It’s time for our Sunday morning chat. On Sundays, I ramble about what’s been going on, whatthe rest of the familyand I have been reading and watching, andwhat I’ve been writing. Some weeks I share what I am listening to.
I am reading Operation Restorationby Kari Trumbo, and will finish it this week.
It is pretty good but not necessarily what I enjoy reading right now. I am reading it for Clean Fiction Magazine, though, and I’m glad to have been introduced to the author.
I also just started The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie
Little Miss and I are almost done with The Secret Garden and I am listening to Around the World in 80 Days with The Boy.
Just Finished:
I just finished Apple Cider Slaying by Julie Anne Lindsey and enjoyed it – even if I thought the end dragged a bit.
I plan to have a full review next week.
Soon to be read:
The Deeds of the Deceitful by Ellery Adams and Tina Radcliffe
Lost Coast Literary by Ellie Alexander
The Real James Herriot: A Memoir of My Father by Jim Wight
What We watched/are Watching
I enjoyed watching a couple episodes of Lark Rise to Candleford this week because the scenery and cinematography is always so pretty.
I watched an episode of Poirot without my husband, which was weird because we always watch it together. He was at work, though.
Last night we watched the 2010 version of True Grit.
What I’m Writing
I am working on the third book in my Gladwynn Grant Mysteries. Books one and two are available on Amazon as an ebook and paperback. They will be available on Barnes and Noble June 1st and will be in ebook on Kobo at that time too.
I am also working on correcting Cassie, which you can pre-order here. Cassie is the eighth book in the Apron String Book series, which is being written by eleven authors. You can learn more about them here.
Now it’s your turn. What have you been doing, watching, reading, listening to or writing? Let me know in the comments or leave a blog post link if you also write a weekly update like this.
Hello, how was your week? Can I make you a cup of tea?
I need that warm cup of tea today, not only because the temps are a little on the chilly side this week, but because I feel slightly cold and numb inside these days.
I try to be fairly perky on my blog but right now I do not feel perky.
I feel pretty down about a lot of things.
In better news, this week we had some very nice weather and on one of those days with nice weather Little Miss and I visited the library for the first time in months. We have not been going to the library because we have so many books to read already. We are overwhelmed.
We mainly went to the library because Little Miss was very indignant when she found out her friends had gone to the library and immediately flocked to the computers to play the games they could play at home.
“They should be playing or picking out books at a library!” she declared. “Not playing video games!”
Little Miss does play some online video games with her friends so she’s not being judgmental of video game playing, but for her that day she was expressing how she feels the library is a place for reading and not for playing on the computer.
The next day, however, she was letting things slide a bit on that front, saying it would be okay if they picked out books first.
I, however, told her that she would not be playing video games on computers at our local library when we go. The library is for unplugging, for reading, for relaxing, for quieting the mind from all the online mess.
I simply will not allow her to play video games in a place I feel is sacred for readers. I know, I sound like a strict parent and I would be if I didn’t let her play any online games at all with her friends (games I keep an eye on) while they chat through a private message service. I don’t think it is strict to have rules about treating the library as a place to seek out peace instead of chaos.
The children’s librarian said her children play on the computer but only because they are there so much with her on certain days and I said that I would understand. I mean, how many books can they pick out while there waiting while Mom works? So, sure, they would spend some time on the computer.
Anyhow, Little Miss enjoyed playing with Lego’s and blocks while I picked some books out for her – okay, I picked up a couple of middle grade books for me as well and then sat and read the one book – Ginger Pye by Eleanor Estes – for a while.
While there I did learn that if you like a book and want others to have access to that book you need to check it out once in a while, otherwise libraries remove it from the shelves after a certain amount of time. The librarian told me if no one checks out a book for whatever amount of time the library sets for it to be checked out (I think she said a few years, but I can’t remember), then it is removed from the shelf – classic or not.
After we arrived home, I made spaghetti and meatballs and we headed to my parents for dinner.
Later in the week, my mom had an exciting night when a bear showed up on my parents’ front porch. My mom suffers from fibromyalgia so lying in a bed has been hard for her for years. She now sleeps in a recliner at night and her recliner is next to the patio door. She was returning from the bathroom around 1:30 when she saw something move in the dark on the patio/deck. She figured it was an opossum or racoon or maybe a skunk since those create visit a lot. Then she saw the bear rise up on its hind legs to grab for the bags Dad had created to look like a hornets nest to try to trick the hornets into thinking there was another nest there.
She said the bear dropped down and sniffed a while and then went up on it’s hind legs again. When it dropped down and rose up a third time, putting its giant paws on the glass of the door to both look in and get to the bags, she called for my dad.
Dad came running from his room with his iPad so he could try to get a photo of the bear. *Facepalm* By that time, though, the bear was making his way off the porch so Dad only saw its backend as it was walking back into the darkness.
Later that day Dad learned that a bear had been hit by a car or truck sometime in the morning along the highway near their house, but we don’t know if this was the same bear or not. My husband said someone had cut the bear’s head off, maybe to take home as a trophy. He wasn’t sure but the State Game Commission is apparently investigating the incident.
Last weekend I wasn’t feeling well because of extreme sinus pressure so we didn’t do much. Today I am having a “lady issue” that I thought I was done having so I am again home and under the covers.
Tomorrow we will have lunch at my parents for Mother’s Day.
Hopefully, my attitude and depression will improve later this week.
As an aside, I heard there is an effort going around the internet to “out” people who support Israel in any way shape, or form – or Jewish writers in general. They are listing them as Zionists, which I don’t see as a bad term. I just think there are a lot of people who don’t like Jews who don’t tremble in fear and walk into the gas chambers for them anymore.
Since I think all of this smacks very heavily to what happened in the 30s and 40s in my opinion I am hoping to get a hold of that list and buy directly from the authors any of the books that interest me.
If anyone reading this doesn’t like that I want to buy books by Jewish authors, you are more than welcome to stop following my blog.
It won’t bother me one bit.
I don’t have a lot planned for the week but I’m sure I’ll be making plenty of cups of tea or cocoa and finishing some books I have started.
I thought today I would reshare the first chapter of Gladwynn Grant Gets Her Footing for Fiction Friday since I don’t have anything new to share right now.
You can find the full book in paperback on Barnes and Noble and Amazon and in ebook on Amazon. It is also in Kindle Unlimited.
Chapter 1
“Hey, new girl. Grab a notebook and let’s go. We’ve got a one vehicle MVA on Darby Hill.”
Gladwynn Grant heard the voice but when she looked over her shoulder, her new boss had already disappeared back into the hallway.
MVA?
Wait. What did MVA stand for again?
Gladwynn racked her brain, trying to remember the meaning of the acronym.
She fumbled through her top desk drawer for a reporter’s notebook and pen, wincing when the edge of a paper sliced into the skin of her index finger.
The M wasn’t murder, was it?
Mayhem? No, that wasn’t it.
“New girl, come on.”
She looked up, but, once again, he had disappeared.
“Be right there.”
Messy? No. That wasn’t it.
She stood, slammed her knee off the metal drawer of the desk and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. Outside the window to her right snow flurries swirled against a dark gray sky.
M was for motor.
The rest came to her as she reached for her winter coat on the back of her chair.
MVA. Motor Vehicle Accident. That was it.
“Chop. Chop.” The editor was standing in the hallway. “This will be good training for you.”
Right. Good training for the job she hadn’t even wanted but needed.
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” her mother always said, a line she hated hearing growing up and detested even more as an adult.
Training for her new job in the middle of a snowstorm wasn’t exactly what she’d expected when she’d accepted the job as a reporter at the Brookstone Beacon. She thought she’d be shown the ropes slowly, over time – maybe handed a few lightweight stories to write first. Instead, it was clear she was to be thrown into the deep end right off the bat.
She quickly yanked on her red, 1940s-style coat, flipped up the hood, and shoved the pen and notebook in her large inside pocket. Snatching a pair of red leather gloves off the top of the bare desk, she rushed to follow editor Liam Finley down the dimly lit hallway toward the back door. A gust of frigid wind smacked her in the face as it opened.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she stepped out into the cold.
It took two of her steps to keep up with one of the steps of the man in front of her.
He looked over his shoulder as snow whipped around them. “We’ll take my car. Did you grab a camera?”
“Oh. No. I’ll —”
“Go back and grab one. I’ll meet you up front.”
Darting back through the snow she pulled the hood tight in front of her face, icy flakes still managing to bite at her skin. She was out of breath when she rushed back into the office, weaving through cubicles to retrieve the camera she’d been given the day before. She didn’t make eye contact with her new co-workers as she rushed back out the back door.
“Good luck, newbie,” a man’s voice called after her.
She was even more out of breath by the time she reached the parking lot, the camera clutched against her chest. Snow fell in sheets around her. Opening the passenger door of the tan BMW, she flopped into the front seat, breathing hard as melting snow dripped from her hair into her eyes. The windshield was a blur of white.
Liam shifted the car into gear and yanked it out onto the empty street. “I hope it’s a fatal. We need a centerpiece.”
Wiping snow from her face she looked at her new boss with wide eyes. His unshaven appearance made him look older than he probably was. Dark hair hung long across his forehead, just above dark brown eyes framed by dark, and remarkably long, eyelashes. Small lines creased the skin next to his eyes.
He glanced at her and lifted his shoulder. “What? We don’t have any art for page one.”
“Art?”
He shifted the car into a lower gear as snow piled up on the road. “A photo or graphic for the centerpiece.”
“Centerpiece?”
He sighed. “The main story on the front page. What are they teaching in colleges these days? I thought you’d have learned this stuff at the college newspaper.”
He seemed to have forgotten the part of her interview where she had admitted she hadn’t worked at a college newspaper for almost seven years.
Liam was driving at what she felt was an unsafe speed considering, one, the conditions, and two, the fact they were on their way to an accident caused by those same conditions. He reached over and tapped a couple buttons on the dashboard as the town whipped past them in a blur. Warmth rushed up under her and she let out a small gasp, then realized the seats were heated.
“You okay over there?”
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Yep. Totally fine.”
Liam flicked the high beams on. Even though the sun hadn’t set yet, the snow was making it seem darker out. “When we get there, you take the photos and I’ll do the talking. Watch what I do so you’ll know what to do next time.”
She nodded.
Next time.
On her own.
That should be interesting.
She didn’t know what she’d been thinking of taking this job. It was nothing like she’d expected.
She’d applied for it after the college had laid her off from her job as a research librarian at the library. She’d needed the money to pay off her college loans, which she was still paying off at the age of 27.
Well, the loans and the cute red convertible she’d bought when she thought the library job was going to be long term.
The ad on the job site had caught her eye, not really because of the job itself, but because of where it was located.
Brookstone, Pennsylvania – where her grandmother lived alone in a massive Victorian house. Two hundred miles away from where she’d grown up with her parents and, more importantly, 200 miles away from Bennett Steele.
“You’re a quiet one, Grant.” Liam’s voice broke through her thoughts. “What’d you do before you came here again?”
Clearly, he had not read her resume at all. She had a feeling all he’d wanted was a warm body to fill the vacancy.
She rubbed her gloved hands together and blew into them. “Library assistant for Brock College. They laid me off a couple of months ago.”
“From librarian to a reporter. This must be cultural shock to you.”
She glanced at him then back at the steadily growing whiter road in front of them. “Yeah, a little. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”
She doubted her own words.
In the last week, every idea she’d had of what a reporter actually did had been shattered beyond recognition. Sure, she knew she’d be expected to attend municipal meetings and community gatherings and write a story about them. Now, though, she knew they also expected her to take the photographs, proofread her co-workers’ stories, and sometimes answer the phones at the front desk. Small town newspapers were nothing like the larger ones portrayed in movies and books.
She hadn’t interacted much with Liam yet, other than her brief interview and a brief staff meeting a couple of days ago. She’d already pegged him as someone who lived mainly for his job and wasn’t afraid to push the envelope when it came to succeeding at it, though.
Flashing red and blue lights cut through the fog and snow up ahead. Emergency vehicles were parked in the middle of the road and off to the side, near the guardrails.
Liam smoothly pulled his car behind a black truck with a blue flashing light on top. Through a space between a fire truck and an ambulance, she could see a maroon SUV on its roof and, behind it, a blue sedan dented in the front and partway off the road.
A state police trooper turned as they approached the scene, hands at his waist. “You need to stay back.”
His voice was deep and made Gladwynn, who had never considered herself timid, want to say “Yes, sir” and dash back to Liam’s car.
Liam, however, didn’t seem bothered. He tipped his head in a curt nod. “Of course. My reporter here just needs some photos. She can stand back here to get them. I heard entrapment on the scanner. Can you confirm that?”
The trooper merely held up his hand. “You’ll need to step back, sir. Only emergency responders past this point.”
Liam ignored the trooper and raised his hand to greet one of the firemen walking toward them. “Justin! Hey! How you doing? Bad night out here, huh?”
The firefighter nodded solemnly, and Gladwynn noticed the word “chief” emblazoned on the yellow helmet he was wearing. “It is. I can’t talk now, but call me later and I can give you some details. One injury so far.”
“And I’m sure I can call the barracks later for a report.” Liam smiled at the trooper as he walked around him toward the ambulance. “Right?”
The trooper’s eyes narrowed, jaw tightening, but he didn’t move to stop Liam. “Sure.”
Liam raised an imaginary camera to his eye, making a motion with his finger as if clicking a shutter. Gladwynn took the hint and began taking photographs, glad she’d kept up her photography hobby over the years. When her foot slipped after a few shots, she thought she was going down, but a hand under her elbow steadied her. She looked up at a firefighter with practically translucent blue eyes and a broad, friendly smile.
He let go of her elbow and looked at her feet. “Not the best shoes for this weather.”
His accent was thick. Clearly Irish. What was an Irishman doing in Brookstone?
She glanced at her high-heeled boots. Her grandmother had also commented on their impracticality this morning. “Yeah, I need to start carrying winter boots with me.”
The firefighter winked as he turned to walk away. “It’d be a good idea.”
Liam stood next to the ambulance talking to the fire chief. Radio chatter and the purr of engines served as background noise to the voices of the responders and eventually a call for a backboard. Gladwynn stepped back, lifting the camera to snap a few shots as the firemen kneeled next to the car.
A dark green glove blocked her view. “No photos of victims.”
A different, less friendly, and less attractive, firefighter stood before her with a scowl.
She swallowed hard. “Yeah. Sure. No problem.”
He turned his back toward her, standing more squarely in front of her as if to get his point across. Lowering the camera, she stepped to her right and looked over the man’s burly right shoulder in time to see Liam walking toward her, hands shoved in his coat pockets.
He nodded his head toward his car and walked past her. She assumed that meant he wanted her to follow him. At this point, she’d rather be at home curled up under a blanket with a book and a cup of blueberry tea sweetened with a healthy helping of honey.
“No fatality, but still good art with that SUV on its hood,” he said as she fell in step with him. “Did you get some good shots?”
“Um, yeah, I think so.”
“Bart tried to stop you, didn’t he?”
“Well, yes, but I —”
“Big buffoon thinks he can tell us how to do our jobs. Those state police don’t help matters either. They cover all the little towns and townships without a police force. That’s most of the county these days. They act like they are the gatekeepers of all information at any emergency scene we show up to.”
He slid into the driver’s side and slammed the door closed.
She pulled the passenger side door closed gently and blew into her hands again. The gloves were stylish, but definitely not warm. “Does Brookstone still have a police department?”
He shook his head. “Not anymore, no. It was disbanded maybe six years ago, from what I understand. I’ve only been here for four.” He tapped the heater button again. This time Gladwynn was ready. “First lesson, Grant — we work for our readers. It’s our job to get the story, even if you have to push a little to do it. If we have to go through a couple of arrogant volunteer firefighters or cops to do our jobs, then so be it.” He looked at her. “Got it?”
She nodded slowly, wishing she felt the confidence he obviously had.
He took the camera from her and flipped through the photos on the screen. “Not bad. We’ve got at least four good shots.”
Handing the camera back, he backed the car up until he could turn it around and head back toward the office. He held his phone to his ear as he drove, but didn’t slow down, despite the fact even more snow had fallen since they’d arrived on the scene.
“Tom, hey. We’ve got a centerpiece shot for the front. Horizontal, four columns.”
He slid his finger over the end button and tossed the phone into the center console. “We should be able to craft a story together when we get back. I’ll have you contact the state police in about half an hour and see if they have some information for us. You can send me what you find out and I’ll add it to the story.”
He moved the car into the opposite lane, shifted the car into a lower gear, and passed a car moving slowly along the snow-covered highway. Gladwynn gripped the door handle, closed her eyes, and pressed herself back into the seat.
In that moment, wondering if she’d be the next person being pulled from an upside-down vehicle, she desperately missed her previous job where she’d spent most days inside a building, searching the online catalog for books for college students.
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Today I am sharing four YouTube Channels I watch to relax. Now, I thought of writing about this subject two weeks ago but didn’t get around to it. Last week my friend Erin from Still Life, With Cracker Crumbs wrote a similar post. Her post was about booktubers she watches. I want to explain that I did not steal the idea from her. If I had, however, she wouldn’t care a bit. Ha! Anyhow, go check out her post too.
Just A Few Acres
I’ve mentioned this one before but this is a channel run by a farmer in Ithaca, N.Y. His name is Pete and he opens a lot of his videos by just saying, in a calm voice, Hi, I’m Pete.
His videos mainly focus on whatever he is doing on the farm that particular day or him working on his Farmall Tractors. They farm a small head of cattle and brooder chickens.
Sometimes Farmer Pete worries about the purpose of his channel and a couple of months ago he was lamenting over the fact that he didn’t think his videos were contributing anything to society. His viewers commented in droves, letting him know how relaxing they find his videos and how watching them helps their thoughts quiet.
I had to agree. Watching him conduct his every day business and then share about it in his calm, methodical, and relaxed way is very relaxing and grounding for me. Maybe it is because I grew up in a farming area or just because he’s pretty laid back no matter what life throws at him and I wish I could be like that.
The Cottage Fairy
This channel is run by a young woman who lives, I think, in Washington State. She lives in a small house in the middle of the woods with her young husband and her videos feature some deep thoughts about life and also her life as an artist and working in a small bookstore in the town near her.
Her videos feature soft music and beautiful scenery in the deep woods as well as flowers and bookshelves.
She has recently put posting on hold as she prepares to have a baby and I have a feeling she will post very little once she has her baby because she seems the type of woman who will want to focus more attention on her child than social media.
Forgotten Way Farms
I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this one before too but this is run by a woman who films herself making wonderful homecooked meals for her large family, homesteading, thrift shopping, and sharing about books.
It is a very calming channel and, of course, this is only one part of her life, but I appreciate she keeps her channel focused on calming and everyday simple living. It is a nice distraction from the craziness of life.
Intentionally Bookish
This one is a new one for me. I found her while looking for cozy mystery recommendations. I like how she loves cozy mysteries and lets you know why and how she’s just so bubbly and happy on her videos. Again, I know that the videos are only a part of her life so I know she isn’t happy all of the time but I appreciate the excitement she brings to her reviews and her recommendations. Plus I’ve found a couple of really good recommendations from her so far.
Shaken by her parents’ divorce and discouraged by the growing chasm between herself and her serious boyfriend, Nikki Werner seeks solace at her uncle’s farm in a small Missouri hamlet. She’ll spend the summer there, picking up the pieces of her shattered present so she can plan a better future. But what awaits her at the ancestral farm is a past she barely knows.
Among her late grandmother’s belongings, Nikki finds an old notebook filled with handwritten German recipes and wise sayings pulled from the book of Proverbs. With each recipe she makes, she invites locals to the family table to hear their stories about the town’s history, her ancestors–and her estranged father.
What started as a cathartic way to connect to her heritage soon becomes the means through which she learns how the women before her endured–with the help of their cooking prowess. Nikki realizes how delicious streusel with a healthy dollop of faith can serve as a guide to heal wounds of the past.
MY THOUGHTS:
When I first started reading this book, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through. It wasn’t that the writing was bad, it was that it was a bit slower than other books I read. This isn’t a hard-hitting, fast-paced book, and that’s okay, but it was just not what I was used to. I kept going and before long the easy-going pace with detailed descriptions, paragraphs of deep thoughts, and messages grew on me. While the slower pace of the book isn’t a detriment to the story, I think it is an important observation to mention for those who prefer a story with a quicker pace. However, I would encourage those who aren’t usually into “slower” books to give this one a chance.
Even without adventure and action, this book is still capable of captivating the reader. Nikki grapples with the broken relationship with her father which leads to a broken relationship with her fiancé. The fiancé is not a major character in the book since he is thousands of miles away from where she is throughout most of the book.
Nikki is helped in this personal journey with wisdom passed down from her grandmother in a notebook full of personal observations and recipes. She receives further advice from her uncle whom she forms a sweet bond with as the story progresses. That bond helps her to learn not only about her uncle’s life journey, but also the life experiences that shaped her father and his actions.
I easily fell in love with Brunsvold’s characters, even though the main character was not really my favorite at first. In the beginning I found her actions to be selfish and childish but when I compared her reactions to some of my own reactions to past traumatic experiences in my life, I realized her reactions really were very realistic.
The characters who kept this story moving forward in a relatable way were the gentle uncle who wants to do all he can to help his niece and his brother heal their hearts; the spunky aunt/great aunt who adds both humor and spiritual depth; and the nurturing, supportive friend of the uncle who also becomes a friend of Nikki.
There is a bit of romance in the book, but it is not a plot driver. There are two romances and they are subplots meant to help the reader get to know the characters and their motivations better. The entire message of the book about forgiving others and ourselves for past mistakes wouldn’t entirely fall apart if either romance was removed, but the romances make the message even richer.
While I enjoyed both of the romance subplots, I was glad that the main plot dealt more with Nikki trying to come to terms with not only her father’s actions, but her reactions to what he did that led to the split of their family. This was a book that was about the baggage we bring with us through life and how if we don’t deal with the difficult things in that baggage, we will continue to hurt those around us.
Faith in God is the main foundation of this book. Not only do the characters attend church, but they have a personal relationship with Jesus. They ask for help from him and are guided by his message of forgiveness throughout the story. The cookbook that Nikki learns and cooks from is full of messages of how God works in our life. The messages in the cookbook provide a type of devotional within the book so it is almost as if The Divine Proverb of Streusel is two books in one.
This is a book I would not hesitate to recommend to others. It has an uplifting message, is void of swearing, sex, or violence, and weaves together the stories of characters who were so well developed it felt as if I knew them. It wasn’t until I had almost finished this review and was talking to my husband about a family situation that it hit me how much of an impression this book had made on me. It had been a couple of days since I had read it and yet it still had me thinking about how we forgive those who have hurt us when the person never offers an apology or even believes they did nothing wrong. Or maybe they do offer an apology but it is not in their words but in actions that we don’t feel are enough for us.
Maybe the person has passed away and we will never receive the apology we so craved. What do we do with that unresolved pain, the lack of closure? We can choose to hold on to bitterness or let it go and give it to God. This book is a reminder that even if the other person doesn’t meet us where we need them to, God always will.
I am a little late on this one but oh well. Life gets in the way of blogging. Gasp! I know. Shocking. *wink*
But seriously, I forgot that I wanted to write a post about what I read in April and what I “plan” on reading in May last week so I am doing it this week instead.
To explain, I always write what I plan to read in a certain month, but I almost never stick to my list of what I will read, as you can see if you ever look back on blog posts where I have shared what I plan to read.
First up, what I read in April:
The Cat Who Talked to Ghosts by Lilian Jackson Braun
I offered a longer review of this on the blog yesterday. You can find that HERE.
The short version, though, is that I liked this book and it became one of my favorites of the series for the different version of Jim Qwilleran, the fact they were investigating the death of a close friend (which made me sad) and just the humor offered between Qwill and a child and then Qwill and his girlfriend Polly’s new kitten.
The Mystery at Lilac Inn by Carolyn Keene
Oh Nancy Drew, I do love you.
Even though so much of these books are completely unbelievable and silly. I can’t help reading them, though, because even with some silly plot points mixed in, the overall plots actually do hold up and are interesting. The books are like fluffy Angel Food Cake. They just melt in your mouth – a quick and sweet treat that makes you roll your eyes and giggle and then reach for another one.
This one involved a mystery at an inn (obviously, by the title), Nancy’s identity being stolen, and missing jewels. And as always Carson Drew, Nancy’s father, gave her permission to chase after dangerous people and be nearly killed as long as she was “careful.”
A Troubling Case of Murder on the Menu by Donna Doyle
I shared a review of this one last week. It was cute and sweet without much bite or plot at all. And that was just fine with me. Sometimes we need something like that. The book was only about 100 pages and I’m sure I will read others in this cute and short series.
For a shortened version of the plot: a retired, older woman, decides to start blogging as a hobby to fill her days now that her husband has passed away. In the process of visiting restaurants to blog about them she stumbles onto a dead body. Emily Cherry is a cute main character and her supporting characters include curious cat Rosemary and her overprotective family and a good friend, Anita.
Night Falls on Predicament Avenue by Jaime Jo Wright
I did not like this book. Let’s just get that out of the way. I liked parts of it and it moved along fast to start with.
Then it got repetitive.
The main character lives in an inn that is known to be haunted and has a history of death. There is a cemetery behind the old Victorian-house that houses the inn. Her sister was found dead near the inn. She is surrounded by death and constantly feels like the bony fingers of death are strangling her (we are told this at the beginning and end of almost every chapter after all) and her life is sad and hopeless because of her sister’s death. She has become almost a recluse. We are reminded of all these things about ten to twenty times throughout the book – in case we forgot the other ten or twenty times it was mentioned.
This is a dual timeline book so there is a mystery in the past and that got a little weird for me because the girl in the past seemed to be falling in love with a married man or a murderer or … who even knows at some points which is the good part of the mystery.
I might have been able to push a 3.5 stars out for this one if it hadn’t been for the sick and twisted ending that made me want to throw up and gave me the ickiest feeling.
All of this might not have bothered me so much if it wasn’t for the book being promoted as Christian Fiction. I got scolded by a reader for having a long kiss but this book was demented and that same reader gushed over it. Christian readers can be really, really weird at times. Kissing bad. Demented murder and assault good. Ha. Ha. Weird, right?
The Divine Proverb of Streusel by Sara Brunsvold
This book was about a woman (Nikki) who finds out her father has cheated on her mother and is divorcing her and sort of has a mental breakdown.
Her entire foundation of what her family was and what love means is shaken. She is engaged to a man and worries the same could happen to their relationship one day. She takes off to her late grandmother’s house a couple of states away and stays with her uncle who she barely knows to try to find herself. Her uncle (who is her dad’s brother) is in the process of cleaning out his mother’s house. She finds an old cookbook filled with recipes but also wisdom and begins cooking her grandmother’s recipes as a way to distract herself. In the process she begins to learn about her family, including the difficult relationship that her father had with his father.
The bottom line is that I enjoyed this one and it had me thinking about it a couple days later even.
I will have a full review of it up tomorrow.
Murder in an Irish Village by Carlene O’Connor
This book follows the story of an Irish family who lost their parents a year before and are working hard to keep the family bistro/café running. The story is told from the perspective of Shioban O’Sullivan, the older sister who was going to go to college but couldn’t when her parents died and she was left to care for her siblings. While they are all trying to adjust to life without their parents, she walks downstairs one morning and finds a dead body in the bistro.
Shioban already has feelings for the Guarda (which is essentially a town cop in Ireland) and things get awkward when she decides she has to help solve the murder after her brother is accused.
I really enjoyed this one, which is the first in a series. The characters are either hilarious, sweet, or obnoxious in a good way and the Irish sense of humor is one I can relate to. There was some swearing in this one but no graphic violence or sex at all.
The Middle Moffat by Eleanor Estes
I read this middle-grade book in March and then read it again with Little Miss. The book is about Jane Moffat, the middle child in the Moffat family. She is a little girl who is being raised with her three other siblings by her mom. Her father has passed away.
The book begins with Jane deciding she would like to be introduced to people as The Middle Moffat. She meets the oldest inhabitant in town that day and a friendship forms when she slips and calls herself the Mysterious Middle Moffat. The oldest inhabitant is a 99-year-old Civil War veteran and thinks it is so funny that she calls herself mysterious and even when she tries to explain that she misspoke (she’d actually been trying to think of additional titles to add to the Middle Moffat) he continues to call her mysterious.
Each time he sees her he taps his nose and calls her mysterious. Jane, in turn, becomes concerned that something might happen to the man before he turns 100 and begins to try to protect him, including spending a day with him one day when it is really foggy because she is concerned he will walk out into the fog and be injured.
Each chapter is a type of story of it’s own, but there are always a few aspects that carry over, including the interactions with the oldest inhabitant.
We ended up reading this book around the same time as the solar eclipse and it worked out perfectly because there is also a chapter about Jane trying to see the solar eclipse with her friend Nancy. We also read a chapter about Jane having friend problems with Nancy around the same time Little Miss was having some issues with her friends.
There was only one chapter we didn’t like as much as felt like it dragged a bit.
I hope to read the other books in this series soon.
Coming up in May
I am already reading two books: Apple Cider Slaying by Julie Anne Lindsey and Operation Rescue by Kari Trumbo.
Apple Cider Slaying is a cozy mystery.
I don’t know that I really want to read Operation Rescue, to be honest, but I agreed to read it to review for Clean Fiction Magazine so it may surprise me and become one I like. It is a Christian Fiction book about a rehab center for people who have been rescued from human trafficking and I think there is going to be some romance mixed in between staff at the rehab center – not with any of the victims who are there for healing, thankfully.
I am reading The Secret Garden with Little Miss and we will finish it this month because we are more than halfway through it already.
I also plan to read The Mysterious Affair of Styles by Agatha Christie. It is the first Hercule Poirot book.
I don’t know if I will get to other books this month since I am a slow reader and am also listening to Around the World in 80 Days on Audible with The Boy but other books, I have on my list this month or next are:
Lost Coast Literary by Ellie Alexander
The Deeds of the Deceitful by Ellery Adams and Tina Radcliffe
Death At A Scottish Christmas by Lucy Connelly
The Women of Wyntons by Donna Mumma
The Real James Herriott by Jim Wight
And
Watership Down by Richard Adams
Right before I published this, though, Little Miss and I went to the library and I picked up The Strawberry Girl by Lois Lenski and Ginger Pye by Eleanor Estes so those two will probably get bumped in front of some of those in the above list.
How was your reading in April and do you have ideas of what you will read in May or will you just figure it out as you go (which is what I will probably do in the end because I am such a mood reader).
I have read almost all of the 29 books in The Cat Who series by Lilian Jackson Braun and there have been hits and misses and a couple all out duds – like any series.
Originally, I had skipped The Cat Who Talked To Ghosts because when I started it it seemed to be written in first person point of view and while I read books in first person POV, all of the other The Cat Who books are written in third. I wasn’t sure I would like the change.
It turns out, however, that only a section of the first chapter of the book is written in the first person point of view. The rest of the book is written in the third person.
I opened the book on my Kindle one night after a particularly hard day when I needed a comfort read. I’m glad I needed that type of read because this turned out to be one of my favorite books in the series.
For those who don’t know about this series, it features former big city newspaper reporter Jim Qwilleran (most commonly referred to Qwill in the series), now a small town newspaper columnist living in what I believe is Northern Michigan, though it’s never really said where the fiction town of Pickax in the fictional county of Moose County is.
Braun simply says Moose County is “north of everywhere.” According to the site Novel Suspects, “Though fictitious, Pickax is generally assumed to be based on the town of Bad Axe, Michigan, where Braun lived for many years.”
The series starts with Qwilleran living in the city (probably Chicago though it never really says), writing for a newspaper, and falling into a murder investigation or two. He ends up adopting two cats during that first book – a cat named Koko Kao Kung (Koko for short) and Yum-Yum. Koko is the one who has some mysterious skills that help Qwill solve crimes. Some of those skills include opening books, knocking things off shelves, or alerting Qwill to unsavory characters who look like nice people.
This installment deals with the murder of Qwill’s former housekeeper. She calls Qwill in the middle of the night, saying she has been hearing weird, ghostly noises at the apartment she lives in at the county museum, which she is the caretaker of.
Qwill heads out for the 20-minute-drive to her apartment but by the time he arrives, Iris Cobb is already dead on the floor of her kitchen, apparently frightened to death. Qwill wants to find out who killed her and the museum also needs a temporary caretaker so it works out perfectly when the chairman of the museum board asks if he knows anyone who can fill in temporarily. Qwill packs up the cats and moves into the museum himself to see if he hears the ghostly sounds Iris said she was hearing.
During the stay, Koko does his best to lead Qwill to the killer, including literally sniffing out clues and knocking particular books off shelves. In the process of trying to find Iris’s murderer, Qwill meets some interesting neighbors – a couple from the south who have a three year old daughter and a young woman living alone on a goat farm.
Qwill is thrown into a secondary mystery when another murder occurs but seems to be separate from the first. In all honesty, the first death very well could have been an accident since the woman had a heart condition and some health issues. Qwill will have to figure it out.
One thing to know about Qwill is that he is not a huge fan of children. He has no children. He doesn’t want children. The fact that a child was written into this story and he had to interact with said child offered a new layer to his character that was both funny and endearing.
This installment turned out to be one of my favorites even though one of the regular recurring characters in the series was the victim this time. There was a totally different feeling to this book than others. There seemed to be an actual focus on the mystery while in other books there is a lot of wandering around and rambling side stories that have nothing to do with the main mystery. That can be both a comforting and annoying aspect to the books.
I love reading about the quirky characters in Moose County but in some books, I think Braun forgot she was supposed to be writing a mystery.
Luckily The Cat Who Talked to Ghosts was not one of them. It revealed more of Qwill’s character as someone who cares more for children than he realized and who actually grieved more over a victim than in other books, most likely because he was so much closer to this victim than other victims.
This was also the book where we are introduced to Bootsie, Qwill’s girlfriend Polly’s cat who is hilarious referred to as a beast of a cat in future books.
The Cat Who books really do not need to be read in order since Braun briefly catches the reader up to who Qwill and the regular characters are in each book. I would highly recommend this one for any lovers of cozy mysteries.
It’s time for our Sunday morning chat. On Sundays, I ramble about what’s been going on, whatthe rest of the familyand I have been reading and watching, andwhat I’ve been writing. Some weeks I share what I am listening to.
Yesterday I woke up with insane sinus pressure. More than I have had in a long time. It hurt so bad I couldn’t smile or show much emotion so I think my family thought I was mad at them all day. I had to keep explaining about how bad it hurt and that it wasn’t them. This time anyhow. Ha!
I don’t know if it is an actual sinus infection or if it is just because of allergies, the temperature drop yesterday and the rain today. Whatever it is, it stinks, but hopefully it will clear up later this week.
Little Miss had a couple of friends over and they played all around outside, briefly at the playground, and inside. After they went home we watched the movie Migration as a family.
Today, if I can get off this couch after I finish this blog post, we will have lunch at my parents. If not I will just sit here and whine for the rest of the day while sipping tea.
What I/we’ve been Reading
Currently:
Apple Cider Slaying by Jennifer Anne Lindsey
Description:
Blossom Valley, West Virginia, is home to Smythe Orchards, Winnie and her Granny’s beloved twenty-five-acre farm and family business. But any way you slice it, it’s struggling. That’s why they’re trying to drum up business with the “First Annual Christmas at the Orchard,” a good old-fashioned holiday festival with enough delicious draw to satisfy apple-picking locals and cider-loving tourists alike—until the whole endeavor takes a sour turn when the body of Nadine Cooper, Granny’s long-time, grudge-holding nemesis, is found lodged in the apple press. Now, with Granny the number one suspect, Winnie is hard-pressed to prove her innocence before the real killer delivers another murder . . .
I’m also reading The Secret Garden which I am reading aloud to Little Miss.
Just Finished:
Murder Barks Twice by Jennifer Hawkins (will have a review up soon).
I was surprised to find the audiobook for this available for free on Amazon this week when I went to purchase a copy of a book for a friend. I downloaded it and it helped me get through it a little faster as I listened to it while driving to pick up groceries on Friday and yesterday while puttering around the house with the aforementioned sinus pressure. Most of the time I read it though because I found the narrator a little annoying. She made every character sound afraid no matter what they were saying. It was weird. I read the last few chapters instead of listening to it.
Soon to be read:
Operation Restoration by Kari Trumbo
The Deeds of the Deceitful by Ellery Adams and Tina Radcliffe
Lost Coast Literary by Ellie Alexander
The Real James Herriot: A Memoir of My Father by Jim Wight
What We watched/are Watching
This week I watched Booktubers, as they are called, and mainly those who read cozy mysteries. I gleaned a lot of book suggestions from those videos.
I didn’t watch other shows except for an episode of Midsomer Murders with The Husband because it was nice out and I mainly read a book outside on the back porch. What I’m Writing
I am listening to Around the World in 80 Days on Audible.
I do not like the song Angels by Sarah McClaulin (spelling) at all since it has been so overplayed, but just heard a version by David Phelps and liked it a lot more with his arrangement.
Photos from Last Week
Blog Posts I Enjoyed This Past Week
Now it’s your turn
Now it’s your turn. What have you been doing, watching, reading, listening to or writing? Let me know in the comments or leave a blog post link if you also write a weekly update like this.
Boondock Ramblings 