Sometimes Monday ...

... is a day to wonder what this might mean.

 

Justin was showing me some "cool quotes" he had saved on Instagram and this was one of them. I'm not exactly sure what it means, but I've found myself thinking about it a lot over the past couple of weeks. Sometimes I wake up wondering what it might mean, and other times it's the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. 

 

In order to stop thinking about it so much, I thought I'd ask, what do you think it might mean? It's a haunting quote and I'd like to have better understanding of it. 

 

Now if this is too much for a Monday morning, how about something a little simpler?

 

I'm well past midlife but I can definitely get behind knitting, birdwatching, and reading with cats! 

 

Thanks in advance, and I hope you have a good Monday! 

Things Are Looking Up

 

Today is looking so much better than the rest of the week. We had some rain and best of all, the temperatures have cooled down ... a lot. Today's high is only supposed to be 70 degrees, and I'm thrilled with the 30-degree cool down. Next week looks like another hot one in the 90s but I guess that's summertime and it shouldn't reach 100. 

I'm going down to see Nugget tomorrow and have bagels with Jess but other than that, I've got a blissful weekend to myself. I hope you're anticipating an equally satisfying weekend!

Unraveled Wednesday: 6/25/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with some SIPs (Socks In Progress). It's been too d*&n hot to do much else beside sit in front of the air conditioner and knit small things. There were several hours of awfulness where I had to pick snow peas in John's garden at Ryan's but it was as terrible as you might imagine so I won't dwell on that. 

The blue and green striped one is ready for me to start on the toes, and the rainbow one is ready for the heel flap and turn if I can gather some gumption. Today it's supposed to reach 100 again, but motivation might be just around the corner tomorrow when the temperatures (hopefully) begin to drop. 

I read only one book this week, but it was a memorable four-stars. Ocean Vuong’s The Emperor of Gladness is a tender, quietly powerful novel that explores the fragile beauty of human connection, the resilience of the working class, and the long, difficult journey toward self-worth. This is Vuong’s first full-length work of fiction since On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, and once again he brings his signature lyrical style to a narrative that is emotionally rich and deeply humane.

At the heart of the novel is Hai, a 19-year-old Vietnamese American who survives a suicide attempt only because it’s interrupted by Grazina, an elderly widow with dementia and an unshakable sense of presence. In a move that serves both of them, Hai agrees to become her caretaker. What follows is not a conventional redemption arc, but a deeply nuanced exploration of grief, shame, dignity, and the strange, sometimes stubborn ways people come to care for one another.

Vuong’s prose is spare but luminous, filled with quiet observations that land like revelations. He gives dignity and emotional texture to the lives of people often overlooked—immigrants, the poor, the aging, the young who are barely hanging on. The relationship between Hai and Grazina unfolds with the slow trust of real life, becoming a kind of found family that neither of them expected but both desperately need.

Some readers might find the narrative more reflective and "dreamy" than event-driven, but that’s part of its strength. Vuong doesn't seem interested in melodrama—he's invested in emotional truth. And in that sense, this novel delivers in every line.

The Emperor of Gladness is a poignant meditation on what keeps us alive, and who we might become when someone—unexpectedly, stubbornly—believes we are worth saving. Quietly devastating and deeply compassionate, this is a novel to read slowly, and remember long after.

What are you making and reading this week?

Read With Us: It's A New Book!

We’re thrilled to announce the Read With Us summer selection: The Friend by Sigrid Nunez!

Winner of the 2018 National Book Award for Fiction, The Friend is a deeply moving and quietly powerful novel about grief, literature, and the unexpected ways love and healing enter our lives. At the center of the story is a woman mourning the sudden loss of her closest friend—and the large Great Dane he left behind. What begins as an act of reluctant caretaking becomes a meditation on loss, solitude, the creative life, and the profound companionship of animals.

Nunez’s writing is spare, elegant, and laced with both literary reflection and emotional honesty. It’s the kind of book that feels intimate and expansive all at once—a perfect choice for thoughtful discussion.

Why we chose The Friend

• It explores grief and healing in a unique and compassionate way

• It's full of literary insight—perfect for readers who love books about books

• It offers rich discussion points on friendship, mental health, writing, and the human-animal bond

• No nuns :-) 

• We had chosen another book but were still a bit unsure about the choice. At the last minute we changed our minds. The Friend has been made into a movie with Naomi Watts and Bill Murray. Our hope is that we can read the book, watch the movie, and compare and contrast. We'll be providing more details about this later. 

The hardcover, Kindle, and audio versions of the book are all available from my library without much of a wait. Hopefully, we'll all have plenty of time to place a hold, get the book, and read it. The Kindle and paperback versions are priced reasonably from Amazon and the audio version is narrated beautifully by Louisa Harland. I'm sure your local bookseller could order a copy for you if you're lucky enough to have a local bookseller.

Kym, Carole, and I will be talking about the book, giving additional information, and doing promotional posts through July. Discussion day for The Friend is scheduled for Tuesday, September 16, 2025 at 7:00 pm Eastern time, so mark your calendars. We'll ask questions on our blogs that day and then host the always fun, educational, and entertaining Zoom discussion.

Whether you're new to Sigrid Nunez or already a fan, we hope you'll Read With Us and discover (or revisit) this beautifully written novel. 

Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is a day when you just want to lie in front of the air conditioner with a wet washcloth on your forehead. Our weather this week looks quite warm too d**n hot, like much of the rest of the country:

This is one week I'm really not looking forward to, but I'll be keeping my fingers crossed for 78 degrees on Friday.

I hope your Monday is a good one and you can find a way to stay cool this week!

A Gathering of Poetry: June 2025

It's the third Thursday of the month so I'd like to welcome you to A Gathering of Poetry. Today I made sure I didn't forget about A Gathering of Poetry like I did last month, and this month Billy Collins came to my rescue. 

I had a lime tree that died and I recently bought a new one. It's outside and growing well and I recently caught myself thinking, "I just love this little lime tree." A few days ago I was washing my hands with a bar of Ivory soap and found myself thinking, "I really love the smell of this soap." Thankfully, Billy Collins had already written a poem about these moments.  

Aimless Love
by Billy Collins

This morning as I walked along the lake shore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.

In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.

This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.

The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.

No lust, no slam of the door—
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.

No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor—
just a twinge every now and then

for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
and for the dead mouse,
still dressed in its light brown suit.

But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.

After I carried the mouse by the tail
to a pile of leaves in the woods,
I found myself standing at the bathroom sink
gazing down affectionately at the soap,

so patient and soluble,
so at home in its pale green soap dish.
I could feel myself falling again
as I felt its turning in my wet hands
and caught the scent of lavender and stone.

 

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"Aimless Love". Collins, Billy. Nine Horses: Pan Macmillan and Random House Trade Paperbacks, 2003.

You can read more about the poet here and here. 

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Unraveled Wednesday: 6/18/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with the slightly sad tale of a broken needle. I did order a bamboo circular so I could attempt the four-stitch decreases in Soft Current (ravelry link) on needles that aren't too slippery, but they arrived with a broken point in the sealed package, so I've ordered a different type. The replacement should arrive sometime this week, but I'm not sitting around waiting impatiently. I cast on for a pair of socks with some self-striping yarn in my favorite colors. I'm really enjoying working on them and am heading down the foot on the first sock.

 

John is leaving on Saturday to go fishing in Alaska so I figured that since he is taking a pretty nice trip I at least deserved some sock yarn. My skein of Martian Rainbow from Must Stash arrived on Monday and I'm anxious to get that wound and cast on. It's raining again/still, so I had to take indoor photos. The colors aren't quite right, but eventually it will stop raining and I can take some pictures outdoors.

 

 

So for now, the fiddly lace in Soft Current can wait.  

I finished two books this week. The first is entitled Bad Company: Private Equity and the Death of the American Dream. I wasn't sure this was a book for me when I was first offered the ARC, but I decided it was worth reading to educate myself about what private equity firms really are and how they operate. 

In Bad Company, Megan Greenwell pulls back the curtain on the destructive influence of private equity firms, whose sole mission—to generate maximum profit for investors—often comes at immense human cost. With sharp reporting and deep empathy, Greenwell explores how this opaque, powerful industry has reshaped American life in ways most of us aren't aware of until it’s too late.

From retail chains gutted for parts, to nursing homes where patient care declines as profits rise, to newsrooms stripped of staff and mission, Greenwell brings the consequences of financial chicanery down to the ground level—where ordinary workers and communities are left to pick up the pieces. The sections on housing and health care are particularly chilling, showing how private equity firms insert themselves into essential services, extract wealth, and then leave ruin behind.

What makes this book stand out is its focus on people—not just policies or profit margins. Greenwell never loses sight of the lives destroyed, dignity eroded, and communities disrupted when decisions are made purely in service of capital.

While some readers may wish for more policy prescriptions or structural analysis, Bad Company succeeds as a necessary, accessible, and often enraging look at an industry that thrives in the shadows. It’s a wake-up call to anyone who’s ever asked, “Why does everything feel like it’s getting worse?”

Thank you to NetGalley and Dey Street Books for providing me with a copy of the book. It was published on June 10, 2025.  

The second book, The Beast in the Clouds, is a fascinating blend of adventure, history, and science, chronicling a little-known chapter in the lives of the Roosevelt brothers—Theodore Jr. and Kermit—on their ambitious and dangerous 1920s expedition to China in search of the mythical giant panda. Nathalia Holt brings a sharp eye to the historical detail, placing this journey in the broader context of Western imperialism, scientific exploration, and family legacy.

The book shines when it digs into the Roosevelt family dynamic, particularly the pressure the brothers felt to live up to their father’s name. Their psychological struggles, especially Kermit's lifelong battle with depression, are handled with nuance. Holt also gives us a vivid portrait of the expedition itself, from treacherous mountains to cultural misunderstandings, and paints a complex picture of China at a moment of political upheaval.

That said, the pacing occasionally lags, particularly in the midsection, and the book sometimes feels torn between being an adventure story and a historical analysis. I also would have appreciated more in-depth coverage of the ecological and zoological significance of the panda, beyond its role as a symbol or trophy.

Still, Holt’s research is impeccable, and her prose is accessible and often poetic. This is a compelling story about obsession, legacy, and the fine line between scientific curiosity and colonial arrogance. A great read for fans of narrative nonfiction and those curious about forgotten corners of exploration history.

Thank you to Atria and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on July 1, 2025.

What are you making and reading this week?  

 

Read With Us: It's A Wrap-up

It's my turn to do the Read With Us wrap-up and I've been considering what I wanted to say about our discussion of Nesting. I did take some notes during our discussion last Tuesday night along with some less than ideal pictures. Zoom used to show me a thumbnail array of everyone, but now it shows a large image of the person speaking and everyone else is small. I think there were 13 of us discussing the book but you get close-ups of Kat looking pensive while answering a question and Jill who was dedicated enough to join us while she was on vacation. 

Kym opened up the discussion by asking her ice breaker question about what format (real book, digital book on an e-reader, or audiobook) we enjoyed reading the most. Our answers varied widely, with several people preferring real books, some liked audio, and some read mainly on their Kindles. A few of us use different formats for different activities and there are some people that enjoy "dual" reading - listening to the audio version and following along on Kindle or in the real book. It was quite a lively discussion and we talked about it for almost half an hour before we started discussing Nesting.

Carole asked "How does Ciara’s story shed light on systemic failures—particularly in social services, housing, and financial support—that make it nearly impossible for her to break free? What form of social safety net—safe housing, child allowance, legal aid, emotional support networks—might have changed Ciara’s odds? Where does the novel suggest these are absent or inaccessible?" Several people were a little surprised that resources were in such short supply in Ireland and we all agreed that there are not enough resources of any kind for housing, financial assistance, or other support, in Ireland or the United States. Debbie made a point about how limited resources are in rural areas, and even if safe houses exist, there may be a 3-4 month waiting list. We felt that reading about the lack of resources along with the bureaucracy Ciara endured really helped pull the reader into the book.

My questions had to do with the epigraph O'Donnell used, a poem called "Mother Ireland. The final lines are “Now I could tell my story. It was different from the story told about me.” Why do you think O’Donnell chose this poem? How is Nesting different from the story normally told about women like Ciara?" Kat said that she felt it was powerful when Ciara said, "This is my voice" and she realized that she had her own story to tell, and it was not the one her husband had been telling. Vicki made a point that everyone involved has their own story - Ciara's children, her mother and sister, and even all the people she was dealing with in the bureaucracy of housing, but Ciara eventually learned to own her story and tell it. 

Kym wondered "What does the title Nesting suggest in the context of the novel? How does it relate to themes of home, safety, and survival? How does the ending leave you feeling? Does it offer hope, realism, or something in between?" Most participants felt that Nesting was a good title for the book, as it made us think of making a safe and secure home for our family. Ciara had to leave her house to do that for herself and her children, but she was able to do that in the hotel and eventually her own home. Many of us were a little unsure about the crow shown on the cover and what the crow meant in the story, but someone mentioned that since Ryan may have taken it from the nest, it represented power over innocents and was another way to show how cruel he could be. 

We all liked the book, despite the fact that the ending felt like it was a bit too easy. When Kym, Carole, and I are choosing a book, we're often concerned about whether it will be discussable or will everyone just say they liked it so much that there's nothing to talk about. Most likely because of the intense subject matter of abuse, we had plenty to talk about even while we all enjoyed the book. 

I have come to rely on our Read With Us discussions to clarify ideas and participants often bring up points that I have not considered. It's a valuable thing for me, and I think that was especially true for this discussion. Several of you shared your personal experiences with family or friends in the same abuse situation and your willingness to share made this book even more personal and understandable. I'd like to thank all of you for reading, participating, and sharing. 

If you took part in the Zoom and would like to share some of your own discussion highlights in the comments, please feel free to do so. (That might make for a better wrap-up than trying to decipher my fragmented and scribbled notes!) We’ll be announcing our summer selection on June 24th so be sure to check back then. It's something a little bit different with a fun twist this time!

My Parade

I heard something about a big birthday/military parade in Washington, D.C. on Saturday. My birthday was yesterday and while there didn't seem to be a parade in my honor, I've been thinking about what I would like to see in my parade:

• Cats
• Yarn and/or knitting in some fashion
• A float with librarians giving out books to spectators
• Another float where people give away pieces of carrot and chocolate cake

This parade wouldn't last long so I could leave with several pieces of cake, some yarn, and a new book to go home and read on the porch. Maybe a nice cat would even follow me home.

In case you're wondering what this might look like, it could be something like this:

 

That is far better than soldiers and tanks, and you are all invited to my birthday parade with smiling cats, yarn, books, and cake!

44

Forty-four is the number of years we've been married, so Happy Anniversary to us. That is kind of an amazing number to me, especially when I consider that John retired three years ago and that means he's always around. This has meant some big adjustments (mainly on my part), but I'll bet that we make it to 45.

 This is what we looked like on June 13, 1981.

Here's what we looked like on June 14, 1981. 

I'd post a picture of what we look like now but we don't have any recent photos of us together. Maybe I'll ask Ryan to take one when we see him later today, but that's probably not necessary. We look exactly the same and haven't changed at all. (Insert hysterical laughter here.) 

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Unraveled Wednesday: 6/11/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with a finally finished Hitchhiker. It rained most of the day yesterday, so I wasn't going outside to throw it in the grass for a photo. I pinned it to the porch railing and that's the best I can do for now. Maybe if it ever stops raining and I get it out again in the fall I'll try to take a better picture but it is fine for now.

It's huge (57 teeth), warm, and I'm glad it's done. I do like the colors, but I might arrange them differently if I was knitting it again. I am definitely not doing that! 

 

 

Since I finished the Hitchhiker I gave myself permission to wind my new yarn and cast on. I was knitting along quite happily until I got to the row with cables, K4tog, and SSSSKtog. Yikes! I attempted this late at night when I was tired, using slippery needles, and John was watching a loud Led Zeppelin documentary; these were not ideal conditions. I managed to tink the row back, but I'll be checking later today to see if I did it right. I just ordered some (hopefully) pointy bamboo needles. Once they arrive I'll give them a try and decide if they are both sharp enough and not slippery so I can keep on knitting with them or if I need to cast on again and knit more loosely with the new needles. Here's an unimpressive photo of the first 12 rows:

 

To avoid knitting frustration and disappointment, I also cast on a pair of socks. There are only a few rows of ribbing, but I can always work on them if SSSSKtog gets to be too much. 

 

I finished two books this week and neither one of them was great. The Let Them Theory by Mel Robbins takes a popular phrase, “let them”, and builds an entire book around it. The core message is straightforward: stop trying to control others and instead allow them to behave however they want. Has someone excluded you, ignored your needs, or made questionable choices? Let them. According to Robbins, your peace is found in that detachment.

There’s some value here, particularly for dealing with minor annoyances or setting boundaries in everyday relationships. If a friend constantly cancels plans or your co-worker is rude in a meeting, practicing “let them” can save you energy and stress. In those cases, the advice is simple, freeing, and practical.

But that’s also the problem — it’s too simple. This is a message that probably would’ve been more effective as a blog post or a short TED Talk. The book is highly repetitive, and once you understand the premise, there’s not a lot of new ground covered. There is a second part to the "theory" that seems to get lost, "Let me." This invites you to turn inward: Let me figure out what I need, let me take control of my response, let me move forward without needing permission from others. “Let them” can be a liberating way to disengage from unnecessary conflict, and the “let me” side empowers you to take responsibility for your own peace and next steps.

But more importantly, I think the “let them” philosophy could be dangerously reductive when applied to serious situations like trauma, abuse, or grievous injustice. Suggesting that someone “let” their abuser mistreat them in order to reclaim peace is not only misguided — it can be retraumatizing. Robbins acknowledges that this method isn’t always appropriate, but much of that nuance got lost in the cheerleading tone.

There is some controversy surrounding the origin of the “let them” phrase, with various voices online pointing out that Robbins didn’t invent this concept. It’s an idea that’s floated around for years in different forms. Robbins has never acknowledged Cassie Phillips who originally wrote the "Let Them" poem, raising serious questions about originality and plagiarism.

I was prepared to hate this book because self-help proclaiming that it is life-changing raises my hackles before I even start reading. A friend said that it had been helpful so I was interested in finding out what the book had to say. Ultimately, The Let Them Theory offers a catchy mantra for specific, low-stakes situations, or even instances of personal growth, but it’s not a universal solution. The book is worth flipping through for a few takeaways, but approach with caution — especially if you’re dealing with deeper issues. Two and a half stars, but I can't round up.

I had hoped for more from Is A River Alive? by Robert Macfarlane. The book is a beautifully written, lyrical meditation on the nature of rivers, our relationships with them, and the broader question of what it means for something to be “alive.” As always, Robert Macfarlane’s prose is evocative, poetic, and deeply sensory—his gift for language can make even a puddle shimmer on the page. His references to myth, language, and cultural understandings of rivers from around the world (Ecuador, India, and Canada) are thought-provoking and richly textured.

That said, I found myself wanting more science to balance the philosophy and poetics. The titular question—Is a river alive?—is fascinating and could have benefited from a deeper dive into hydrology, ecosystems, or even legal personhood from a scientific or environmental law perspective. While the book inspires reverence and reflection, it didn't fully satisfy this reader who was looking for rigorous evidence, clearer answers, conservation history, economic pressures, and more understanding of interconnected systems.

The author has a real love of rivers and his enthusiasm and desire to protect them is admirable. His book is a lovely read for fans of nature writing and contemplative nonfiction, but less fulfilling if you're hoping for a more empirical or interdisciplinary approach. This one was three stars for me. 

Maybe next week's books will be better! What are you making and reading this week?  

 

Read With Us: Time For A Discussion

Today is the discussion day for our Read With Us spring book, Nesting by Roisín O’Donnell. 

Kym, Carole, 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, even though the subject matter made it difficult to read. I don't know of a better bunch of people for a book discussion than all of you. 

Here are my questions: The epigraph for Nesting is a poem called “Mother Ireland.” The final lines are “Now I could tell my story. It was different from the story told about me.” Why do you think O’Donnell chose this poem? How is Nesting different from the story normally told about women like Ciara? 

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 ideas. So 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!

In case you would like to read the whole poem "Mother Ireland" by Eavan Boland:

 

Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is a day to curse deer ticks and their very existence. 

Justin called me last week to ask if he needed an appointment at the doctor for blood work. It took a few questions to find out why he was asking but the answer is that he had a bullseye rash on his back but didn't know where to go. He's had Lyme disease before but that was several years ago and they did blood work if there was no rash present. It took a couple of days but he finally went to the doctor on Friday afternoon and asked if I would go with him. As a healthy young man he never goes to the doctor and often feels like he doesn't know what to ask. I think that patients can almost always benefit from having an advocate with them in any medical situation, so of course, I went with him. 

Sometimes Monday is also a day to be thankful that doxycycline is effective against Lyme disease and other tick-borne diseases. Justin is taking it for the next two weeks and that means he also needs to also be careful of photosensitivity as a side effect. As someone who is outside every day working on the grounds crew that may be a little difficult, but so is avoiding ticks. 

Have a good Monday and check yourself for ticks! 

 

Three Books and a Reminder

I finished three books this week, and one of them was Nesting, our current Read With Us selection. So in addition to book reviews, I'm also reminding you about our Zoom discussion of Nesting next Tuesday, June 10, at 7:00 pm. I'm looking forward to discussing this one!

Nesting is a haunting, beautifully written novel that explores the insidious nature of emotional and psychological abuse within the supposed safety of home. Róisín O’Donnell brings a quiet intensity to this story, set in contemporary Ireland, that is both unsettling and deeply empathetic.

The novel follows Ciara Fay whose gradual unraveling is mirrored by the slow, almost imperceptible tightening of control around her by her husband Ryan. What’s most powerful here is O’Donnell’s depiction of coercive control—not as dramatic, explosive outbursts or physical violence, but as a steady erosion of selfhood. The narrative voice is precise and restrained, mirroring the Ciara's psychological state, which makes the tension even more suffocating.

O’Donnell’s prose is lyrical but never overwrought. There’s a delicate balance between beauty and brutality in her writing that makes the emotional impact of the novel even sharper. The imagery of nesting—birds, homes, mothers—runs throughout the story in a way that’s both thematically rich and symbolically potent. It’s a metaphor that never feels forced but adds a deeply poetic layer to the narrative.

What earns this novel its high rating is its authenticity. Nesting doesn’t sensationalize abuse; it exposes its nuances—how it isolates, gaslights, and silences—especially in a cultural context that often prizes appearances and quiet endurance. I've often asked the question "Why don't women just leave an abusive situation like this?" and this novel helped me to better understand the many and complex reasons that it's so difficult.

A must-read for those interested in psychological fiction, feminist literature, or contemporary Irish writing. Nesting is a quietly devastating, necessary book that will stay with you. Four and a half stars rounded up. 

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I read the next two books as ARCs but for once, I'm telling you about them after they've been published and not two months before. So if you're interested, they should be available at your library.

Janelle Brown's What Kind of Paradise offers a compelling narrative that delves into themes of isolation, identity, and the impact of technology on society. Set in the mid-1990s, the story follows Jane, a teenager raised off the grid in Montana by her father, Saul. Their secluded life, filled with philosophical readings and a disdain for modern conveniences, is disrupted when Saul introduces a laptop into their world. He has demanded that Jane learn how to code so she can upload his manifesto. This event sets Jane on a path of discovery, leading her to question her upbringing and seek answers in San Francisco, a city undergoing its own transformation during the tech boom.

Brown's portrayal of Jane's sheltered life and her subsequent awakening is both poignant and thought-provoking. The novel effectively captures the tension between the allure of technological advancement and the desire for a simpler existence. Jane's journey is marked by her struggle to reconcile her father's ideals with the realities of the world she uncovers.

While the narrative is engaging, some aspects of the story could have been more fully developed. The pacing, particularly towards the end, feels rushed, leaving certain plot points and character arcs insufficiently explored. Additionally, the framing device used to bookend the story may not add significant value to the overall narrative.

Despite these shortcomings, What Kind of Paradise succeeds in prompting readers to reflect on the complexities of freedom, the influence of technology, and the search for personal truth. It's a novel that offers a unique perspective on the coming-of-age genre, making it a worthwhile read for those interested in stories that challenge conventional notions of progress and self-discovery. Three and a half stars rounded up. 

Thank you to NetGalley and Random House for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on June 3, 2025. 

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A Family Matter by Claire Lynch is a quietly devastating and beautifully told story about a family split apart by prejudice, silence, and the painful choices adults are forced to make or make in error. Set in England, the novel follows the adult daughter of a single father who uncovers a long-buried secret: that her mother—who she believed absent by choice—was actually ordered by the courts in 1983 to remove herself entirely from her daughter's life due to her sexual orientation.

Lynch handles this emotionally fraught territory with subtlety and care. The narrative moves between past and present, slowly unspooling the truth as the protagonist grapples with her father's illness, her own experience of motherhood, and the question of whether she should seek out the woman she never knew she missed. The writing is restrained but emotionally resonant, capturing the quiet ache of lost time and the complicated love that persists even through separation.

There are some things that are left unsaid in the novel, but this is both a strength and a weakness by toning the emotion down a bit, but at times the reader is left wondering. The emotional core of the novel is powerful and deeply affecting. Lynch does an excellent job portraying the social and legal forces that shaped queer lives in the 1980s—and the long aftershocks of those injustices. The author's note that stated, "In the 19080s in the United Kingdom, around 9o percent of lesbian mothers involved in divorce cases ... lost legal custody of their children," was a terrible and chilling statistic.

A Family Matter is a tender, thought-provoking novel about the costs of silence and the redemptive potential of truth.

Thank you to NetGalley and Scribner for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on June 3, 2025.

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Here's hoping you have a good weekend and a good book to read! 

Unraveled Wednesday: 6/4/25

I'm joining Kat and the Unravelers with yet another installment in the current Hitchhiker. I really hope this is the last still-in-progress post, but I'm still not done yet. I will keep on knitting ...

Since I talked about looking forward to my next project last week, I'll tell you a little bit about it. This is what I'll be casting on:

The pattern is Soft Current (ravelry link). The pattern says "Soft Current is knit flat as a simple rectangle. After blocking, a short 2-4 inch seam at the corner creates a soft loop that slips easily over the head and stays in place without fuss." I'm not sure whether I'll leave it as a rectangle or sew the seam to make a loop, but that decision is a long way away! 

Here's the yummy yarn I'm planning on using. I haven't even dared to wind it yet. 

It's a really soft combination of alpaca, silk, and cashmere in my favorite color. It's got to be something gorgeous to pull away from Hitchhikers and I have high hopes for this pattern and yarn.

I finished three books this week, so I'll be back Friday with my book reviews. 

What are you making and reading this week?  

Sometimes Monday . . .

 . . . is a day to work in the kitchen. 

There is a little bit of a story behind this. Towards the end of last month, Kat posted this amazing video from Rajiv Surendra about his most valuable piece of clothing. It was a stunning embroidered waistcoat, and I was so entranced that I sent it to my SiL. She has become slightly obsessed with his videos and now tells me every week that I must watch his kitchen tour or his talk about his Indian jewelry. He has a lovely voice, lives in an apartment in NYC that he carefully curates, and seems like a gentle soul that appreciates beauty. 

The video that my SiL said I must watch this week was this one:

 

I have never viewed washing my floors as therapy but it is a new way to think about a chore that needs to be done. My SiL said it has made a difference to her; she has very little control about what is happening in the world or our country, but she can control whether her floors are clean or not. 

 

 

That makes sense to me, so I told her I would give it a try. I found four gallon bags of tomato puree from last year's garden in the freezer and I cooked them down into sauce yesterday. The area by my stove has plenty of sauce spots and needs to be thoroughly cleaned. I've also been getting increasingly aggravated with the mess in my pantry cupboard, so my plan today is to take everything out, clean the shelves, throw away everything that is old and/or expired, and then put it back in an organized way. 

 

Then I'll wash the kitchen floor after doing two messy jobs. I hope to have a clean and organized pantry along with a clean kitchen floor and maybe even improve my mental health along the way. Here's hoping your Monday is a good one whatever you do!