Dear DD,
Highly Reasonable
Striving to be highly reasonable, even in the face of unreasonableness. Reading, knitting, and some alcohol may help.
Friday, February 27, 2026
Friday Letters
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
Unraveled Wednesday: 2/25/26
I’m happy to join Kat and the Unravelers today with a start on the Dream Hitchhiker. It is a dream to knit with this yarn, and for now I'm knitting on it monogamously in hope of finishing it in good time.
It was too dark outside to take a good picture of this by the time I thought about it, but I'll try to do better next week. I'm doing a row of yarnovers after every group of six teeth and stopping to admire it and pet its softness then, too. This is really a joy to knit.
I've only got one knitting project but I did finish two books. Good People by Patmeena Sabit is one of those novels that quietly unsettles you and then refuses to let go.
At
the center of the story is Zorah Sharaf, beloved eldest daughter, model
student, the pride of a family who clawed their way from refugee
beginnings to life in an exclusive American neighborhood. But after an
unthinkable tragedy, the narrative fractures. Was Zorah perfect? Was she
troubled? Was the Sharaf family truly living the American dream or just
performing it?
What makes this novel especially compelling is
its unique structure. The story is told exclusively through statements
from friends, neighbors, teachers, community members, and reporters all
weighing in. There’s no traditional narration, no access to a
character’s private thoughts. Instead, readers piece together the truth
through interviews and commentary. The format feels almost like reading
court transcripts or investigative journalism, and it creates a
fascinating push-and-pull effect. Just when you think you understand
what happened, a new voice reframes everything.
That structure
also underscores one of the novel’s most powerful themes: how truth is
shaped by perspective and also by bias. Through these layered
testimonies, Sabit offers a sharp, thought-provoking exploration of
immigration, assimilation, and the crushing expectations placed on
“model” families. The Sharafs are praised as a success story until they
aren’t. The same community that once celebrated them becomes quick to
judge. Prejudice simmers just beneath polite suburban civility, and the
novel captures that tension beautifully.
If I have one small
critique, it’s that the format, while bold and effective, occasionally
creates emotional distance. Because we never fully inhabit Zorah’s
interior life, some moments feel intentionally elusive. But maybe that’s
the point: we never truly know someone through secondhand accounts, no
matter how confident the speaker sounds.
Overall, Good People
is smart, unsettling, and deeply relevant. It’s a book that invites
discussion, about immigration, family, reputation, belonging, and the
dangerous ease with which communities rewrite someone’s story. I think
this would make a wonderful book for a book club discussion. 4.5 stars
rounded up.
In Where We Keep the Light, Josh Shapiro
offers a thoughtful, measured reflection on public service, faith, and
what it means to “show up” for your community. Part memoir, part
governing philosophy, the book traces his path from knocking on doors as
a young volunteer to leading the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania through
complicated and often contentious moments.
I’ll admit whenever a
prominent politician releases a memoir, especially one still relatively
early in their national trajectory, it’s hard not to view it through a
presidential lens. Writing a book can feel like a box that gets checked
when someone is considering a future run for higher office. That said,
even with that awareness, this was still a genuinely solid and engaging
read.
What works best here is Shapiro’s emphasis on practical
governance. He returns again and again to the idea that government can
function well if leaders are willing to listen carefully, build
coalitions, and tackle unglamorous problems head-on. His stories from
the campaign trail and from his time in office feel grounded rather than
grandiose. There’s a steady through-line of faith and family, but it’s
presented in a way that feels personal rather than preachy.
As
someone who doesn’t live in Pennsylvania but just next door in New
Jersey, I found it interesting to read about issues that ripple across
state lines, economic development, infrastructure, public safety, and
the constant effort to restore trust in institutions. Even from a
neighboring state, it’s clear that Shapiro takes the mechanics of
governing seriously.
Is it a bit polished? Of course. Is there
careful positioning? Absolutely. But that’s to be expected in political
memoir. What elevates it to four stars for me is the tone: pragmatic,
optimistic without being naive, and focused on the idea that more unites
Americans than divides us.
If this book is part of laying the
groundwork for a presidential run, it’s an effective introduction. Based
on what I read here and in the news about his governorship, I think Mr.
Shapiro would do a fine job as president. Here’s hoping that that
happens.
What are you making and reading this last Wednesday in February?
Monday, February 23, 2026
Catching Up on Books
I had an embarrassment of riches in Advance Readers' Copies and I'm just now getting caught up in reading them. This post will serve to "officially" catch up by sharing my thoughts on three books. I thought they were all worthwhile reads and I really loved one of them. I'm writing this post ahead of time on Saturday for publication on Monday because we have a blizzard predicted to start on Sunday, with 16-20 inches of snow and 50-60 mph winds. Once again, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we don't lose electricity, but even if we do, hopefully you'll still be able to read about these three books.
Fairy tale retellings are nothing new. Shelves are lined with fractured princesses, redeemed villains, and revisionist happily-ever-afters. But Lady Tremaine by Rachel Hochhauser stands out from the crowd as an exceptionally well-crafted reimagining that doesn’t simply flip the script on Cinderella’s “wicked stepmother,” but interrogates how such a woman might have come to be called wicked in the first place.
Hochhauser’s Etheldreda, Ethel to those who
know her best, is a widow twice over, clinging to the brittle
scaffolding of respectability in a manor house that mirrors her own
circumstances: grand on the outside, quietly crumbling within. She is
sharp, strategic, and fiercely devoted to her daughters’ survival in a
world that offers women very few safe harbors. In this version of the
story, ambition isn’t vanity; it’s survival.
What makes this
retelling so compelling is that it doesn’t excuse cruelty, but it
contextualizes it. Through Ethel’s eyes, we see how desperation, grief,
and the razor-thin margins available to women can calcify into hardness.
Hochhauser brilliantly illustrates how, in a patriarchal system where
inheritance, security, and status are controlled by men, women are
forced to fight relentlessly for themselves and their children. Marriage
is not romance; it is infrastructure. Reputation is currency. A royal
ball is not magic; it is strategy.
The novel’s emotional core is
Ethel’s love for her daughters, a love that is both tender and
ferocious. When a royal engagement accelerates in unsettling ways and
dark secrets surface within the monarchy, Ethel must confront the true
cost of the future she’s been so carefully engineering. Her choices,
particularly regarding her prickly, resistant stepdaughter, are what
elevate this book beyond a simple villain redemption arc. Hochhauser
shows how stories are shaped by perspective, and how history (or
folklore) often flattens complicated women into cautionary tales.
The
writing is lush without being overwrought, and the pacing remains
propulsive, especially as political intrigue deepens. There’s romance,
yes, but it is the romance of agency and survival as much as it is
between individuals. The peregrine falcon perched at the edge of the
household feels like a perfect symbol: beautiful, dangerous, and trained
to survive.
If I’m holding back half a star, it’s only because a
few secondary threads could have been explored even further. But that’s
a small quibble in what is otherwise a gripping, thoughtful, and
emotionally resonant retelling.
In a genre crowded with glass slippers and spinning wheels, Lady Tremaine
reminds us that sometimes the most interesting woman in the room isn’t
the girl in rags; it’s the one fighting to keep the roof from
collapsing. This one was a glowing five stars for me.
Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin's Press for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on March 3, 2026.
The wartime sections are especially
strong. Tessa’s work with the Special Operations Executive brings
tension and moral complexity, while Theo’s experiences as an RAF pilot,
and later as a wounded, grieving veteran, are rendered with sensitivity
and restraint. Theo’s identity as a clandestinely gay man in a period
when homosexuality was criminalized adds another layer of quiet danger
and injustice, and Hall handles this aspect of his life with care rather
than melodrama.
The novel’s dual timelines largely work,
particularly the postwar storyline involving Edie, a PhD candidate
researching the SOE. Her partnership with the aging Theo provides a
moving frame for uncovering Tessa’s fate and exploring how grief
reshapes a life over decades. That said, the contemporary sections
occasionally slow the novel’s momentum, especially when compared with
the immediacy and emotional intensity of the wartime chapters.
Where
the book truly shines is in its portrayal of love - between siblings,
between comrades, and in the redemptive connections that can arise
unexpectedly from shared loss. While not every narrative strand carries
equal weight, The Shock of the Light is a thoughtful, affecting
novel about courage, secrecy, and the long shadows cast by war. Fans of
character-driven historical fiction will find much to admire here.
I don’t often judge a book by its cover, but I was immediately struck by this title and knew I had to read the book. Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt announces its intentions right away; this is a meditation on mortality, love, and the fragile beauty of being alive.
This
is also a surprisingly difficult book for me to rate. The original
title and premise feel like an easy four stars all on their own, and in
places the writing rises to five-star territory with quiet, luminous
passages that capture grief, tenderness, and human connection with real
grace. At the same time, there were sections that felt thinner or more
familiar, where the novel landed closer to two or three stars for me.
Ben
Reeves gives us a modern, quietly human incarnation of Death in Travis,
who wears jeans, lives in a drab town, and approaches his work with
gentleness, patience, and deep respect for the natural order of things.
His role is not to interfere, only to witness and to comfort, and the
novel’s early chapters are especially strong in conveying the dignity
and tenderness of these final moments. There’s something profoundly
soothing in the way Reeves allows Death to listen without judgment.
The
emotional center of the book emerges when Travis forms a connection
with Dalia, a midwife, and her spirited daughter Layla. The contrast
between someone who ushers life into the world and someone who
accompanies it out is handled with warmth and clarity, and Layla’s
presence adds lightness without ever feeling forced. Through them,
Travis begins to understand attachment, joy, and loss in ways that
complicate his carefully maintained detachment.
This is a short
novel, and its brevity is both a strength and a limitation. The writing
is often lovely and sincere, but some ideas feel introduced and resolved
a bit too quickly, as though there were room for deeper exploration
that the book chooses not to take. Still, the emotional impact is real,
along with plenty of compassion.
Ultimately, this is a gentle,
thoughtful book about accepting impermanence and finding meaning anyway.
I settled on 3.5 stars rounded up. The ambition, compassion, and
moments of truly beautiful writing make this a worthwhile read, even if
it doesn’t fully cohere at the same level throughout. For readers drawn
to gentle reflections on life, love, and death, there is much here to
appreciate. This one was four stars for me.
Thank you to NetGalley and Simon & Schuster for providing me with a copy of this book. It will be published on July 7, 2026.
Here's hoping you're safe, warm, have plenty of books to read, and electricity, all at the same time!
Thursday, February 19, 2026
A Gathering of Poetry: February 2026
I found this photo on an external hard drive a while ago, but I have no idea who took it or where. But I did have a moment of serendipity when I came across a poem that seems to go with it.
Some people presume to be hopeful
when there is no evidence for hope,
to be happy when there is no cause.
Let me say now, I’m with them.
In deep darkness on a cold twig
in a dangerous world, one first
little fluff lets out a peep, a warble,
a song—and in a little while, behold:
the first glimmer comes, then a glow
filters through the misty trees,
then the bold sun rises, then
everyone starts bustling about.
And that first crazy optimist, can we
forgive her for thinking, dawn by dawn,
“Hey, I made that happen!
And oh, life is so fine.”
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Stafford, Kim. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 27, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
You can read more about Kim Stafford here and here, too.
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Unraveled Wednesday: 2/18/26
I’m happy to join Kat and the Unravelers today with some finished objects.
I finally put thumbs on the Cozy Gusset Mittens. I thought it might be too late since we've had warm weather this week, but we're supposed to get nine inches of snow on Sunday. That's not welcome news at all, but at least I've got finished mittens.
What are you making and reading this mid-February week?
Tuesday, February 17, 2026
What's for Dinner?
We had some more snow (about three inches) on Sunday night and while John was cleaning off the driveway, I was trying to answer that eternal question: "What should I make for dinner?" I wanted something easy, requiring minimal effort, warming, tasty, and that I hopefully had all the ingredients on hand. I settled on Crockpot Tortellini. It satisfied all of my criteria except I was missing diced tomatoes. I thought about using spaghetti sauce but I was afraid it would end up like tortellini soup.
I don't follow the recipe exactly. I use smoked kielbasa instead of sausage, I use two packages of frozen spinach instead of fresh (in the winter anyway), I don't add cream cheese (too gloppy for me), and I use more than one measly teaspoon of Italian seasoning. I usually throw in some chopped garlic if I have a few cloves, or garlic powder if I don't, and I use a combination of mozzarella and parmesan cheeses. You could really make it however you like to suit your personal preferences.
So we had a tasty dinner and I even have dinner planned for the next two nights. That's a win in my book!
Friday, February 13, 2026
A Few Photos
The cold weather over the past couple weeks has produced some rather picturesque river ice. This week has been a little warmer and caused the ice to recede a bit, so I'm glad I took pictures of it when it was it its peak with just a channel of water running in the middle.


















