmas. Since my kids rarely never ask me for knitted things, I jumped on the opportunity and went hunting for yarn right away.

I placed a pre-order about six weeks ago—it was supposed to ship in three, but of course, it took twice as long. When it finally arrived, I’ll admit I was a little taken aback. In the shop photo it looked like a classic ROYGBIV rainbow, but the skeins I received had a very different vibe. For a couple of days I debated reaching out to the dyer, but in the end I decided to just cast on and see how it knit up.

Now that I’ve got a bit of fabric on the needles, I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about it … but it’s growing on me. Sometimes yarns really come to life only once you’ve got some “real estate” knitted, so I’ll keep going and see how it looks as the scarf takes shape. I'd love to hear what you think!

I finished four books this week so I'll post my thoughts about them on Friday. 

What are you making and reading this week?

Monday, August 25, 2025

Sometimes Monday ...

... calls for tackling the zucchini mountain. We’ve been absolutely inundated, and while I’ve already made zucchini bread and fritters—and stashed away 20 cups of grated zucchini in the freezer for winter baking—I still had eight medium-to-large ones staring at me from the fridge.

I’ll admit, I briefly considered the classic “leave some in the neighbors’ cars” trick, but instead I searched for recipes that use a lot of zucchini. That’s when I found this casserole. Nothing fancy, but it calls for nine cups of grated zucchini, which sounded perfect. I actually ended up with 11 cups, so I tossed in an extra egg and it worked out just fine.

I used pepper jack cheese because that’s what was on hand, but I’m already dreaming of trying gruyere or havarti next time. Since zucchini doesn’t have much flavor on its own, it happily takes on the taste of whatever cheese and seasoning you add.
 

So tonight: zucchini casserole for dinner, zucchini bread for dessert. Honestly, meals like this make me think I could live quite happily on a vegetarian diet… at least for a while.
 
I hope your week is off to a good start and make sure to lock your cars. You wouldn't want somebody leaving zucchini on your front seat! 

Friday, August 22, 2025

Haiku Friday

Kym’s emotional rescue post really struck a chord with me. It inspired me to try writing a few haiku of my own, and I was surprised by how much fun it was—and what a refreshing little pause it gave me from my usual day-to-day worries.

I’m not sure if I’ll make “Haiku Friday" a regular thing but I enjoyed the process so much that I thought I’d share the two I came up with. I used a couple of my photos as prompts, and the words just seemed to flow naturally.

So here I am, happily seconding Kym’s idea: write a haiku! Whether you feel like sharing one in the comments or just jotting one down for yourself, I hope it brings you the same bit of calm and joy it gave me.

 

quiet and silent
curled up spotted fawn hiding
in a tiny ball  
 
 
 
pink glaze shining bright,
sprinkles whisper sweet secrets
a bite waits for joy

 



Thursday, August 21, 2025

A Gathering of Poetry: August 2025

It's the third Thursday of the month so I'd like to welcome you to A Gathering of Poetry. I know I just shared a Billy Collins poem with you last month, but I've got another one that's just too good not to share now, as summer camp season is ending. A friend and I were talking about making lanyards (we actually remembered how!) and this poem just miraculously showed up. I did make several of these for my mother, although never out of boredom, and I was convinced they were beautifully crafted and infinitely useful.

(I'll try to choose a different poet for September!)

The Lanyard
by Billy Collins 
 
The other day I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room,
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.

No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one into the past more suddenly—
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.

I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.

She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,
laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light

and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.

Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift—not the worn truth

that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hand,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.

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Collins, Billy, “The Lanyard”, The Trouble With Poetry: and Other Poems, 2005.

You can read more about Billy Collins here.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Unraveled Wednesday: 8/20/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with some small sock knitting progress. I'm working on a small sock and there is a small amount of progress. 

 
The first sock is done and I even made myself weave in ends and graft the toe. The second sock is just barely past the ankle ribbing but it's started. 
 

I received the yarn that I ordered to knit a Christmas present, so I'm anxious to finish this pair of socks for Jess and cast on for the gift. Depending on how that goes, I may cast on a second pair of shortie socks for Jess in inverse colors. 

I finished two books this week. Wild Dark Shore is an atmospheric, slow-burning story that blends survival, family drama, and eco-thriller elements against the stark, haunting backdrop of Shearwater—a fictional remote island on the edge of Antarctica. Charlotte McConaghy has a gift for crafting setting as character, and the bleak isolation of the island is evident on every page. The descriptions of the storms, the encroaching sea, and the seed bank itself are immersive and often beautiful.

Rowan, the mysterious castaway, is a compelling figure. Watching her tentative bond with the Salt family—fractured, lonely, and desperate for connection—was one of the novel’s strengths. The interplay of secrets and distrust builds tension nicely, especially as Rowan and Dominic circle one another with wary curiosity.

That said, the pacing sometimes falters. Much of the middle leans heavily on atmosphere and introspection, which creates mood but can feel repetitive. The characters, while layered, don’t always feel fully realized, and the revelations at times arrive more conveniently than convincingly.

Still, McConaghy raises urgent questions about climate change, resilience, and the fragile balance between trust and survival. Wild Dark Shore isn’t flawless, but it’s a memorable, windswept read that lingers after the last page. Three and a half stars rounded up.
 

The Impossible Thing is an especially original mystery. Belinda Bauer has a gift for taking unusual subjects and spinning them into taut, page-turning mysteries, and The Impossible Thing is no exception. The novel begins in 1926 with a haunting scene on the cliffs of Yorkshire, where desperate men risk their lives to steal rare seabird eggs. From there, Bauer bridges past and present, weaving a story that combines historical intrigue with a modern-day crime.

Patrick Fort stumbles into a case that seems small at first—an apparently simple robbery—but it quickly expands into something far stranger and more dangerous. The stolen object, a scarlet egg in a carved case, connects the present to a century-old legacy of obsession, cruelty, and greed. Bauer balances suspense with thoughtfulness here, raising questions about the human drive to collect, to own, and to risk everything for beauty.

What I enjoyed most was the subject matter of collecting eggs (I had no idea!) and how seamlessly Bauer blended the dual timelines. The historical passages on egg collecting are vivid, atmospheric, and at times harrowing, while the contemporary storyline provides momentum and wit. Patrick is both prickly and compelling, and his relationship with Nick adds warmth to the darker undercurrents of the plot.

If I have one tiny quibble, it’s that the pacing occasionally falters—there are moments when the narrative lingers a bit too long on background or exposition—but Bauer always manages to pull the story back into sharp focus.

Overall, The Impossible Thing is an inventive, intelligent thriller that marries history, natural history, and crime in a way that feels both surprising and deeply satisfying. A strong recommendation for anyone who enjoys mysteries that step outside the ordinary.
 This one was four stars for me. 

What are you making and reading this week?

 

Monday, August 18, 2025

Another Quote From Justin

Back in June, I wrote about a quote Justin had shown me and I wondered what it might mean. You helpfully provided some interesting answers and gave me plenty to think about. I've got another quote from Justin today.

 
This one is a little easier to grasp than the last quote. To me, it’s a reminder that real confidence and self-worth come from within—not from other people’s approval. Justin has been dealing with some challenges at work lately, and he said starting each day with this thought has actually helped him stay grounded. Ryan has some things going on this week, so I've passed it along to him. 
 
I've found it's helping me, too—at least a little. I may not be able to control the world burning around me, but I can choose to act like a thoughtful, rational, moral, and decent human who still gives a damn. Nugget, of course, always carries herself like royalty, so this regal photo felt like the perfect companion to the quote. 
 
I hope your week is off to a strong start—and may you keep striding through it like the absolute queen you are. 👑

 

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Unraveled Wednesday: 8/13/25

I’m joining Kat and the Unravelers this week with a little unraveling and a little sock progress. A couple of weeks ago I mentioned my watermelon sock yarn, and I finally cast on with it—planning to make shortie socks for Jess. That’s when the unraveling began, both literally and in my head.

First attempt: knit the cuff in the watermelon yarn. Didn’t like how the “seeds” (the black speckles) looked in ribbing. Rip. Second attempt: cuff in solid green, then straight into the heel flap after only three rows of watermelon yarn. Didn’t like how the seeds looked in my usual eye of partridge heel. Tried solid green for the heel—looked silly with just those three watermelon rows in between. After the third unsuccessful attempt, I admitted defeat. The watermelon yarn is in time-out.
 
 
While putting it away, I spotted some bright green yarn that matches Jess' new scrubs, along with some purple yarn I’d wound ages ago. Inspiration struck! I cast on shortie socks with the green for the cuff, purple for the foot, and I’ll probably go back to green for the toe. The second sock will match—but if time allows, I might knit another pair with the colors reversed for fun. (You know how quickly I knit in my mind, even if real life is slower!)
 

I also finished and grafted the second sock of my blue-and-green striped pair, which I love almost as much as my rainbow socks. Now I just need some crisp fall weather to wear them.
 
 
Reading-wise, I caught up with the books I've finished on Monday. I'm currently reading The Impossible Thing and The Friend (our Read With Us selection), so I'll probably be sharing my thoughts about them next week.  
 
What are you making and reading this week?


Monday, August 11, 2025

Books: Part II

I hope you've had a good weekend and that it included reading something good. I'm here today with some more of my thoughts on books I finished recently.


Family Drama by Rebecca Fallon is an ambitious, emotionally layered novel that straddles the line between glitzy soap-opera glamour and quiet New England melancholy. At its heart is Susan Bliss—soap star, mother, enigma—whose life and death shape the trajectory of her fractured family.

Fallon sets a striking opening scene: a Viking funeral on a snowy beach, two bewildered children watching their mother disappear into the water. It’s a bold start and full of promise. The novel then shifts between timelines and perspectives—tracing Susan’s passionate, bifurcated existence between L.A. stardom and New England motherhood, while also following her twins, Sebastian and Viola, into adulthood.

There’s a lot to admire here: vivid prose, clever structure, and emotionally sharp moments. Sebastian’s longing and artistic obsession with his mother feel tender and well-realized. Viola’s storyline—particularly her entanglement with her mother’s old costar—is messier, and sometimes uncomfortably so.

That said, Family Drama occasionally buckles under its own weight. The narrative momentum falters in places, and Susan herself—though often described as dazzling—feels more like a symbol than a fully inhabited character. The emotional payoff promised in the beginning is somewhat diluted by the novel’s more theatrical flourishes.

Overall, this is a solid, evocative read that touches on fame, family, memory, and identity. For fans of literary fiction with a dramatic flair, Family Drama is worth picking up—but be prepared for a slow burn rather than a soap-worthy explosion. This was three stars for me (despite the great cover).

Thanks to Edelelweiss and Simon & Schuster for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on February 3, 2026. 


Sarah Moss’s Ripeness is a quiet, layered novel that weaves together two timelines with characteristic intelligence and restraint. Set partly in 1960s rural Italy and partly in present-day Ireland, the novel follows Edith—first as a dutiful teenager sent to assist her pregnant sister Lydia through a complex and emotionally fraught birth, and later as a mature woman navigating a friend's unexpected family revelation.

Moss is at her best when writing about the subtleties of obligation, memory, and the undercurrents in female relationships. The sections in Italy are especially evocative, filled with tension, sunlight, and the heavy silence of things left unsaid. Edith's youth and the decisions she’s asked to carry out on behalf of others create a sense of unease that lingers well into the present-day narrative.

However, while the prose is typically sharp and the themes compelling—particularly the question of who gets to make life-altering decisions and why—the novel occasionally feels underdeveloped emotionally. The present-day plotline, involving Maebh’s surprise sibling and Edith’s role in unearthing that family mystery, doesn’t land with the same weight as the earlier story. There’s a detachment that makes it hard to fully invest in the characters' current dilemmas. Some of this may be due to the fact that the book feels overstuffed. Lots of issues are mixed up in this book—it deals with refugees, migration and immigration, Jewishness, rape culture, abortions, Irishness, the Magdalene Laundries, the war in Ukraine, toxic ballet culture, and much more. It often felt like too much and made Edith a frustrating character.

A thoughtful, readable novel that explores the long reach of the past, Ripeness doesn’t quite deliver the emotional payoff it promises, but Moss’s elegant writing and insight into the lives of women still make it worth the read.

Thank you to Farrar, Straus and Giroux and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on September 9, 2025. 


Isola is a beautifully written survival story rooted in historical truth and elevated by Allegra Goodman's lyrical prose. Inspired by a real sixteenth-century woman who was abandoned on an island as punishment for an illicit relationship, the novel imagines what inner strength, longing, and faith might look like when stripped of society, family, and even hope.

Marguerite begins the novel as a privileged young woman—an heiress raised to expect comfort and refinement. But after a series of betrayals by her guardian, she finds herself exiled to a remote, frozen island. What follows is not just a story of physical survival, but a spiritual and emotional reckoning.

Goodman’s writing is spare and evocative, especially when describing the stark beauty and brutality of the natural world. The island becomes a character in its own right—merciless, isolating, but also strangely liberating. Marguerite’s transformation from ornamented girl to self-reliant woman is subtle but deeply felt, and her voice—narrating from a place of endurance rather than drama—is compelling in its restraint.

Some readers might find the pacing slow or the emotional register too muted, but for me, the novel’s quiet intensity made it all the more powerful. It doesn’t sensationalize Marguerite’s suffering, but it doesn’t look away from it either. Instead, Isola invites us to sit with loneliness, resilience, forbidden love, and the aching clarity that can come when everything else is stripped away.

A contemplative, moving book that lingers after the final page. Recommended for readers of literary historical fiction and survival narratives with emotional depth.
 This was a solid four stars for me. 

 

Maggie Smith’s A Suit or a Suitcase is an introspective, tender, and at times disorienting collection that blurs the lines between mind and body, past and present, self and world. Smith has a gift for crafting images that feel both fragile and sharp-edged, offering moments of clarity that catch you off guard. Many of the poems linger in that liminal space between what we know and what we can only guess at—asking questions about identity, continuity, and the limits of human perception.

That said, while the language is often gorgeous and contemplative, the book can feel somewhat diffuse. The thematic repetition sometimes risks dulling its impact, and a few poems felt more like sketches than fully realized pieces. Still, when Smith’s words and ideas land, they land well, and the best moments have the kind of quiet resonance that stays with you long after you’ve closed the book.

Not every poem here will speak to every reader, but for those who appreciate meditative, thought-tinged verse and a willingness to explore uncertainty, this is a collection worth spending time with—whether you’re in a suit, a suitcase, or somewhere in between. Three and a half stars rounded up. There is a Goodreads giveaway for this book if you're interested.

Thank you to Washington Square Press and Edelweiss for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on March 24, 2026. 

I'm grateful that I enjoy reading so much as it provides an escape, a respite, and it's also educational. I hope you have a good book in your hands or your ears and are also experiencing all the benefits that reading can provide.