Read With Us: Good People

 

If you’re in the mood for a novel that lingers and is quite discussable, I think our next Read With Us pick is worth your time.

Good People by Patmeena Sabit is the kind of story that invites you to look closer: at relationships, at choices, and at the stories we tell ourselves about being “good.” It opens in an unassuming way, but don’t be fooled; there’s an undercurrent here that builds into something deeply thought-provoking.

What makes this a great book for Read With Us? It’s layered without being inaccessible, emotional without being overdone, and full of those moments that make you pause and think, “What would I do in that situation?” The characters feel real, flawed, complicated, and impossible to fully judge, which means our discussion is bound to be lively.

Expect:

• Moral gray areas that spark debate
• Subtle tension that builds as you read
• Characters you may or may not agree with, but won’t forget

I'll keep this one spoiler-free for now, but come ready to unpack motivations, question assumptions, and maybe even challenge your own definition of what it means to be a “good person.”

Part of why this book is so good is that Patmeena Sabit is an Afghan American writer whose work is shaped by her own cross-cultural experience. Born in Kabul shortly after the Soviet invasion, she and her family fled to Pakistan as refugees before eventually settling in the United States, where she grew up in Virginia; she now lives in Toronto. Good People draws on themes of immigration, identity, and community, reflecting the complex intersections of cultures that have influenced her life and writing. 

The hardcover and audiobook versions have manageable hold queues at my libraries, so I hope that is also the case for you. I started listening to the audiobook, but decided that I also needed to read it with my eyes, so I bought the Kindle version for $13.99.  

Kym, Carole, and I will be talking about the book, giving additional information (but not too much!), and doing promotional posts throughout April and May. Discussion day for Good People is scheduled for Tuesday, June 9, 2026 at 7:00 pm Eastern time, so mark your calendars. We'll ask questions on our blogs that day and then host the always educational and illuminating Zoom discussion.

I do hope you'll Read With Us, and I really hope you'll also Discuss With Us!

A Fun Form of Poetry

Poetry Month has looked a bit different on our blogs this year, but I’m still glad we’ve respected authors and their copyrights by not sharing full poems without permission. As National Poetry Month comes to a close, I wanted to share a poetic form that felt fun and new to me.

I recently attended a poetry workshop at the library focused on newer forms. While many were unfamiliar and arguably interesting, quite a few felt too odd for my taste. When something becomes barely readable, like the form that relied on diagrammed sentences, it starts to defeat the purpose of poetry. I was especially lost with “Substitute 7,” where every noun is replaced with one that appears seven entries later in the dictionary. But I digress.

Leila Chatti first introduced the idea of Cootie Catcher poetry in the February 2022 issue of Poetry magazine. In that piece, she includes a link to a printable version so you can fold your own Cootie Catcher and create your own poems. The following link adds some more details: Art Prompt Poem and the video below offers a good explanation:

I made one myself and filled it with random words and phrases pulled from the archives of my older blog posts, which was a fun exercise in its own right. I’m not sure the resulting poems are especially “poetic,” but I did enjoy the creative process.

 

Nostalgia

Moment of serendipity

Tinkered with over time

 

Patience

Her brain is completely scrambled

Presume to be hopeful 

I hope you read some kind of poetry you enjoy, or maybe even something that challenges you, today and every day!

 

Unraveled Wednesday: 4/29/26

I’m happy to join Kat and the Unravelers today with a completed hat for Justin. Now all that remains is the duplicate stitching of five animals. That should go quickly! ;-)

I was pleased that I was able to find all of my original notes from when I first knit this hat 13 years ago. It helped me with the counting and determination of where I should start with the duplicate stitching. Now all I need to do is thread my needle with "Doe" (the color at the bottom of the deer, which is actually a buck) and get going. I counted and marked the hat several times yesterday afternoon and once again last night, but just couldn't bring myself to start at night when my eyes were tired. I think this duplicate stitching might need to be done in morning light. But a journey of a bunch of duplicate stitches begins with a single one, which will likely be done a little later this morning. 

I finished two books this week. Allen Levi’s Theo of Golden is the kind of novel that feels intentionally gentle and almost parable-like in its structure and message. Centered on a mysterious stranger who quietly reshapes a small Southern town through acts of thoughtful generosity, the book leans heavily into themes of connection, creativity, and what it means to truly “see” another person.

What works best here is the episodic nature of the storytelling. As Theo returns the pencil portraits to their subjects, each interaction opens a small window into the lives of Golden’s residents. These vignettes are often touching and occasionally profound, capturing moments of regret, reconciliation, or quiet transformation. Allen Levi writes with a clear affection for humanity, and there’s an earnestness to the prose that will resonate with readers who enjoy reflective, heart-forward fiction.

That said, the novel’s strengths are also where it can feel a bit limited. The characters, while likable, sometimes come across more as vessels for ideas than fully fleshed-out people. Theo himself remains intentionally enigmatic, but the lack of deeper complexity left me wanting more substance beneath the symbolism. Additionally, the pacing can feel slow, especially if you’re looking for a more traditional narrative arc or rising tension.

Still, there’s something undeniably soothing about the book’s worldview. It asks readers to consider the quiet impact of kindness and the ways art and attention can restore dignity and connection. Even when it veers toward sentimentality, it does so with sincerity. Given the state of the world now, I can understand how so many readers feel comforted by books like this.

Overall, Theo of Golden is a thoughtful, quietly uplifting read, best suited for those who appreciate contemplative storytelling over plot-driven momentum. This was three and a half stars for me. 

 

A World Appears by Michael Pollan is an ambitious, wide-ranging exploration of one of the slipperiest subjects imaginable: consciousness itself. In true Pollan fashion, the book blends science, philosophy, personal reflection, and cultural inquiry into a narrative that is both accessible and intellectually curious. Only Michael could write a whole book about consciousness and end with this quote, "Because consciousness is the only means we have of knowing anything we can’t step outside it and take up a god-like perspective from which to render a final judgement. So where does that leave us? Exactly where we already were, wandering in the exitless labyrinth of consciousness."  

 

But Pollan excels at being a guide through this complex terrain. He translates dense neuroscientific debates and philosophical arguments into language that feels inviting rather than intimidating, and his curiosity is contagious. The sections that delve into competing theories of consciousness, particularly those that challenge strictly materialist views, are some of the most engaging. He also brings in unexpected perspectives, from plant intelligence to artificial intelligence, which keeps the scope feeling expansive.

At the same time, the book’s “panoptic” approach is both its strength and its limitation. Because Pollan casts such a wide net, some areas feel more like introductions than deep dives. Readers hoping for a more rigorous or conclusive argument may find themselves wanting more details. Pollan often seems more interested in opening questions than resolving them, but that's an approach I appreciated. I'm not sure that many questions can be resolved when writing about consciousness, but the author keeps readers interested by raising more questions.

Where the book truly shines is in its more reflective moments. Pollan’s ability to connect abstract ideas about consciousness to everyday human experience, what it means to feel, perceive, and exist, gives the book an emotional resonance that elevates it beyond a purely academic survey. His writing reminds you that this isn’t just a scientific puzzle; it’s the very texture of being alive.

Overall, A World Appears is a thought-provoking and engaging read that invites curiosity rather than closure, and Pollan's curiosity is almost always contagious. He may not provide definitive answers, but succeeds in making the mystery of consciousness feel richer, stranger, and more worth contemplating. A strong four-star read for anyone interested in the intersection of science, philosophy, and what it means to be human. This was four stars for me.

My apologies for my overly wordy book reviews. I'm going to have to work on writing shorter ones. What are you making and reading this final Wednesday in April?  

Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is a day for Cosmic Brownies.

I had a slightly traumatic morning yesterday. My BiL (lets call him Mark) needed to sign up for Medicare Parts A & B, but he is a bit of a hermit. No computer, no internet, no cell phone, and he views anything related to the government with skepticism and pessimism. I was going to use my laptop at my house because Mark doesn't have wifi, and he would be here with my my SiL, who would also be here using her cell phone to do whatever she could do. 

I'll spare you all of the painful details, but first we had to create a login.gov account, and that involved verification of his driver's license (which he hadn't brought along to my house, so my SiL had to drive back to his house to get it), a selfie, and his phone number. We had to do this six times before we were successful, then send my niece to his house to get a secret code from his landline. Once we finally managed to create this account, we were able to sign him up for Medicare in about 20 minutes, but the whole process took over 3.5 hours. Snarky comments from Mark and John didn't help at all, so my nerves were feeling quite jangled when we were finally done. Last week, my kids had been telling me about Cosmic Brownies, so I thought baking a batch of them might help take the edge off. Maybe not the healthiest of coping mechanisms, but a brownie could possibly help.

The brownies only took a few minutes to put together and 20 minutes to bake. 

 

 

Then I had to let them cool off before I made the ganache for the top.   

I poured the ganache over the top and waited for the whole thing to cool.

 

They are pretty good! I like dense, fudgy brownies, and the ganache takes them over the top. I've never had a Little Debbie Cosmic Brownie, so I can't really compare them, but I think one or two of these will definitely take the edge off. I will be freezing most of them for the instigators Ryan and Justin so they are not sitting around at my house. Two of them were enough for me (unless I find out that the frozen ones are even better). 

I wish you a delicious and frustration-free week.  

Friday Letters

 

Today I'm taking my virtual fountain pen in hand to write a few Friday letters. I've done something that might have been dumb but need to correct it, found something small that makes me happy, and written some haiku. 

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So disappointing!

 

Dear Past Bonny,

Try to remember this saying when purchasing glasses, "Penny Wise, Pound Foolish". You had your eyes checked, got the prescription from the eye doc, and searched around for the best price online for your glasses. The last pair you got from the optometrist cost ~$800 (frameless with progressive Transition lenses) and since the old ones are breaking, you were anxious to find the same thing at a much better price. You finally settled on GlassesUSA, ordered what you hoped would be the perfect pair for $275, and waited for them to be delivered. What a disappointment you had on Saturday when they arrived, you tried them on, and found that everything was blurry. There was no way that they were even remotely acceptable, so you called to start the return and refund process. That will be a saga that goes on for a couple of weeks, but how best to proceed? Renew your Costco membership and look for glasses there? Try Walmart optical and see if they can produce a pair of glasses that work for a reasonable price? Or just suck it up and go back to the optician, get a pair that will be incredibly expensive, but will most likely be done right? Glasses are a tool that I use to see all day, everyday, and I can just hear my grandfather saying, "always buy the best tools you can afford". I think I have to heed his advice. 

Sincerely,

Present and Future Bonny

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Birds by Jane Werner Watson, pictures by Eloise Wilkin, published in 1958

To Whomever Might Need It,

I love sites where people ask about treasured childhood books they vaguely remember and other people give them possible titles or leads about what their childhood memory might be. Oftentimes, the people asking the questions have very few details other than maybe a rough guide to the plot and I always laugh when they say, "It had a red (or green or blue) cover". But what I really love is when commenters successfully identify the book. It doesn't always happen, but it gives me a little jolt of joy when it does. If this is something you might enjoy, check out @myoldbooks on Instagram. I've found several book that I enjoyed as a child!

From,  

A Lover of Childhood Books 

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Dear Phyllis (my SiL), 

Last Friday I sent you a limerick about your cataract surgery that I mistakenly thought was scheduled for that day. When you told me that your first surgery was really today, I felt compelled to write some haiku for the occasion. I kind of like them, and I hope you can see well enough to possibly enjoy them also. 

Soft clouds in her eyes,

Phyllis greets the morning blur.

Soon, sharp light returns.

Kind hands, steady light,
A veil lifts from Phyllis’ gaze.
World in crisp detail.

Brave Phyllis rests calm,
New clarity on its way.
Colors sing again.

Hoping you can see clearly now,

Bonny 

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I hope your weekend includes some good books and clear vision.

 

Unraveled Wednesday: 4/22/26

I don't think there is an official Unraveled Wednesday linkup while Kat is taking a break, but Wednesdays are my favorite blogging day, especially if I haven't had to do any any actual unraveling. I'm enjoying our cooler and more seasonable weather and have been knitting almost monogamously on Justin's hat.

I'd love to finish the hat soon(ish) and get started on duplicate stitching the animals while I'm feeling motivated. I only have a couple more rows until I start the decreases so the end isn't too far away.

I finished one book this week, and it was a good one. Thanks for the recommendation, Vera! Sex of the Midwest completely won me over in a way I didn’t quite expect. Going in, I was intrigued by the premise, a mysterious town-wide sex survey arriving in inboxes, but what unfolds is something much richer and more nuanced than that hook suggests. This is very much a novel-in-stories, following a wide cast of residents in Lanier, Indiana, each chapter offering a glimpse into a different life, a different struggle, a different quiet longing. The connections between characters are subtle but satisfying, creating a layered portrait of a community that feels hopefully authentic and deeply human.

It’s been compared to Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout, one of my all-time favorite books, and I’ll admit I was a little skeptical. That’s a high bar for me, but I was pleasantly surprised by how well this measured up. Like Strout’s work, Sex of the Midwest captures the small, often unspoken moments that define people’s lives, and it does so with empathy and insight rather than judgment.

One of the book’s greatest strengths is how attached I became to these characters. Nearly every story left me wishing for just a little more time with them. I was genuinely sad to see each chapter end, and by the final pages, I realized I’ll miss many of these people, like the man waiting for his lung transplant after having covid, the aspiring writer behind the bar, the quietly simmering bureaucrat, and so many others.

It’s also worth noting that the title is a bit of a misnomer. Despite the provocative setup, this book has surprisingly little to do with sex itself (aside from one particularly enthusiastic survey respondent). Instead, it’s about connection, isolation, identity, and the strange ways people try to understand themselves and each other, especially in a post-pandemic world.

Thoughtful, quietly funny, and deeply compassionate, Sex of the Midwest is a beautifully constructed mosaic of small-town life. If you enjoy interconnected stories and character-driven fiction, this is absolutely worth your time. Four and a half stars rounded up because I may read it again in a short while; it ended way too soon.

What are you making and reading on this penultimate April Wednesday?

 

Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is a great day to Vote by Mail. 

 It's "just" the primary, but it's still important and I hope it actually gets counted!