Quick post on a sunny, springlike Thursday morning...

It’s a rare moment when my cat is not sitting on me, but this won’t last so I thought I’d write a quick post about the excellent book I read last week who;e I still have free movement of both my arms! 

I read Susan Rieger’s novel Like Mother, Like Mother, a book I first noticed when I was wandering around an Indigo store during the Christmas break.  I got it from the library and picked it up from my pile, unsure of whether I would like it or not, but it sucked me in and kept me hooked until the very last, very satisfying page.  It tells the story of three generations of Pereira women, beginning with Lila, the youngest of three children growing up in Detroit in the 1960s in the care of an abusive father and a mother who has been committed to a mental institution.  Lila grows up to become a strong, independent female reporter, then executive editor of the newspaper for which she works.  To outsiders, she appears to be a success story, but she knows she’s always been lacking in the motherhood department.  As a mother of three daughters, she never worried about her two oldest, Stella and Ava, born so close together that they were practically twins, and nicknamed “the Starbirds”.  But her youngest daughter Grace, born so much later than the others, has always been a concern for Lila.  She left the parenting responsibilities to her husband Joe, who filled the role beautifully, but it wasn’t the same as having a mother who would attend PTA meetings and graduations and eat dinner with the family regularly.  When Grace eventually publishes a bestselling novel loosely based on her experiences growing up with a distant mother, she realizes how little she actually knows about her, and she goes on a quest to find out the truth that lies below the stories she and Lila have been told.  This book was fantastic!  I don’t want to give anything away, since part of the fun was digging into and peeling back the complex layers of family relationships and experiences slowly, one layer at a time, until the characters, and you the reader, finally reach the core.  Oh, here comes my cat, so I better end now, but I’ll close by saying, “Read this book!” 

Bye for now… Julie

Dr Seuss birthday post...

It’s Dr Seuss’ birthday today and, despite what you might think of his more controversial books, he was an iconic writer, many of whose children’s books are beloved even today.  I actually don’t have a post for today, as last week I read some Silver Birch contenders, which I can’t talk about, but “Dr Seuss birthday post” sounded better than “Another no-post post”.  Anyway, I have nothing to write about for this week, but I hope to tell you about a so-far fantastic book I’m reading right now, Like Mother, Like Mother by Susan Rieger. 

More on that later…  Happy Dr Seuss Day!!

Bye for now… Julie

Last post for February...

It’s early on a Sunday evening, the last weekend of February, and I’m just settling down to start reading Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly for my book club meeting next Saturday in celebration of Black History Month.  Today is also the first day of Freedom to Read Week, my favourite week of the year.  I actually forgot to use my Banned Books mug this morning, as I was just so busy baking for our Bake for the Animals Bake Sale fundraiser for the Humane Society tomorrow, as well as getting ready for the week, but I’m bringing my mug to work and will use it every day. 

I just have time to quickly tell you about a book I flew through last weekend, Storm Child by Michael Robotham.  This is the latest in the “Cyrus Haven” series by this British/Australian author, but it actually came out last summer and has been sitting on my shelf waiting to be read for about six months.  The reason I decided to pick it up now is because I knew I would be receiving an Advanced Readers Copy of Robotham’s newest book, White Crow, from the publisher soon (it arrived on Friday!!  WOO HOO!!) and I wanted to be ready to read it as soon as I had the chance.  Turns out that White Crow is not a “Cyrus Haven” book, but the second in another series featuring Detective Philomena McCormack.  Anyway, the main premise at the centre of Storm Child is the treatment of illegal immigrants and refugees, particularly those arriving on British shores in unauthorized boats.  Forensic psychologist Cyrus Haven is still caring for Evie Cormac, the young girl found hiding in the walls of an abandoned house after the murder of an organized criminal nearly a decade earlier.  Once she aged out of the foster system, Cyrus took her in, since she’d already been under his care for a few years.  She needed somewhere to live and he could offer her a safe place, and it seems to be working out, not without the occasional challenge, but nothing could have prepared Cyrus for the relapse she experiences one day as, during an afternoon at the beach, the body of a young boy washes up on the beach and Cyrus carries him onto the shore, provoking an episode of PTSD for Evie.  She, too, was an Albanian refugee who lost her mother and sister on their journey to what they thought was a safer country.  She can only remember bits and pieces of her past, but this sudden unfortunate turn of events brings back a cascade of memories.  Cyrus is concerned that remembering too much too quickly might be detrimental to her progress, but it’s not for him to decide, and faced with seventeen dead bodies and the possibility that the boat was intentionally rammed, making these deaths cases of murder, not accidents, Cyrus and Evie must help with the investigation.  But as the investigation deepens and more international organizations are contacted, the possibility that they, too, could become targets increases, and they must decide how best to help while still staying alive.  This book was so good that I flew through it in about three days.  It was so well written and detailed, and the story was so complex and well-researched, that I have been raving about Michael Robotham to anyone and everyone at work, trying to get more people turned on to his books.  I've liked all his series so far, from the Professor Joseph O’Loughlin series and Detective Ruiz series (haven’t read all of these ones) to the Cyrus Haven and Detective Philomena McCormack novels.  If you haven’t read Robotham before, I would highly recommend that you give him a try.  

That’s all for tonight.  Stay warm and read a Banned or Challenged Book!!!

Bye for now... Julie

Short post on a long Family Day weekend...

It’s been very snowy and blustery recently, but the sun is out now and everything looks like a winter wonderland, which I don’t mind at all (but not everyone is in agreement with me, I’m sure!).  I read an interesting book last week and finished a fabulous audiobook as well. 

I read a recommendation that came up in an “If you like…” list for One of Our Kind by Nicola Yoon, which I didn’t just like, I loved!  Brit Bennett’s The Vanishing Half centres around twin girls, Desiree and Stella Vignes, and follows their lives from childhood to adulthood and motherhood, and the very different paths they follow.  Growing up in the deep south in the 1950s in the not-quite-small-town of Mallard, a place settled by their great-great-great grandfather, who wanted to found an all-black community which strove to produce lighter- and lighter-skinned residents.  These twins were so light-skinned they could pass for white, and when, at 16, they escaped the dead-end town and moved to New Orleans, that’s exactly what one of them does.  The other marries a man whose skin was as dark as possible.  They’ve taken different paths, led separate lives, lost touch and refused to reconnect, but somehow their lives intersect once again and readers follow their journey to possible reconciliation.  This was a good book, a page-turner that explores the question of what it means to be black.  Is it more than just a matter of skin colour?  And if so, what else?  With multiple narrators and storylines that are interwoven, this novel is sure to make you think even as you turn page after page until the final satisfying paragraph.  I really enjoyed this book that I would never have read if not for that (library?  Indigo?  Google?) list of recommendations. 

And I finished listening to the very long but very good The Women by Kristin Hannah.  This novel centres around the experiences of women, in particular Frankie McGrath, and her family before, during and after the Vietnam war.  I really don’t want to give anything away, and most people know about this book, as it’s ranked as the #1 most requested book by public libraries for 2024, so I’ll say no more except that it was amazing.  I loved the characters, the writing, the fast-paced yet thought-provoking storyline… it was a hit for me from beginning to end, and, if you haven’t read it, I would highly recommend reading or listening to this brilliant book. 

That’s all for today.  Stay warm and keep reading!

Bye for now... Julie 

Super-quick post on a Sunday evening...

I’m posting while I hide in the bathroom, because my kitty just wants to sit on my lap whenever I’m in my reading chair.  Since I don’t want to miss another week, and this is the only place he won’t follow me, I have no choice, as uncomfortable as it is to type in here.  *sigh* 

My Volunteer Book Club met last weekend to discuss Rainbow Rowell’s Slow Dance, a love story to put us in the mood for Valentine’s Day.  It’s a story about Shiloh and Carey, who met in high school and have been best friends for years, although everyone thinks they’re made for each other, including their other best friend, Mikey.  After high school, they go their separate ways, he into the Navy and she into work with a community theatre.  Fast forward 15 years and they are reunited at Mikey’s second wedding… but have they grown up enough to weather the obstacles that they will inevitably meet?  And do they want the same things?  It’s no spoiler to let you know that they do in fact end up together in the end, but my book club members were very frustrated, particularly with Shiloh, as she is a classic over-thinker, sabotaging every opportunity to work things out with Carey.  They all thought Carey was incredibly patient, and while they didn’t love the book, they agreed that their relationship had to take this course in order to survive, thus the apt title of Slow Dance.  I have to say that I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it at all, but I loved it!  If my favourite film, “When Harry Met Sally”, was a book, it would be this one.  I agree that Shiloh was frustrating, but that was just the way she was.  We actually talked about the fact that the family situations for both Carey and Shiloh were not ones we find explored in books very often, nor do we encounter characters like these frequently.  I think this book would have been better suited to readers in their 20s or 30s, but I’m so glad I read it. 

I also read Kelley Armstrong’s YA psychological thriller, Someone is Always Watching, about a group of teens who attend an elite school run by the company their parents work for.  Blythe, Gabi, Tucker and Tanya feel privileged, until the day Gabi mutters something about the cameras always watching, and that her parents are dead, not at home waiting for her.  Soon after, Blythe discovers Gabi in the school office during after-school detention with the principal’s dead body in front of her and his blood all over her.  But once she recovers from her “concussion”, she can’t quite remember this episode, and life goes on as usual.  But flickers of that scene flit across her memory. Gabi also seems to be going through some kind of psychotic break, and is taken to a hospital to recover.  Unable to talk to Gabi or find out where she is, she relies on Tucker and Tanya to help uncover the truth about their school and their parents, and in the process find the truth about themselves.  This was a real page-turner, with plenty of plot twists and details to keep you guessing until the finally shocking, yet satisfying, conclusion.  It was a great read to bridge the gap between book club book and new Silver Birch contenders.

Oh, Riley just came up looking for me, so I guess I have to go. Stay warm and have a great evening!

Bye for now... Julie 

Super-quick post on a late Sunday afternoon...

I’ve only got time to list the books I’ve read over the past two weeks and some quick summaries, as I’ve got a hefty book to start for our book club meeting next Saturday, which I’m hoping I’ll have time to finish. 

The first book I want to tell you about is the latest historical novel by Ariel Lawhon, Code Name Hélène, which was amazing.  This novel is based on the wartime experiences of Nancy Wake, a young Australian woman who became a member of the British Special Operations Executives, and in February 1944, was parachuted into the heart of the Nazi-occupied France and the Resistance, whose task it was to train these Maquis and provide them with arms and supplies to fight against a German invasion.  Nancy began this journey when, nearly a decade earlier, she bluffed her way into a reporting job with Hearst newspapers while living in Paris.  She discovered the atrocities of the Nazi presence in Vienna and couldn’t let go of the feeling that she must do something to set things right and make these horrors end, even after she met wealthy businessman and renowned playboy Henri Fiocca and fell in love.  This novel, told in two strands (as is usually this author’s chosen storytelling method), gives us the present and the past, two storylines that don’t run parallel, but come closer and closer together until they meet as we reach the conclusion of the book.  But Lawhon doesn’t stop at the conclusion - she also provides copious historical notes and explains how this story came to be inspired and finally written.  While the timeline was sometimes a bit confusing to follow, and while it was so incredibly detailed that it was a bit overlong, it was still a fantastic read and I would highly recommend it to anyone interested in stories about strong women in history.  My Friends Book Club discussed this last week and we all thought it was amazing that this was actually based on a real person’s experiences during the war. 

The book I just finished reading this morning is the latest mystery by British author Fiona Barton, Talking to Strangers.  I’ve always enjoyed Barton’s books, and this is a second in what may be a new series featuring DI Elise King (the first is Local Gone Missing, which I have upstairs on my shelf but haven’t yet read).  As in her previous series, this story is told from mainly two points of view, that of DI Elise King and also of Kiki Nunn, a reporter with the local newspaper.  When the body of Karen Simmons, a local hairdresser, is found dead in the woods, DI King is called to investigate.  But with no leads and not much to go on, she struggles to find a way forward with the case.  Fortunately local reporter Kiki Nunn is also “on the case”, and is following leads that take her into the depths, and dangers, of online dating.  Karen’s murder also stirs up memories for Annie Curtis, a woman who never got over the murder of her son Archie in the same woods sixteen years earlier.  Could these two cases be connected, and if so, how?  And are there other dangers that go along with talking to strangers besides murder?  Are we all vulnerable?  And if so, how do we stay safe?  Although this was a murder mystery and Barton successfully weaves together the two cases, past and present, what struck me about this book was that it was really about our vulnerabilities, and how (some) men prey on unsuspecting women with no remorse.  It was pretty good, but not as good as er earlier books, like The Widow and The Suspect.  still, it was a quick read, a page-turner that kept me (sort of) guessing until the final twist.

That's all for today. Stay warm and keep reading! Bye for now... Julie

Post on a chilly, wintry morning...

It’s snowy and overcast and chilly this morning, although it’s much milder than it was last week.  I’ve got a cup of delicious steeped chai to keep me warm as I write this short post about two great books. 

The first book I will tell you about is A Great Country by Canadian author Shilpi Somaya Gowda.  I’ve really enjoyed her books in the past, Secret Daughter and Golden Son, both set in India.  This one is set in an upscale, gated community in Pacific Hills, California, where the Shah family has recently moved from their lower-class neighbourhood of Irvine a few months ago.  Priya and Ashok emigrated to California twenty years earlier with not much more than enough to see them through their first few months, but they worked hard to attain the American Dream, and they want to raise their children to strive for a better life.  Their three children, Deepa, sixteen, Maya, fourteen and Ajay, twelve, are living more independent lives than either parent ever dreamed of back home, but this comes with a price.  While out flying his drone at the Wayne County airport after school one day, Ajay is brutally arrested and taken to a jail cell, where Priya is eventually called once it is discovered that, despite his height and appearance, he's still a child.  What follows is an exploration into immigration and racism, and how the Shah family deal with this possible racial-profiling-related arrest.  It was a good, solid read that explores the shades of racism and threats of deportation that face many people in the US, as well as challenges faced by people in India regarding caste hierarchy.  It was very interesting and enlightening, though sometimes a bit flat or heavy-handed, but a good, solid, worthwhile read that tackles many important themes. 

The other book I want to talk about, by another favourite Canadian author, is The Mystery of Right and Wrong by Wayne Johnston.  This audiobook, performed by several narrators, sucked me in immediately and kept me listening with increasing shock and horror until the very last word (I even listened to the lengthy Author’s Note at the end, which is very important to understand the significance of this story and the characters).  In this autobiographical fictionalized novel, Wade Jackson is a recent university graduate in St. John, Newfoundland who wants to be a writer but doesn’t know where to begin.  He meets Rachel van Hout, also a recent graduate, who can’t stop reading or writing, specifically reading Anne Frank’s diary (in multiple languages) and writing in her own diary, sometimes in what she calls “the Arelliad”, written in a language she created and which no one but she can use or understand.  Born in Cape Town, South Africa, the youngest of three sisters, Rachel grapples with her obsessions with reading and writing as she also grapples with her own family history and dynamics.  Her father, Hans van Hout, also narrates portions of this novel in the form of his own epic poem, “The Ballad of the Clan van Hout”, which serves as both a family history and an indoctrination, as the girls are made to memorize this poem even as they are sexually abused at the hands of its writer.  I don’t even know how to describe this ambitious, disturbing, heart-wrenching, thought-provoking fictionalized disclosure of the truth about the lives and histories of Johnston, who has been a long-time sufferer of hypergraphia (the compulsion to write endlessly) and hyperlexia (the compulsion to read all the time) and his wife, Rose, who suffered serial sexual abuse at the hands of her own father, along with her three sisters, in both South Africa and Newfoundland.  This was an amazing read, and I’m especially glad I listened to it, as so much of the book is written in poetry, which is best appreciated when read aloud.  It was brilliant, disturbing, and so very important, and I have a new appreciation for this author, whose books I’ve been enjoying since I was a student at Lakehead University so many decades ago and a fellow English grad student literally walked me to the library shelves and placed The Story of Bobby O’Malley in my hands, insisting I read it.  This book, like Bobby O’Malley, will stay on in my memory for years to come.  I would highly recommend it to anyone, but be warned that very disturbing themes are explored. 

That’s all for today.  Time to get out for a long walk and enjoy the milder temperatures.

Bye for now! Julie