Sunday, January 4, 2026

These are the pajamas (a two piece and a onesie) and the two tiny (palm of my hand) Squishmallows I got yesterday. They're Happy Meal toys. I had no idea MacDonalds was doing that. But it was love at first sight and I really covet more. I'll be scouring yard sales when the season starts. And, yes, when Mickey D's is offering them I'll go. I know that that is ethically (as well as nutritionally) problematic. If I was a purist I'd never go there. But it's become abundantly clear to me, especially in the past couple of years, that at heart I'm complex and sometimes contradictory. I'll give you another example in my next picture post.



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Saturday, January 3, 2026

These Heathens (adult historical fiction)

"One thing needs clearing up right off: Reverend King was not the father. That was a rumor started by crazy people and repeated by heathens. Reverend King had nothing to do with it. I only met the man once, and it wasn't that kind of meeting."
     I bet the opening sentences of Mia McKenzie's These Heathens piqued your interest. They were what kept me from returning the book unread to the Orono Public Library. Adult historical fiction is one of the genres I tend to avoid like COVID. But those lines lured me into finishing the first paragraph and moving to the second which hooked me on the narrative. 
     Doris, McKenzie's protagonist, after sixty years of silence, is going to deny the rumors and tell the truth about that long ago summer when she was seventeen and one unforgettable weekend changed the entire course of her life.
      She was not in a good place that summer. She'd had to drop out of school when she was only fifteen. Her mother was seriously sick. She was needed at home to tend to the family: her parents and younger brothers. One day she realizes that she's pregnant. 
     "I thought about God's will. I thought about my own. And I decided. I have to get rid of it."
     It's not going to be easy for her to terminate her pregnancy. Not only is abortion illegal, but her fundamentalist family, best friend, and small town town consider it to be a cardinal sin.
     In desperation she turns to her favorite high school teacher (Mrs. Lucas) who comes up with a solution. An old friend of hers (Mrs.  Roussard) who lives in a wealthy Atlanta suburb knows a Black doctor who performs abortions and is willing to bankroll the procedure. They are to come up early and spend the weekend at her house. Doris has to agree to not tell anyone what they're up to. That's fine with her. She most definitely doesn't want her parents or her best friend finding out. 
     In Atlanta Doris is like Dorothy (Wizard of Oz) when she realizes she's not in Kansas any more. She's chosen an abortion because of all things she doesn't want: being tied down by yet another needy human being and being restricted to being a wife and mother--the only roles available to girls in her rural town. But she has no idea what she wants for herself. She knows what she's running from but not what she's running towards...
     ...and she finally has a chance to find out. 
     What I like best about These Heathens is the uniqueness and authenticity of Doris's voice and how it combines with selected places and events to totally engage the resder. Adult historical fiction affecianados will really enjoy it. Heck, even a non fan of the genre can fall under its spell.
On a purrrsonal note, I had a really great morning. My sister-in-law, Cheryl, had given me a Books A Million gift card. Eugene gave me a ride over. I really needed a planner. I found an awesome one featuring cats, of course. It was half price so I could also get a book I haven't read by one of my favorite YA authors. Next we went to Walmart where Eugene got food and a pair of Hello Kitty pajamas. Finally we went to Goodwill without my even asking. I got onesie pajamas and a grab bag with two tagged happy meal Squishmallows, a cat and a dog, and some other stuff. Eugene paid for them.
A great big shout out goes out to Cheryl for giving me the gift card and Eugene for being so generous and the love of my life.
Jules Hathaway 
     
     





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Friday, January 2, 2026

Journals

This Christmas I got two cat journals from my younger daughter, Katie, and a journal from my sister-in-law, Cheryl. I'm going to have to make 2026 a very memorable year to fill that many pages. I am confident that I can--even missing out on a lot of stuff because I live in semi rural Maine and can't drive. The weather continues to be beastly. Eugene was out plowing last night. When he got he took me to Governors for breakfast which is always a treat.
A great big shout out goes out to Katie, Cheryl, Eugene, and the Governors crew who make breakfast something special. 



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Thursday, January 1, 2026

Some Places More Than Others (juvenile fiction)

     "Mom says, 'Kids who are born and raised in New York City is one thing. Kids from Oregon visiting is another.' She keeps listing reasons why letting me visit New York is a bad idea. She says to Dad, 'We don't even let Amara walk to school alone. How is she going to navigate a big city?'"
     This paragraph from Renee Watson's Some Places More Than Others tells a reader two things. Amara really wants to go to New York City. Her mother is dead set against it.
     Amara desperately wants this trip. The family she knows is limited to her parents. Her mother's parents are only children who died. Her father has relatives in the Big Apple. She wants to meet the people she's only seen in photos, to hear the passed down stories, and to understand the significance of family treasures. She wants to know why her father hasn't talked to his father in twelve years.
     On Amara's twelfth birthday her parents tell her she'll be going to New York with her father for a week, finally getting to meet her relatives, finding out what caused the rift between her dad and his dad, maybe even helping them reconcile...
     ...but the reality Amara steps into is hugely different from her expectations. Families can be quite complicated. And her newly met kin are no exception. But as she navigates the turf she learns a lot not only about her family, but about herself. 
     Older juvenile readers will enjoy this truly engaging coming of age narrative. 
On a purrrsonal note, it's the first day of 2026--hopefully a year that will be better for humans, the non human creators we share the planet with, and the environment with than the dumpster fire that was 2025. Here in Penobscot County it's starting off predictably with crappy weather. Eugene was called out to plow (on his day off) at 5:00 a.m.
Oh, yeah, I promised the reveal of my resolutions. They are:
1) To get a student services job at UMaine. When I graduated last May I didn't have the stamina to hold down a full time job. Now I do. 
2) To locate a publisher for my stroke manuscript and work on the sequel. 
3) To continue learning all I can about maintaining good blood pressure--you know, diet, exercise, stress reduction)--and altering my practices accordingly).
4) To climb a small mountain. It's a continued resolution from last year. Since I don't drive my challenge is getting to a mountain. 
5) The fun one. Get more tattoos. Cat 🐈 😻 tats of course. 
Well I hope 2026 is starting off well for you. Of course I hope that in this new year you'll continue to read my blog and recommend it to your friends. 
Jules Hathaway 

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Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Black Girl Power (juvenile Nonfiction)

     "Power is the ability to control the narrative. Your narrative. Your story, told through your lens, told in your voice. That's important. Power is also strength, and I'm not just talking about carrying seventeen bags of groceries inside in one trip. I'm talking about the strength to stand up--stand up for what you believe in, stand up for someone else, stand up after you've been knocked down, dragged down, or talked down to."
     This eloquent definition of power comes from Kwame Mbalia's Introduction to Black Girl Power, a rich and vibrant anthology of narratives written for older juvenile readers by some of the best and brightest of today's Black writers. The stories all center around girl protagonists facing serious stressors. Most settings are familiar to preteens; some less so. But the shero always prevails.
     *In Elise Bryant's The New Rules it's the first day of middle school for Maya. The bestie she'd counted on for support has recently ditched her for a less babyish chum. She feels like she can't possibly fit in until...
     ..."But, suddenly those assessing stares, those judgy glances, look a lot more self-conscious and nervous. Could they be just as freaked out about middle school and these new rules and what everyone else thinks about them as I am? Could that be...normal?"
     *Zetta, protagonist of Natasha Diaz's One Of Those Days, and her mother are about to move away from the only home she's ever known. It's their last day in her familiar neighborhood. She knows exactly how she wants to spend it.  But a weird kind of magic seems to be messing everything up. 
     *Billie, narrator of Leah Johnson's Brave prides herself on her toughness. 
     "The thing is, you gotta be fearless when you're a girl playing [ice] hockey. Otherwise, people think they can run all over you. And nobody runs over Billie Louise Tate Jr., no, sir. I spit and I fight and I can outskate and outeat and outscore anybody."
     But a diagnosis of pediatric ITP is an opponent she hasn't counted on.
     In Tola Okogwu's An Aria For Abi Abi loves singing and wants desperately to audition for a role in her school's opera production. Her mother wants her to instead focus on running. 
     "I'm juggling so many expectations, I feel like a clown sometimes. Everyone has a role they want me to play...obedient daughter...grateful scholarship kid...dedicated athlete. How am I supposed to be all these things and still be me, too?"
     That's only a sample of the truly engaging stories readers will encounter. I consider Black Girl Power to be an exceptionally good gift for girls about to make the make the big transition to middle school with its increased challenges and responsibilities. 
On a purrrsonal note, tonight's the last year of 2025. Although on the larger scale it seemed to be an unbroken stream of unmitigated disasters, in my personal life there were some real special moments, mostly centered around my finally graduating from UMaine with a masters degree in higher education: student services: the huge surprise party in the career center that had food, cards, gifts, music, a slide show, and a book with pictures and messages (So many people worked on it and kept it secret for weeks and my whole family attended--even Eugene who hates parties); the actual graduation where the president spoke glowingly about me and I got a standing ovation; and the press coverage of my accomplishment (Channel 5 News, People Magazine. Another high point was being able to perform in a drag show put on by a UMaine drag club my friend Jaxon and I started. Scattered through the year were skills I regained that I'd lost to the stroke--especially swimming. In the summer and fall groups discovered my photography talents and counted on me to be paparazzi for their social media. Better believe I'm going to develop that skill. But the most precious moments were those I spent with family and friends. 
Tobago and I plan to party at home tonight: stay up after Eugene goes to bed, reading and snuggling near the tree. I have a Fancy Feast entree for her and 1 Ghirardelli chocolate for me. I hope you have a happy and safe night.
Yes, I have crafted my resolutions. You can learn about them tomorrow. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Tuesday, December 30, 2025

Well the temp this morning was a balmy 24 degrees with sun and no wind to speak of. So I made my 4 bus 4 hour Goodwill/Hannaford run. At Goodwill I found a big Squishmallow (the one with purple) that goes purrrfectly with one I already have as you can see, a Build A Bear Workshop cat in unicorn and cloud pajamas, and a high waisted black leather jacket that looks exactly like the one Olivia Newton John wore at the end of Grease and fits me purrrfectly. For all that I paid only $10.23!!! I used the gift card Adam gave me. At Hannaford I got Cool Whip for the molasses cake I'll make Eugene tomorrow and half price Ghirardelli Christmas chocolates to enjoy in extreme moderation. Bussing back I realized that the wind was really kicking up. So I put my library trip off for another day. Very wise decision!
Jules Hathaway 




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Monday, December 29, 2025

Love In Winter Wonderland (YA romance)

     One of my favorite reading experiences is what I call immersive reading. Basically it involves recreating some of the ambiance of the book in real life. Like reading a beach novel at the ocean. Maine winters provide an immersive setting for horror stories. Once Amber and I read The Shining during an intense blizzard that had knocked the power out...
     ...But this weekend when I read Abiola Bello's Love In Winter Wonderland I realized that the snow ❄️ season can also be the setting for romance. I read it on the sofa near the Christmas tree with glimpses of white out the windows and background Christmas music. 
     I sent away for the book because it's about the fight to save an independent Black owned bookstore. Wonderland has been in the same family for generations. Now the owners are having a hard time staying afloat. They're facing unfair competition from a soulless chain, Books! Books! Books!. And there's a gentrifyer sniffing around like a shark smelling blood on the water. If they can't solve their money problems by Christmas Eve which is only weeks away...
     Of course to have a romance you have to have two human beings who are a good match (even if they don't initially seem to be) and hopefully will come to their senses by the last chapter. 
     Trey is the older son and future heir of the store owners. Working at Wonderland after school, he can see how dire the fiscal situation is. But he can't find the key to turning things around. And his father shoots down any ideas he has. 
     Ariel is a really talented artist who has a chance to get into a highly competitive art school. But it will take a lot more money than she has. So when Trey's father is sidelined for six weeks (yet another complication) she takes a part time job at Wonderland. 
     Trey unfortunately has a very possessive girlfriend of two years, Blair, who is a real piece of work: self centered, manipulative, thoughtless, cruel. She'll do anything to keep Trey under her thumb. He deserves much better. Too bad he doesn't seem to realize that.
      Is Wonderland going to survive, maybe even thrive? Are Trey and Ariel going to see the light and fall in love?
      I suggest you gather up winter snacks like Christmas cookies, cocoa, and cider, put on a Playlist--maybe the one in the book, and curl up in your favorite reading spot under a warm, soft blanket to create a immersive experience for reading a truly engaging romance narrative. 
On a purrrsonal note, I really enjoyed reviewing this book as well as reading it. Eugene doesn't see why I keep this blog up because it doesn't earn me money. If you're a long time reader you know it's mostly about promoting the diverse, inclusive, truth telling books that government grinches are working overtime to ban, burn, and bury. But it's also for the pure joy of wordsmithing in my own unique voice. 
I am also convinced that my constant writing (blogging, Journaling, poetry, fiction, nonfiction) is one of the reasons the stroke didn't touch my language centers. What we know about the brain 🧠 is that it evolves, weeding stuff we don't use and strengthening areas we use a lot. Creating links and multiple reinforcement. 
I have been the sole content creator for this blog for over fourteen years and about to hit a major milestone. Love In Winter Wonderland is the 2,947 book I've reviewed. I'm due to get to my 3,000th in 2026. I'll keep you updated on the count down. I don't know how I'll celebrate. But I'll for sure celebrate 🥳 🎉 🎊 🍾 😌 when I hit that number!!!
Getting ready for New Year's Eve. Are you?
Jules Hathaway 


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