Why I Love Horror (adult nonfiction)

     Back in my undergraduate years (Gordon College class of '83) one evening some friends of mine and I were enjoying a horror movie marathon. Some Japanese students were studying diligently in a nearby room. Every time they heard screaming they burst in, valiantly determined to save us from whatever danger we were confronting. About the third time one thought to ask why we insisted on watching movies that frightened us so much. None of us could give a coherent answer. What indeed draws some people to that genre of books and movies? I was clueless--just knew I loved me some Stephen King. My girls followed in my footsteps, cutting their teeth on R. L. Stine before moving on up to Maine's own horrormeister. Why was that the predominant genre of our read alouds? I was still clueless.

     Over forty years later and the proud mother of a published horror author (Amber, Little. White Flowers) I found enlightenment in Why I Love Horror, an anthology of essays by top adult scary story authors on their whys behind their callings edited by librarian extraordinaire Becky Siegel Spratford. 

     In the Introduction Sadie Hartmann welcomes readers "...to this gathering of voices--a kaleidoscope of perspectives from some of the finest writers in the realm of horror. A collection of essays penned by masters of the macabre, revealing their unique path that has led them here, to this way station; a place designed for you to rest from the calling of your stack of unread horror books and enjoy this time of refreshment and unity."

     Brian Keene (Brian Keene's Giant-Size Man-Thing) was a kid in the early 70s. The parents at that time had lived through the turbulent 60s and many were withdrawing into drugs and alcohol or depression and anxiety. A number of his friends were abused, and he knew what went on behind closed doors. 

     His first encounter with horror, The Man-Thing--led him to an epiphany: the grotesque looking shambling being is not always the monster. Rather it can be the normal looking person in authority committing horrific acts covertly. Mr. Policeman is not always our friend. 

     He reminds us that demand increases for horror books and movies in times of national or international turmoil. Faced with school shootings, environmental degradation, climate change, a Trump presidency..."There is a safety and comfort in curling up with make-believe monsters so that we can tune out the very real monsters all around us, if only for a little while."

     Tananarive Due (My Road to Horror) started on that path at eight when she shared a room with a great-grandmother on an oxygen machine that hissed loudly through the night. She realized that she'd eventually get older and die.

     "Meeting mortality up close in my great-grandmother's bedroom--really understanding, perhaps from photos around the house, that she had once been a little girl just like me and that one day I would be an old woman just like her--changed my life forever."

     Jennifer McMahon grew up feeling like an outsider-- dressing differently, having different desires, and having a decidedly different family configuration than her peers. She yearned to become a monster. She actually tried to become a werewolf at the age of eight.  Fortunately she discovered that creating the horror narrative without the physical transformation gave her what she needed.

     "Horror has given me a place where I am not the perpetual outsider, the freaky Monster Girl; a place where I recognize myself in the monsters, the heroes, and everyone in between."

     And there are so many more rich, diverse, complex  narratives on the theme. In the last paragraph of the Introduction Hartmann tells readers:

     "So, whether you are a lifelong devotee of horror or a curious newcomer, I welcome you to lay your bags down at this way station and stay awhile. May these essays deepen your appreciation for the genre and illuminate the power of stories to scare, surprise, and sustain us. Let's love the dark even more--not for its own sake, but for the way it requires us to turn on a light to help us see ourselves and each other."

On a purrrsonal note, today is Veterans Day. I confess to be ambivalent about it. I respect the veterans, many of whom lost their lives or came back from over there with severe disabilities. I don't want the day used to pimp used cars and other merch. I am not, however, respecting those who made the decisions that put them in harm's way. Of all the years America has been a nation there have precious few without a war--declared or otherwise--going on. And those in my lifetime, Vietnam for example, have been wars of aggression. There were NO WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION in Afghanistan and there's evidence that we knew that. We expect our kindergarteners to use their words, not their fists. Don't we deserve for the people we elect to the highest offices to use their diplomacy not their weapons? And isn't it interesting how often it's war hawks who try to cut funding for veterans' services. 

A great big shout out goes out to our veterans and their families.

Jules Hathaway 

     

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A night to remember

Last night was the pay what you can community dinner to benefit Black Bear Mutual Aid Fund and Orono Food Pantry. The most excellent food was made by volunteers. The people who run the thrift shop had rounded up a truly eclectic collection of bowls people got to keep. I got a Hello Kitty one. We got lots of people from both UMaine and Orono. What was awesome was that people were really mingling and not just sticking with their besties. Busting the town/gown barrier. Whole lot of peeps asking when we'll do it again. YASSS!!! And we netted $500 for the worthy organizations. Of course I was the paparazzi. I live for nights 🌙 ✨️ like that.

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Pretty Girl County

    "You have the pretty girls like Reya with the all-expenses-paid lifestyle. Their parents are doctors, judges, and business owners, and they are happy to foot the bill for luxury cars and rotating designer wardrobes. It's all tiny golf club sets as toddlers, diamond earrings in middle school, and fancy cars on sixteenth birthdays. An after-school job? For what?!

     As you might have guessed, I do not fall into that category. Instead, I'm standing here at the bus stop, in this blazing heat, because my parents share our one family car and I need to get to work."

     Lisa Morin and I have been besties for about fifteen years. I met her when she arrived at UMaine to start her job. I knew from our first meeting that I wanted to be her friend. We bonded over mutual interests like ending campus student food insecurity. One year she took me to an international conference on the subject. We got to know and love each other's kids. When I had the stroke she was there for me and when I got my degree she was for sure celebrating 🍾. 

     Why this trip down memory lane? Our friendship ❤️ is a story of how beautiful and life affirming a deep for better or worse friendship can be. It gets me mad when society celebrates romance and denigrates friendship. We say just friendship like it's nothing. What I like best about Anita Wilson's Pretty Girl County is that it centers around female friendship. No matter what romances are struggling or thriving the focus is on co narrators Reya and Sommer.

     The girls grew up together closely bonded in a poorer town. They were in and out of each other's homes, doing everything together, sharing hopes and dreams as their parents struggled to provide them with better lives. Reya's mom, by putting herself through law school, is able to move herself and her daughter into a mansion in a much more affluent and prestigious town. Despite attending the same school the girls pretty much lose touch. 

     In their senior year closing in on graduation Reya is in crisis mode. Her life long dream has been to get into Fashion Institute of Technology--"the Dior of fashion design programs"--for a way to get into her dream career. Sadly she's been waitlisted. In order to beat out the others on the list, she's directing and providing the garments for the school's annual fashion show...

     ...which is far from turning into the shining success she needs. Someone suggests she recruit Sommer, whose skill set is just what she needs, to be on Team Reya...

     ...Sommer, feeling betrayed and abandoned, is far from enthusiastic about the prospect. And she's having her own crises. Not only is she trying desperately to afford her dream school, Spelman, but things are about to get more precarious for her family. Her father's beloved bookstore is in the path of gentrification and slated to be demolished...

     ...unless someone with the prestige and connections of Reya's mother...

     ...so can the girls put aside hurts and suspicions to help each other? Can this friendship be saved?

     Only one way to find out.

On a purrrsonal note, the sunrise this morning was so gorgeous it almost took my breath away. Vibrant luminous shades of apricot and rose stretched across the horizon while above pink clouds drifted across a pale blue sky. It was particularly striking when Eugene and I crossed the bridge and saw everything reflected upside down in the river. Particularly vivid sunrises are one of the very few up sides to winter. 

A great big shout out goes out to you, with hopes that you too had a good start to your day. 

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Me and Da Queen

Yesterday Bailey had a sock puppet making event. I was paparazzi. And of course I made a puppet. The challenge for me was that everyone was using hot glue guns. Given my still lagging fine motor skills--not such a good idea. So I used fabric paint. Da Queen came out as awesome as all the others. It was a really special time. People were taking great care with (and great pride in) their creations and having fun. We were using really basic materials. But each puppet had a distinct personality. I'm wearing my new banned books tee shirt and my new free jeans with the extra side pockets. In my opinion, a very good look. Today I'm seeing blue skies. There is barely any wind. I think I'll be able to work outside nearly all day near my still gorgeous flowers. 

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Some Mistakes Were Made (YA fiction)

     "'The same way most things change. So slowly you don't know it's happening.' She smiles wide and passes me the picture...'Life is just a series of small choices, and you can only see the one in front of you, but it leads you to the next and the next. Eventually you've ended up somewhere you don't even recognize.'"

     In this paragraph in her Some Mistakes Were Made Kristen Dwyer neatly sums up the gist of the book. For the most part the narrative revolves around the small incremental decisions of the characters and the reactions of those around them, just like our lives so often do.

      Ellis has the kind of home life that might have you wondering where Children's Protective Services were. Her father is in and out of prison. Her mother takes off for long stretches of time. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase home alone. In contrast, Easton and his brothers live a charmed life with highly engaged parents. Their mother, Sandry, is especially protective of her boys. When Ellis is drawn into their fold it's no wonder she prefers their home to hers--especially because she and Easton become so close...

     ...but when you first meet Ellis she's thousands of miles away from home, graduating from a California high school. She's been forced to go away for her senior year by Sandry after some pretty bad decisions on her part. She's pretty much relegated that family to her past...

     ...when they invite, actually pretty much demand that she come home to help prepare for Sandry's gala fiftyth birthday party. She goes even though she's not sure she really wants to. 

     Dwyer makes great use of alternating time-lines to gradually reveal both the choices on Ellis' part that led Sandry to send her away and the attempts at reconciliation and their consequences on her return. For readers who prefer narratives centered on the relationships of well meaning but far from perfect people it is a most excellent choice for a read.

On a purrrsonal note, I had a most excellent Wednesday. A Christian organization on campus was having a clothes giveaway. I scored a top and 2 perfect fit pairs of jeans, one with 4 side pockets. At Orono Thrift I scored an awesome banned books tee 👕 , a book, a fancy hair ornament, and a critter. In the afternoon I was paparazzi for fondue and friends at the Wade Center on campus. The fondue was great. I let myself drizzle a little chocolate over strawberries 🍓 😋. First chocolate in months. There were beads so I made a necklace. So much fun.

A great big shout out goes out to all the people who created the events. 

Jules Hathaway 

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Another page from my joy journal

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Celebrity Nation (adult nonfiction)

     Have you ever, like me, felt that our nation's obsession with celebrities has gotten way out of hand? A lot of people know more about influencers (at least about the carefully curated images they post) than they know about their neighbors or even family. A lot of us listen to actors and models over trained experts on scientific matters such as climate change and vaccines. We even went and elected a reality show host president. If, like me, you find yourself wondering what's up with that you'll really want to read Landon Y. Jones' Celebrity Nation.

     Jones, former editor of People magazine, starts by drawing a crucial distinction between a hero and a celebrity. He defines a hero as "a person (of any gender identity) of great dreams and great deeds who takes great risks and endures sacrifices to lead others into the future. A hero's fame cannot be manufactured; it is hard earned."

     In contrast celebrities can easily be manufactured. Especially in the ascendancy of social media they can be known simply for being known. And with AI they don't even need to be human. 

     Starting with the ancient Greeks, Jones describes the history of the contrasting roles of hero and celebrity and the ascendancy (and danger) of the latter. What I found most alarming was the shift from the good of the community to self absorption and the need for constant adoration. 

     If you are wondering what is going on in our increasingly celebrity obsessed nation Celebrity Nation is an excellent addition to your to read 📚 pile.

On a purrrsonal note, of course Tuesday I got out and voted. In Maine we had two important questions. Question one was an initiative to restrict who could vote by steps like requiring documents many people don't have access to. It would selectively disenfranchise people likely to vote Democrat. Question 2 was about restricting access to guns by people who there's reason to suspect might use them against an ex or in an active shooter incident. I was thrilled to learn that 1 lost and 2 won by huge margins. This election wasn't a shitsttorm like last year's. 

A great big shout out goes out to all who did their civic duty and 🗳. Democracy is not a spectator sport. 

Jules Hathaway 

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Me At trunk or treat before the kids arrived

See how Catherine had the whole Snoopy Halloween thing going on?

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Please Pay Attention (juvenile fiction in verse)

     Survivors of traumatic events like school shootings can feel a complex blend of emotions for a long time. The reactions of significant others can further complicate the process. In Please Pay Attention Jamie Sumner sensitively and poignantly portrays the journey of a young survivor from terror to hope. 

     Bea is a sixth grader who changes her hair color whenever her mother, Max, who is also her school nurse lets her. She loves her little, the kindergartener she's been paired with. She gets in trouble for drawing on her desk. She hates standardized tests. And because she has cerebral palsy she uses a wheelchair...

     ...which means that when her class hears the shots and the teacher tells them to move she can't. She later learns that the teacher was one of the victims. 

     Afterwards she has nightmares. Fearful of sleeping in her room she beds down on the porch at night. She experiences survivors guilt.

     But help, in the form of equestrian therapy, is on the horizon.

     Sumner's choice of free verse, cutting out excess verbiage, gets right to the heart of a preteen who has lived through what no child should have to experience. 

     She was inspired to write Please Pay Attention by the death of one of her friends, the head of the school, in a school shooting. It reflects not only her grief, but her anger that gun laws haven't been changed enough...

      ..."School should be a space safe from the dangers of the outside world, where children can learn and open their minds to ideas that will shape them into the future leaders of this society. They should not have to be vigilant for the best place to shelter from an active shooter."...

      ...and her determination to fight for stricter gun laws.

On a purrrsonal note, yesterday was full of special moments. Eugene and I had breakfast at Governors. You know I love me some Governors food. When Eugene and I went grocery shopping 🛍 🛒 he popped a big 🐸 Squishmallow into the child's seat of the cart. You know who that was for. Later he took me to Goodwill. I found not only what I needed (a black top and leggings for my tonight's performance) but really cool surprises: a cute cat shirt, a denim jacket to decorate, a little  🐧 Squishmallow with a 🎅 hat, and the most purrrfect baby winter pajamas featuring snowflakes, elaborate cocoa cup people wearing scarves or earnmuffs and topped with whipped cream or marshmallows, and 💕 made out of smiling marshmallows. I wore them last night and they were as comfy as they are adorable. The best surprise, though, was an afternoon so sunny 🌞 and warm I could spend it outside near my 💐. The one thing I did not like was turning the clock back. Now it gets dark too damn early.

A great big shout out goes out to the one and only Eugene.

Jules Hathaway 

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Co splay

A Halloween tradition of mine is having my picture taken with the fine blow up creatures that show up every October in the Union at UMaine to give Black Bear Nation true spooky season vibes. As you can see I'm having fun rocking my homemade Squishmallow costume. Check out the tag. Kudos and big thanks to the folks responsible for setting up and maintaining the otherworldly menagerie. BTW don't forget to set your clocks back 

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The Burning Season (juvenile fiction in verse)

     Twelve-year-old Opal, narrator of Caroline Starr Rose's The Burning Season, lives with her mother and grandmother in a fire tower in the Gila National Forest. Their entire living space is about the size of a small bedroom. There's no privacy. The bathroom is an outhouse on the ground. It's a lifestyle of austerity and precarity. 

     And for the family it's a vocation, one growing increasingly rare in today's technological world. Her grandmother and mother are lookouts, as was her great aunt. Opal has just begun training for this challenging work. During the fire season (between April and August) they must be constantly vigilant every waking moment, scanning a large of forest for fires and summoning help to contain or extinguish them before they get out of control. 

    It's an existence that gives a whole new meaning to minimalism. Since that one room contains professional equipment as well as personal possessions, the latter must only be basic essentials. Since they're in a wilderness area roads, motorized vehicles (except fire trucks), and electricity are forbidden. Shopping trips are few and far between and only for necessities. 

     And it's a very isolated experience, lacking the interactions most of us have with friends, classmates, coworkers, neighbors, and extended family. 

"'Make a wish,' Mom says. 

I shut my eyes and blow out the flame.

Seventh grade at La Plata Middle. 

I want that more than anything."

     Opal is homeschooled. She yearns to go to a real school with a library, a science lab, clubs, and kids who can become friends. There's a family offering to take her in for the school year. Her mother and grandmother say she's not ready. Maybe in two years...

    ...which can seem like an eternity when you're twelve. 

     Opal is keeping a huge secret from the adults in her life. She's terrified of fire. And she is about to face a high stakes challenge.  Her mother is long overdue from a shopping trip. Her grandmother has left the tower. When Opal sets out and finds her injured grandmother she spots a lightning 🌩 strike fire that could kill her if Opal doesn't get it contained. 

     Rose's choice of narrative in verse is brilliant, especially as the action and suspense pick up. The reader is not slowed down by a paragraphs format and superfluous words.

On a purrrsonal note, yesterday was Halloween. I didn't want it to be what I couldn't have namely CANDY! So I decided to aim for having such an awesome, eye catching, original, one of a kind costume peeps would be amazed by it. Easy peasy. People love Squishmallows. There are to my knowledge no Squishmallow costumes or instructions for making them. So I went the DIY route. I started with a deer with a flower headdress onesie costume/pajamas I'd scored for free at Clean Sweep and paired it with gold kids glitter boots ($3.00 yard sale) and a home made tag. Everywhere I went people were astounded by my creativity and originality. My other goal was to have pure, unadulterated, spontaneous fun. I had plenty of that at the downtown Orono Trunk Or Treat. Catherine had her ride all decked out Snoopy and Great Pumpkin themed. The kiddies were loving the vibe. We had so many little ones the Town of Orono had to supplement our candy 🍬 so we wouldn't run out. I was handing out candy. Bailey was keeping count. Catherine was refilling my candy bucket. We had everyone from anxious toddlers to high schoolers. They were loving my costume just like the undergraduates. I gave candy to 733 happy kids. It was a truly enchanted evening. Today the power has gone out. If I'm really maybe it'll stay out long enough for me not to have to cook supper 🙃. 

A great big shout out to the town of Orono for putting on such a special event, Catherine and Bailey, and all the other peeps who decorated their rides and dished out 🍬. 

Jules Hathaway 

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Chaos Theory (YA fiction)

     It's a sunny afternoon in Penobscot County--a precious rarity this far into autumn. When I got home not long after noon I just dropped my backpack and my bag of Orono Thrift Shop treasures and sat in an outside chair near my beautiful flowers 💐 😍 and started reading. I dread the thought of going in to cook supper. Gonna put that off as long as I can.

     You know how the ancient Greeks had this thing I think called a pantheon where their gods resided? I have my own little pantheon of the absolute BEST published authors. I think we all know that one of them is my daughter, Amber, whose Little White Flowers dropped last summer. Tiffany D. Jackson is for sure up there. And the very talented and versatile Nic Stone, whose work I've been reviewing since her debut novel is another resident. Thanks to the miracle of Minerva and inter library loans I scored her Chaos Theory--a very unusual YA romance.  

     "But I just like...man, I wish more people would take the time to consider what it would be like to live with a brain that works like mine. To have your own mind tell you you're not worth the air you breathe. Do you have any idea what it's like to feel like you're the queen of the universe one minute, and a waste of molecules the next?"

     Co narrator Shelbi is extremely vulnerable and wary of getting hurt. She has physical scars from self injury and a bipolar diagnosis. She's experienced hospitalizations and medication adjustments. Now she doesn't want to let anyone get too close.

     Co narrator Andy has a problem with alcohol. Drinking way too much is how he copes with the stresses in his life: the pressures from his up-for-election politician mother to behave in ways that fit her narrative, his parents' strained relationship, and guilt over the death of his beloved three-year-old sister.

     At one point as they're getting to know one another Shelbi has Andy sign a friendship agreement with six clauses he has to agree to.The sixth thing he has to promise is not to fall in love with her.

     "I'm settled in who I am and how my brain works, but in my experience, people can get weird. Especially when those kind of feelings get involved."

     But as their friendship evolves and they have to deal with really difficult crises not going beyond gets pretty hard...and not just for him. Readers who are anything like me will find themselves really rooting for these flawed but fabulous teens. 

     Stone wrote Chaos Theory to combat the misinformation and stigma surrounding mental illness. In her quite unusual Author's Note she has a really perceptive and comprehensive Mental Health Advocate Agreement for readers to sign. It covers serious misunderstandings and microaggressions and could get some long overdue conversations started. 

On a purrrsonal note, now it's Halloween. I'm up on campus where peeps are loving on my one of a kind Squishmallow costumes. I paired up a deer onesie costume onesie costume/pajamas with gold glitter boots and a home made tag. I was tabling this morning. And later I will be handing out candy at the Orono Trunk Or Treat with my besties Catherine and Bailey. However you celebrate, I wish you a safe and happy Halloween!!!

A great big shout out goes out to all who are helping create precious Halloween memories ✨️ for kids and families. 

Jules Hathaway 

     

     

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The Last Confession of Autumn Casterly (YA chiller)

     "I wrote The Last Confession of Autumn Casterly from a place of frustration, sadness, and anger. While Autumn Casterly's story is fictional, her circumstances are all too real. According to the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network's website, one in six American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime; however, out of 1,000 rapes, 995 rapists will walk free and never serve a day in jail. We have a serious problem in this country, and it's not okay."

     It would have been easy for Meredith Tate to channel these strong emotions into a work so heavy handed, so didactic that it would scare off her target demographic. She most definitely did not. Her characters are relatable, their relationships believable. The plot is engaging and suspenseful. It's like being on a mile high roller coaster climbing toward the top and the plunge.

     At the center of the plot is the problematic relationship between two incompatible sisters. Sophomore Ivy is the rule following good girl of the family. She and her friends play board games for fun. She's never been kissed, never tasted beer. Senior Autumn is a consummate party girl who pushes boundaries and pills at peer social gatherings. She's the one the administrators think of immediately when shenanigans happen at her school. Needless to say Autumn does not seek Ivy out...

     ...until things go horribly wrong. She's brutally beaten and tied up in a shed. Critically injured, she is able to somehow leave her body for periods of time and follow Ivy, trying to convey her plight before it's too late...

     ...because her captors are beginning to wonder if keeping her alive is too risky. 

     In Tate's dedication she writes: 

"And especially 

To all the survivors who are 

shut down 

gaslighted 

silenced

slut-shamed 

blamed

and called liars".

She wants us all to believe and support survivors and fight for a world in which girls and women aren't considered prey with a year round hunting season. 

On a purrrsonal note, as we head towards the dark months of winter it's a fitting time to contemplate ways we can contribute to creating this brighter, better world. 

A great big shout out goes out to all who believe and support survivors, especially in communities where they're in the minority. 

Jules Hathaway 

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Boo bucket event

It was a really fun event--a collaboration between Student Wellness, Commuter Lounge, and Title IX. The biggest table in the Wade Center was set up with all kinds of goodies. This is just a small sample. The dear little teddy bears were as tall as my pinky finger. There were also facial masks, lip balm, stickers galore, fidget toys, key chains, Halloween socks, and, of course, candy. People could fill cute Halloween bags. Cooperative Extension had a separate table with all the ingredients for healthy trail mix. It was a huge success with well over 100 very happy people filling bags. I was paparazzi for the groups. And I also made up an awesome goodie bag. SO MUCH FUN!

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Love On Paper (YA romance)

     "To be a writer, you need to write. Or maybe you just need the opportunity to prove to yourself, and possibly your super-intense mom, that you can measure up. That you belong at one of the country's best writing retreats. That your story matters."

    Macy, narrator of Danielle Parker's Love On Paper, is about to start a prestigious four week writing retreat. She's the only child of two famous authors (who have married and divorced, not once, but twice) and the spitting image of her mother. But she's not exactly following in their illustrious footsteps. Her mother had to pull some strings to get her in. Now she has to show that she has what it takes to carry on the family tradition. 

     Over the course of the retreat she will have to create a short story of no more than 7,000 words (while attending the lectures and other events). Five of the attendees will get their stories published. 

     Macy has two real challenges (other than never having tried a project of this magnitude before). The writing will be in the romance genre--her least favorite. She's had very little experience in relationships. And her parents' on again off again marriage is more of a cautionary tale than a guiding light. And, out of all the other attendees, her critique partner is the gorgeous and actually nice Caleb...

     ...whose writer parents are mortal enemies of Macy's parents. 

     So what's going to happen? Will Macy prove herself of carrying on the family tradition? Will love prevail against pretty formidable odds? Only one way to find out. 

On a purrrsonal note, last night 🌙 I participated in Black Bear Mutual Aid Fund's monthly cook and clean at the Bangor Area Homeless Shelter. In addition to cooking and serving a chili and cornbread supper we sorted clothing donations. The residents were quite generous with compliments on the food and service. You'd better believe I'll be back. BTW I have a request for you. With the shut down affecting government food distribution programs, not to mention skyrocketing prices of foods and just about everything else, food panties are facing increased demand. If you could donate food or money to one near you or organize a collection at your school, workplace, house of worship, or club it would do so much good. 

A great big shout out goes out to all who are working to mitigate the effects of the shut down on the most vulnerable people in the country. 

Jules Hathaway 

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No, the wait times of Governors are not getting outta hand. These are Halloween decorations. If you have plans to visit the Orono, Maine area add this fine restaurant to your itinerary. 

Breakfasts, lunches, dinners--

They're ALL winners. 

BTW they aren't paying me. I'm just a big fan of their excellent food and service. 

Jules Hathaway 

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Tangleroot (YA fiction)

     With her debut novel, Tangleroot, Kalela Williams hit one out of the literary ballpark. It is rich, nuanced, vibrant, vulnerable, and straightforward. It reminds me of a s'more with the marshmallows perfectly toasted and the gooey chocolate holding everything together because it's three layers--an evolving, often problematic mother-daughter relationship, the fight for justice in a small Southern town, and the search for very significant but overlooked parts of its history--create a highly engaging read for its target demographic and way beyond. 

     When her mother, Dr. Radiance Castine, becomes president of Stonepost College, narrator Noni has her plans and life hijacked. She was going to have one last pre college summer with her best friend. She'd landed a perfect internship. But she has to accompany her mother from liberal Massachusetts to a small, rural Virginia town where the past is very much alive and racism is accepted. (Noni and Radiance are Black). 

     Radiance is starting her new job in social justice mode. She's campaigning to get the school's name changed. Her research has shown that it was founded by one of her ancestors for people of color and then taken over by whites. Needless to say to say Board members are not happy campers.

     Radiance, feeling that Noni is being selfish and immature insists that she get a job for the summer. There isn't much in the way of work. But she manages to get hired at a restaurant/farm. Her coworkers seem friendly but she's not really interested. 

     "But what was the point in reconciling, or making friends, when I was moving five hundred miles away in a few weeks? Besides, the Charm servers weren't the people I would hang out with. They listened to country music. Some of them had kids. Fluvie was even a farmer."

     Noni and Radiance are living in what had been the master's house of a plantation. Noni becomes fascinated by the life of a long dead former resident. While researching to learn more about Sophronia she uncovers some secrets about the town and her own family. 

     I'm going to highly recommend Tangleroot to my daughters and to everyone else who enjoys a rich, nuanced and thought provoking narrative. 

     The story behind the story is its own kind of fascinating. Tangleroot was decades in the making. Williams was first inspired by a field trip to an enslaved community.

     "I had wanted to know their names, these people who had lived, involuntarily labored, and died on that land--people who were like my ancestors had been. But that hope evaporated like sweat."

     Ten years later she had a vision for the book. But it took many years of writing and revision and copious amounts of research to bring it to fruition. The publication of her novel that advances her mission--illuminating history through fiction--was for her a dream come true.

     And reading it was a dream come true for me. I hope that you too will find it both satisfying and thought provoking. And I hope that she is hard at work on her next masterpiece. 

On a purrrsonal note, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles. If you're a reader of this blog you know how hard having to eliminate sugar from my severely restricted diet has been on me. Yesterday Catherine gave me a package of no sugar added chocolate chocolate chip cookies. I wasn't holding my breath since sugarless candy in my experience bears as much resemblance to candy as decaf has to coffee. Basically none. But when I tried a cookie it was delicious 😋 😜. (They're Voortman Bakery's Fudge Brownie Chocolate Chip Cookies.) And Catherine says she'll hook me up with another flavor. Oh happy day!

A great big shout out goes out to Catherine for her excellent detective work and kindness, to Voortman Bakery for creating and selling such a much needed treat, and to Hannaford for carrying them.

Jules Hathaway 

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Pet of the week

Doing her ET impression 

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The Scammer

    "Everyone knows that monsters are real, that they don't just lie on the outskirts of our imagination with the tooth fairy. What we were never told, never fully explained, is how the monsters can roam among us, hidden in plain sight, with nice teeth, gorgeous skin, and breathtaking smiles. How they have the power to manipulate, the power to persuade, the power to siphon the life out of you."

     The transition from high school to college is a HUGE step for most undergraduate students, especially those who choose residential colleges. This is most definitely true for Jordyn, protagonist of Tiffany D. Jackson's The Scammer. Her perfectionist parents are irate that she chose a HBCU (historically black colleges and universities) instead of Yale. They don't even help her get ready. And she's recently lost the most important person in her life, the only one who understood her, her brother, Kevin.  

     Jordyn is elated when she and her suite mates--Vanessa, Kammy, and Loren--hit it off immediately and bond quickly, becoming like sisters. For her college is a chance to reinvent herself, have a life and friends. Pretty soon they're hanging out and going places together. She's over the moon. "My classes are great, my friends are amazing. I have a life worth being jealous of."

     But that doesn't last long. About a month into the semester the girls find a strange man sitting in their living room. He's Vanessa's brother, Devonte. He's just out of prison and needs a place to stay. Good looking and able to cook, he makes a good impression on the roomies...

      ...and a whole lot of other students. The suite becomes a gathering place for the many students who trust his advice and share his vision for a better world.

     When Jordyn starts to question him things get ugly. He uses his minions to trash her reputation and assault her. She's in real danger and feeling helpless. And her parents would love an excuse to pull her out of the school they consider inferior. 

     She does have one unlikely ally. But will the two of them be enough to protect her from a sociopathic messiah figure and his legions of followers?

     This is Jackson at her best. If you're a fan or you're looking for a truly suspenseful chiller The Scammer is a most excellent choice. The hype surrounding it is well deserved. 

On a purrrsonal note, OMG!!! DO I HAVE EXCITING NEWS!!! Soon I won't be the only celeb in the family. (I'm alluding to the People story on my completing my masters degree and graduating last May after a stroke.) My precious Tobago cat made Newsweek. Pet of the week. I just found out. I couldn't be more proud of her! Better believe I broke out the Fancy Feast to celebrate. 

A great big shout out goes out to the one and only Tobago Anna Hathaway!

Jules Hathaway 

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Blood in the Water

     There's only one thing better than locating a hot off the press Tiffany D. Jackson chiller at the library. It's getting your hands on two in the same library visit. When this happened to me last Friday thanks to inter library loan magic you'd better believe I was doing my library happy dance. Reading the books back to back also made me realize how Jackson is versatile across demographics rather than limited to one.

     Blood in the Water, her juvenile offering, dropped very fittingly on the year the movie Jaws turned fifty. It is set in the town featured in that iconic chiller. And in the book great whites are on people's minds even when they're not in the actual ocean. 

     Kaylani's beloved father is in prison, convicted on what she's sure is a false accusation. Getting him released and clearing his name is her number one priority. She's determined to spend her summer studying to pass the entry test for a pre-law camp. "I'll learn what I need to help our lawyer and get us one step closer to freeing Dad."

     So she is not a happy camper when she is sent to spend four weeks with friends of her grandparents and their granddaughters, Logan and Cassie, in their bougie home on Martha's Vineyard. 

     Kaylani's first night with the Watsons the girls sneak out to a beach party. There they witness a heated fight between two boys: Chadwick and Jaden. The next day Chadwick is reported missing...

     ...until his body is located. People are saying that he was a victim of a shark attack. But the evidence doesn't all add up. Suddenly his death is being ruled a homicide. Cassie was the last person to see him alive.

     Kaylani is doing her own investigation and learning some disquieting truths about the Watsons.

     Will she be able to leave the island alive?

     Back to the sharks. Movies like Jaws portray them as bloodthirsty killers. Actually they are more in danger from us than we are from them. We slaughter tens of thousands of them every year in really inhumane ways. If we decimate their population too much it will throw off the balance of nature with really bad consequences. 

On a purrrsonal note, I'm really looking forward to a thrift shop on campus tomorrow. Clothes, shoes, and jewelry. I hope I can find some bargains. 

A great big shout out goes out to the bus drivers without whom it would be much harder for me to get anywhere. 

Jules Hathaway 

     

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Another page...

...from my joy journal with all the pretty stickers. 

Eugene played a joke yesterday that really fooled me. He drove off in his truck and then his brother gave him a ride home. I asked him if the truck was in the shop. He said he had to return it because he couldn't afford the payments. That really scared me because we live in rural Maine. Not the extreme part where the moose out umber the people. But public transportation is extremely limited. Today Amber told me that he was just joking. You can't imagine how relieved I am. 

I'm sitting out near my garden. If it doesn't 🌧 I can work outside all day. 

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It's Not Like It's A Secret

     Sana, narrator of Misa Sugiura's It's Not Like It's a Secret, gets a very unwelcome surprise on her 16th birthday. Her mother has taken her out to eat and to a favorite beach. (Her father is away on business). As they are leaving for home she tells Sana that they are about to move to California. Her father has laid down the edict (as always) and her mother has blindly accepted his decision (as always). She believes in the importance of gracefully enduring the unendurable and being unselfish. 

     Probably most 16-year-olds would be less than thrilled with being required to leave their homes and friends in the middle of high school. Not to mention the pressure to blindly accept her fate. But Sana has more reason than most for trepidation. For years she's had reasons to suspect that her father is having an extramarital affair. What if they're moving so he can be closer to the other woman in his life? What if her mother learns about her? What will happen to their family?

     When she starts school in California she's quickly taken in by a tight knit group of fellow Asian Americans. She begins to feel a real sense of belonging. But when she tries to integrate a Hispanic girl, Jamie, into the group there's suspicion the on the part of both the Asian Americans and Hispanics.

     Not to mention that Sana has no idea how either group will react to her more than liking Jamie.

     It's Not Like It's a Secret is a nuanced take on complicated intersectional relationships and tough issues, perfect for the more mature YA reader.

On a purrrsonal note, there was a spectacular sunrise this morning when Eugene and I were enjoying our Governors breakfast. The day started out spectacularly cold but seems to be warming up. Hopefully I'll get in outside time. I've gone two weeks getting in my exercise every day. Which has been boring AF because almost all involved stationary biking. I so miss actually getting somewhere, seeing scenery, feeling the wind...paradise lost.

A great big shout out goes out to the fabulous chefs and servers at Governors. Check the place out if you're in Old Town, Maine. 

Jules Hathaway 

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What We Wish For (YA fiction)

     "Will she ever get better? Or is this all she is? A sad alcoholic who's only going through the motions? A miserable woman who wants to die because she thinks I'll be better off without her? I want my mom back. More than anything else in the world I want her back."

     In our country there are a lot of children of alcoholics and drug addicts who don't have it easy. They have to grow up much too fast. At a life stage where they deserve to be sheltered and protected they're parenting grown ass adults. They can both love a parent dearly,  desperately wanting them to get better, and deeply resent their bad decisions and the consequences. 

     Layla, narrator of Melody Maysonet's What We Wish For, is living in a shelter when we meet her. Her single parent mother, Shauna, has managed to lose her job and their home. They're sharing a small, dreary room and eating in a communal dining room. 

     The shelter is having a financial crisis. According to Shauna's case worker she isn't making sufficient progress toward employment. She has ten days to get a job or they'll be evicted. Layla is terrified. 

     "Have you thought about what will happen? Because I have. You and me wandering the streets with our stuff in a garbage bag, nowhere to shower, nowhere to go to the bathroom. And when we get hungry what are we going to do?"

     What actually happens is even scarier. Shauna overdoses on heroin and is rushed to the hospital. Layla can't stay in the shelter alone. 

     Shauna has a sister, Tanya, with whom she's lost touch. She's married to an egotistical image-is-everything jerk who is running for mayor of the town they all live in. It could destroy his chances of being elected if the media learns about the plight of his sister-in- law and niece. So he offers to pay for Shauna to go to a fancy rehab. While she's there Layla can stay with his family...

     ...they're mad affluent. But living there is no walk in the park for Layla. Her uncle is a cruel, egotistical man who considers Shauna and Layla a burden. What if he breaks his promises. What if Shauna can't handle rehab? What if she can't handle life when she gets out?

     Maysonet based the narrative on her own life experiences: of being really poor as a teen and being an alcoholic as an adult. 

     "I did emerge into a happier place, but not before alcoholism brought me to my knees. I almost lost myself, but even in the throes of my addiction, I had hope that life would get better, that I would get better."

On a purrrsonal note, yesterday I'd put up flyers for Amber's event in Bangor. Today I distributed a lot more at UMaine. People are really getting excited about it, especially people who have seen her talk before. I was glad to get home early. I lucked out at the library--I got TWO Tiffany Jackson books including her latest one. And I lucked out on the weather. It's warm enough for me to spend the afternoon outside reading near my beautiful flowers. 

A great big shout out goes out to all the people who are helping me publicize Amber's event. 

Jules Hathaway 

     

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My treasures

Today I went to Bangor to put up posters for Amber's event. While I was in the city I stopped in at Goodwill and got these finds. (BTW if you're stumped for Halloween costumes or decor your local Goodwill is the place to look.) It was really cold 🥶 out. When I got home I made chamomile tea. I so miss the days I could have had hot cocoa with marshmallows or hot spiced cider or even tea with sugar!

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Sisters in the Wind (YA fiction)

     "The ultimate survival game is for girls to survive into adulthood. For the prey to avoid the predators. It's a wry thought that turns somber when I remember my sister. 

     Some girls don't survive."

     If you've read Angeline Boulley's previous books, Fire Keeper's Daughter and Warrior Girl Unearthed, reading her latest, Sisters in the Wind, may feel like returning to a place you've stepped away from and returned to. The characters and their community are portrayed so vividly and intimately througout these volumes they step off the page and into your mind and ❤️. In her writing Boulley displays these superpowers: the abilities to create a captivating plot and characters who spring vividly to life, to introduce readers like me to a way of life quite different from ours, and to make us care about the issues that white society created and likes to ignore. 

     For the first years of her life Lucy had lived a quiet life with her father who claimed that her mother had signed away her parental rights. On her 11th birthday she learns that he has colorectal cancer. When surgeries and chemotherapy don't seem to be working he dates and then marries a woman who adopts her. After his death things don't go well. She ends up in the foster care system in some seriously horrific placements. 

     In 2009 Lucy is out of the system, living independently and working at a diner. One day a stranger, Jamie, asking her questions sets off alarms. She decides it's time to vacate her apartment and leave town. Only the next day at work she's caught in an explosion...

     ...and wakes up in a hospital bed. She's seriously injured--in no shape to flee anywhere. Jamie and a woman named Daunis seem to be in charge of her. In the hospital at least one of them is always around. And when she's well enough to leave all three end up in a hotel suite. 

     "The bomb [at the diner] was meant to show how far they'll go to get what they want. Before they try again, I need to be long gone."

     The text segues between the time after the explosion where danger becomes more and more imminent and Lucy's earlier experiences in the system which provide clues to why she is peril. The transitions are seamless. In the post bomb present tension builds relentlessly to the point where Lucy sneaks away to resolve the situation, putting herself and others in serious danger.

     "An Indian tribe cannot survive without future generations; therefore, Indian children are a tribe's most precious resource. But there are other resources that some non-Natives deem more valuable. I wrote Sisters in the Wind because the Indian Child Welfare Act, or ICWA, is under attack and--SPOILER ALERT--the battle has nothing to do with the best interests of Indian children."

     This law was enacted to keep Indian families intact. It privileged tribal sovereignty over state law. Those who want to undermine it want tribal sovereignty overridden, so they can have unlimited access to natural resources such as minerals on tribal lands. 

     This rich, nuanced, and thought provoking narrative is an excellent read for mature YA readers and the college crowd. It could be very helpful in the curriculum of social justice courses.

On a purrrsonal note, last night 🌙 was the end of season Orono Community Garden potluck dinner. The food and company were superb. I'll really miss our little corner of paradise during the frigid Maine winter. 

A great big shout out goes out to the 2025 Orono Community Garden crew. Despite raids by deer, groundhogs, we raised and distributed over 1,000 pounds of good organic veggies. Way to go, team!!!

Jules Hathaway 

     

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When We Were Monsters (YA chiller)

     "As readers, we like to put ourselves in the shoes of the characters we read about, to ask ourselves what we might do in the same situations. I think it's normal to be fascinated by the darker side of humanity. As with true crime stories, it can be riveting to delve into the events and circumstances that might turn a good person into a monster or, at the very least, make them commit monstrous acts. And to ask ourselves, Could this be me? Am I capable of this too?"

     These words in Jennifer Niven's Acknowledgements in her When We Were Monsters explore some of the reasons why this sophisticated and perfectly executed chiller is so impossible to put down from the very first paragraphs:

"The day before we kill Meredith Graffam is calm and blue. Like Massachusetts in summer after the rain. The scent of earth and flowers and fresh, clean air. Just a perfect sunlit day.

     None of us will walk into the forest that night planning to commit murder. It's easy when you're surrounded by beauty and opulence and acres of privilege, to convince yourself that life will always be as rose-colored as this and nothing can go wrong."

     The us are eight students at an elite Massachusetts private school, Brighton and Howe, who have been selected for Jan Term Visiting Artist series, an annual tradition held between fall and spring semesters. For several weeks they will be sequestered in the sprawling (and properly eerie) mansion of the school's founders, set apart from the school by a dark and dismal forest. At the end of those weeks one of them will win a $15,000 scholarship and a chance to have their work produced and/or published. Talk about your high stakes competition! Meredith Graffam is the visiting artist, a woman equally well known for her work and for the controversies surrounding her. 

     The first full day of the program there's a troubling incident. The students and Graffam are standing outside on a cliff overlooking the ocean. She tells them that anyone who doesn't jump in the frigid water will be sent home. It's not the last time she'll put them in serious danger. Meanwhile she manipulates them into sharing their deepest secrets and vulnerabilities. 

      And she's kicking people out. It's not long until half the students are gone, Graffam is acting increasingly and menacingly strange, the teens are learning that she's not being truthful with them, they're cut off from the rest of the world...

     ...and there's this big old blizzard, predicted to be the storm of the century, closing in.

     If you're drawn to dark academia, you like chillers set in eerie sprawling mansions surrounded by ominous forests, and you can handle real suspense put When We Were Monsters on your Halloween reading list. You wouldn't want to miss out on a real treat.

On a purrrsonal note, it's another gorgeous day in Penobscot County, Maine. The predicted rain is holding off. I get to work outside near my flowers. I will so miss them during the long, frigid, desolate winter. Today is the Community Garden volunteers pot luck dinner. That should be bittersweet. Fun but another reminder of the upcoming encroachment of winter. 

I was really pissed off today 😤 when I read a political article that said we should not vote for Janet Mills because she's 79. I can remember when candidates were considered being unfit for office because of factors like gender, race, and religion. A lot of people voted against Kennedy because he was Catholic. Ageism, sadly, is still accepted, often unseen. There are legit reasons not to vote for someone: disagreement with their policies and stands on key issues; evidence of criminal and/or unethical conduct, and evidence of severe mental and physical health issues such as Alzheimers. Age per se should not be any more of a factor than gender, race/ethnicity race/ethnicity, or religion. 

Jules Hathaway 

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These are my treasures from the crafts fair. I took the picture with the jar's fairy lights ✨️ on. Aren't they precious? The only sad note was the pastry tables with the most luscious looking goodies that I totally coveted. Sadly the diet from Hell is a life sentence with no possibility of parole, no time off for good behavior. I found out something about the people in the Mediterranean who we're supposed to emulate because they have these peasant diets and live forever. They're all surrounded by people eating the same boring food. They grew up on it. They're not surrounded by what they long for and can no longer have. It's not like that in 21st century Maine. 

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Messy Perfect (YA fiction)

      Cassie, protagonist of Tanya Boteju's Messy Perfect, seems to be the perfect Catholic high school student. She follows all the rules, exceeds academically, plays sports, and volunteers...

     ...well she has one aspect of her identity that she keeps it to herself...

     At the beginning of her junior school year a person from Cassie's past unexpectedly shows up. For years she and Ben were best friends creating their own little world. One day their classmates caught them doing something they considered sketchy. Cassie reacted fearfully, throwing Ben under the bus and quickly regretting it. Ben was enrolled in an elite ballet academy, presumably up through high school...

     ...But now he's back and totally ignoring Cassie whose guilt has been rekindled. 

     Cassie's Catholic high is very repressed about sex talk beyond wait until marriage, of course to a person of the "opposite sex". In contrast the public high school across the street celebrates the full range of gender identities and sexual orientations. 

     Thinking Ben is gay and in need of a safe place, Cassie works with students of the other school to create an underground gay-straight alliance. Unexpectedly she finds her people in this group. 

     But Cassie's new commitments make it hard for her for to keep up with the perfection expected by her parents and school. Some of her activities run afoul of her school's conduct code. And she's strongly attracted to someone they would never approve of. 

     Messy Perfect is a sensitive exploration of the intersectionality of religion and sexuality and a timely reminder of the toxicity of expectations of perfection. 

On a purrrsonal note, today Eugene and I had breakfast at Governors. Then we went on a road trip. The foliage was gorgeous and we saw deers and turkeys. Eugene got us subs for lunch. I got roast chicken because it's less bad for me than steak. But it's so dry and bland. After lunch I walked to a crafts sale. I splurged a little. I got a Halloween decorated jar with fairy lights, 2 Halloween bracelets, and 🐈 😻 🐈‍⬛️ 😺 🐱 😸 earrings. There was one stall of pastries that looked SO GOOD!!! I really coveted them. Sadly the diet from Hell is a life sentence. Right now I'm reading and writing outside near my gorgeous 🌼 🌸 🌻 🌹 🏵. 

A great big shout out goes out to Eugene. 

Jules Hathaway 

   

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Hatchet Girls (YA chiller)

     "'Even these woods.' Mariella gestured around them. 'People were slaughtered here, again and again, going all the way back to the Pilgrims and the Native Americans. Probably before then too.'

     ...Mariella pulled her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them, hugging herself. She couldn't put it off much longer. The whispers, the eyes, they were needy. Hungry. 'The Bridgewater Triangle's not just ghost stories. The history's real. It's like a dark energy hovers over this place. This town.'"

     When I was a child this morbid jump rope song was playground popular, at least in Massachusetts. 

Lizzie Borden took an axe 

And gave her mother forty whacks.

When she saw what she had done 

She gave her mother forty-one. 

     To be fair Lizzie was acquitted of the gruesome 1892 murder of her father, a prominent businessman, and her stepmother. The case (which is still unsolved) gained national interest and drew much attention to the town of Fall River, Massachusetts. Even in those pre internet, pre social media days it went viral.  

     In Diana Rodriguez Wallach's Hatchet Girls it looks like history is repeating itself. At the mansion of one of Fall River's most prominent businessman police find the man and his wife hacked up. Their daughter's boyfriend, Vik, is found on the premises covered in blood and holding a gore coated axe. Pretty open and shut case...

     ...or maybe not. Tessa, Vik's sister, is sure he did not do the crime. She knows that he doesn't have it in him. And when she visits him in jail he isn't acting like himself. Not to mention: "But there was another fouler stench, one that had entered with Vik. It wasn't his sweat, his feet, or even his breath; those were a familiar fog in Tessa's life. No, Vik currently reeked of mulch freshly dumped in the garden, heavily enough to trigger a gag reflex."

     There are things the police have no way of knowing. Mariella, the victims' daughter, had all too often witnessed her father beating her mother. But there was no way financially that they could leave--he'd made sure of that.

     But since she'd drunk a foul tasting tea with unknown ingredients (never advisable) she'd been experiencing vile smells and tastes, been assaulted by grotesque beings, and been reassured by disembodied voices that daddy dearest would taken care of...

     ...if she just did everything they tell her to. 

     The spine-tingling suspense of Hatchet Girls comes from a superb blend of dark history and legend, human nature, and the supernatural, making it a perfect Halloween season read for chiller affecianados.

On a purrrsonal note, this is pretty idyllic for me as far as days go. Perfect Fall weather. I could hang my laundry outside and bring it in smelling of fresh air and sunshine. I've been out since early morning. My gorgeous flowers 💐 are hosting pollinator happy hour. I had a really awesome book to review and another to start reading. Tobago is being her sweet self. 

A great big shout out goes out to the precious pollinators and the best little cat in the world. 

Jules Hathaway 

     

 

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I Am Not Jessica Chen (YA fiction)

     Do (or did) you have a relative you are (or were) constantly nagged to be like? The one who always left you in the dust academically, athleticly, socially, or all of the above with better looks thrown in? If so you'll find yourself rooting for Jenna, protagonist of Ann Liang's I Am Not Jessica Chen. 

     Jenna and golden girl Jessica are first cousins. The families get together frequently. Jessica's parents often have something new to brag on. Just before a family get together at Jessica's house Jenna gets the heartbreaking news that she's been rejected by Harvard and is afraid to tell her parents...

     ...leaving them to learn in the worst possible place. Jessica, of course, has been accepted by Harvard and all the other Ivies she's applied to. On the surface they're nothing but happy for their niece...

     ...but back it's all blame and shame on their only child whom they've burdened with all their expectations...

     ...You can hardly blame Jenna for wishing on a shooting 🌠 to become her cousin...

     ...Jenna wakes up in--holy shades of Freaky Friday--Jessica's body the next morning. Becoming the golden girl seems like a pretty good deal at first. But Jenna quickly learns how impossible it is to live up to the world's expectations of Jessica...

     ...also Jenna has seemingly disappeared. Everyone including her parents is forgetting she ever existed...

     ...What if Jenna wants to go back to being herself and it's just not possible?

On a purrrsonal note, I'm probably about halfway through the summer to winter clothes swap. It will take awhile to finish because I'm not missing out on any chance to be outside in the fresh air and sunshine with my beautiful flowers. 

A great big shout out goes out to UMaine students, staff, and faculty with best wishes for a refreshing October break. 

Jules Hathaway 

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Libertad

     As I recently revealed, in the past fourteen years I've reviewed over 2,900 books. With that much experience I tend to be pretty confident about my skill set...

     ...but every now and then I encounter a book that is so powerful, so evocative, so rich and nuanced I wonder if I have the words to do it justice. Bessie Flores Zaldivar's Libertad is most definitely one of those. It has ❤️ and soul. It brings to life both a city, Tegucigalpa in Honduras, that most American readers know nothing about and a protagonist, Libertad, coming of age --finishing high school and trying to envision her life after graduation. It's a story of love, of family, of community and tradition, of sexuality, and of the struggle to survive under a cruel and oppressive right wing government. 

     2017 is an election year. Juan Orlando has been president since he came to power in a 2008 coup. Even though it's forbidden by the Honduran constitution he is gunning for another term in office. The opposition is not expecting a fair election. But they don't plan on giving up without a fight. 

     The president is sending the Military Police into major cities. There are videos of them beating protesters and firing rubber bullets. One day they fire real bullets into a group of students at the university where Libertad's older brother,  Maynor, is enrolled, killing three. That night there is no mention of the incident on TV news.

     Libertad begins writing political poetry and posting it anonymously on social media. She gets a lot of support for putting in words what many people feel. But of course there are haters.

     On election day it seems that a miracle might happen. The left's candidate is ahead with over half the  votes counted. But in the wee hours there is a country wide power outage. When the electricity comes back on the incumbent is ahead. 

     "It was clear, then, that he was going to win. But he had already won, hadn't he? He had won before we even walked to the voting center that morning."

     A massive of protesters goes to the building where the votes are being counted. The military police arrive. Some protesters are killed...

     ...including Libertad's beloved brother, Maynor. Now she's left with quite a dilemma. Her school has been encouraging her to apply to out of nation colleges. She wants to live in a country where people aren't killed for speaking their minds. Maybe leaving her family, friends, and nation is the only way to do that. 

     Libertad has a lot of subject matter that might trigger some readers. But I believe that it's a deeply engaging and thought provoking narrative, perfect for older YA readers and their college siblings. It would be a great curriculum addition for classes on topics like social justice and a valuable acquisition for high school and public libraries. 

On a purrrsonal note, reading Libertad I saw so many similarities to America now: a president gunning for an additional term that his nation's constitution forbids, brutal assaults on peaceful protesters, armed military sent into liberal cities...creepy! 

A great big shout out goes out to Zaldivar for her poignant, powerful, and thought provoking narrative and to my daughter, Amber, for letting me run this review by her before posting it. 

Jules Hathaway 

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The Lilies

     Imagine having to relive the worst experience of your life in a time loop that returns you violently to the beginning for the slightest mistake. Every time this happens the memory degrades a little every time which means that...

     ...you may never escape and get back to your regular life. That's the nightmare the four narrators of Quinn Diacon-Furtado's The Lilies are entangled in. They're students at Archwell Academy, an elite private school with a reputation for setting their students up for enviable futures, the kind most people can only dream of...

     ...unless, of course, they disappear. Which they sometimes do. You see Archwell has an exclusive secret society, The Lilies. Charlotte has vanished without a trace right after her induction into this group. 

     Seeking shelter from a possible active shooter on their campus, the four girls lock themselves into a very strange large closet that contains many Lilies artifacts. This is where they become trapped in the time loop...

     ...which seems centered on the night of Charlotte's disappearance.

     If you need a spooky 👻 season chiller you couldn't do better than The Lilies. 

On a purrrsonal note, Diane gave me a ride to cash 💸 in my bottles and cans. $47.65 worth which is a great haul. That cleared enough of my shed enough so I could start putting up my summer clothes and taking out my winter wardrobe. It was a grey rainy day. I was really missing the days when eating was fun instead of a dismal chore.

A great big shout out goes out to Diane.

Jules Hathaway 

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I'm guessing that you are curious about my tattoos look like. Aren't they awesome? They're named Sunshine and Midnight. They're like little talismans. They make me feel more confident and competent, badass, smart, creative, and fearless--like I can take on the world or at least this corner of it. I can hardly wait to get my next. A 🐈 😻 🐈‍⬛️ 😺 🐱 😸 of course. 

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An Impossible Thing To Say (YA fiction)

     Have you ever been in a situation where you couldn't find the words for what you want to say? That happened to me big time in my teen years. I was going to study abroad and stay with a family for a summer. I had chosen England because...English-speaking. At the last minute I was switched to Mexico. My foreign language was French. So suddenly I was in a country where my grasp of the language was nonexistent. From my inability to ask my host family where the bathroom was on arrival to my saying si to my Mexican boyfriend and learning the next morning that we were engaged to be married (obviously we didn't) it was quite challenging at times.

     It was those experiences my mind flashed back to when I read Arya Shahi's An Impossible Thing To Say. Omid, Shahi's narrator, speaks two languages and feels inadequate in both. When his grandparents move from Iran to join their extended family he struggles with Farsi. But in school he doesn't feel competent in English, especially when he's around a girl he might more than like. 

     Shortly after his grandparents' arrival 9/11 happens. That night Omid hears his parents discussing the implications for their family. Although it is rarely alluded to after that, it subtly hovers in the background, like when his mother has an encounter with a racist, like when his father's store windows are constantly being broken. 

     But Omid is about to make a life altering discovery. When the girl he likes and his best friend introduce him to rap he falls in love with its meter and rhythms. Could this be the language in which he's not only competent but fluent?

On a purrrsonal note, we're having another lovely autumn day in central Maine. In a few minutes I'll take the bus to Orono to get my second tattoo. A 🐈 😻 🐈‍⬛️ 😺 🐱 😸 one of course.

A great big shout out goes out to the people who gave me the birthday money with which I'm paying for this body art.

Jules Hathaway 

     

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The Short Life & Curious Death of Free Speech in America (adult nonfiction)

          "The First Amendment guarantee of freedom of speech is rooted in the belief that in a competition of ideas, good ideas generally crowd out bad ideas. It assumes that people are basically rational and skilled in recognizing the better argument when they hear it. And it presupposes that dialogue is dominated by real people with an interest in ideas, not by corporations and wealthy individuals hiding behind PACs and other creations, using trickery, appeals to base prejudice, and outright lies to gather gullible people to their side in the interest of commerce."

      Somewhere in high school we learned that free speech is one of our rights as citizens, a hallmark of American democracy. Or is it? Journalist Ellis Cose has studied this concept across decades of our nation's history. In The Short Life and Curious Death of Free Speech in America he shows us how our concept may be way off the mark. What we learned or remember may be inaccurate. But, more importantly, everything about the world has changed so much in the centuries since the First Amendment was news it may need serious updating. Consider the impact of technology. 

     "Also, our approach to freedom of speech was crafted at a time when no one imagined dialogue would be dominated by the likes of Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, and other apps that specialize in bursts of short, superficial communication." 

     Then there's the role of money. The gap between the wealthy and the rest us has grown obscenely huge since the eighteenth century. And now that corporations have the same rights as people the wealthy and their politicians dominate the narrative to the detriment of everyone else. 

     And there's the increasing polarization between groups in which parties (say the Republicans and the Democrats) believe that people on the other side are not only wrong on an issue, but are dangerously evil. Scientific knowledge is considered just another opinion. Hate speech and white supremecy are normalized.

     Cose doesn't gift readers with a feel good solutions chapter, probably since the issue is so complex. But that does not absolve us of the duty to do our best to create a free speech that takes into account all the ways in which our nation and world have changed and works for the marginalized and not just the marginalizers.

On a purrrsonal note, it is another picture perfect Maine autumn day. Eugene and I went on a leaf peeping road trip. The foliage is gorgeous, the reds and yellows especially vibrant. At a yard sale we found me an adorable Squishmallow dog.

MILESTONE: This is the 2,900th book I have reviewed since I started this blog in August 2011. I believe I can hit 3,000 in 2026 barring unforseen circumstances.

Oh, yeah, I've scheduled my second tattoo for tomorrow, bankrolled by birthday money. 

Jules Hathaway 

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Two Truths and a Lionel (YA fiction)

     I think we can agree that social media is a double edged sword. I wouldn't deny it does good. People who are isolated, say LGBTQ teens in conservative religious places, can find acceptance and community. But it can also be a quickly changing wild, wild, west of bullying and sexting and anonymity facilitated meanness. Lionel, narrator of Brian Wasson's Two Truths and a Lionel, certainly gets taken for a roller coaster ride. 

     Lionel idolizes his recently deceased grandfather, the swashbuckling hero of many a movie. But it seems that the movie star genes for standing out in a crowd weren't exactly passed down. He's a pretty much run-of-the mill in his small town high school...

     ...until one day the pet store he and his ex best friend who now loathes him are in catches on fire. A video makes it look like he saved a man's life. Social media catches on and spreads his heroism through his school and way beyond. With fame come all kinds of perks. And his crush, a social media influencer, seems suddenly attainable. 

      But it's not smooth sailing for Lionel. He knows that he isn't the hero he's widely portrayed as. What will happen when the truth gets out? What does he stand to lose when the social media that has put him on a pedestal just as vigorously kicks him off?

On a purrrsonal note, today was a picture perfect New England autumn day. It started out crisp and warmed enough for me to change into shorts. I celebrated the weather great good fortune by staying out from after breakfast until darkness fell in the evening. I really enjoyed seeing the pollinators having happy hour at my lovely garden. 

A great big shout out goes out to Eugene who is due back tonight from a 3 day camping trip with his brother. 

Jules Hathaway 

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Rules for Being a Girl

     My good friend Bailey is a Social Work graduate student who is kind enough to give me rides to and from school which is a huge help, especially in the winter. Today she gave me a ride home with a stop at the library to pick up some books for me to review. We were talking about sexual relationships that are against the law and unethical, especially when they involve power imbalances. We started off in the realm of literature but quickly segued to real life. She told me about professionals in her field losing jobs for inappropriate relationships with clients. 

     I told her about an experience I had in high school. During a unit on swimming my gym teacher touched me aggressively under my bathing suit and told me to keep it our little secret. I was afraid that he'd touch other girls so I did report him only to be told I was a "vicious little liar trying to ruin a good man's reputation."...

     ...I was 14. I hadn't even had my first period...

     ...As parents we want to believe these things don't happen...

     ...but they do. So how do parents bring up a subject many teens often don't want to discuss with adults? Candace Bushnell and Katie Cotugno provide a most excellent resource in their Rules for Being a Girl. It provides teens with much needed information in the context of a truly engaging narrative. It's a book I would have given my daughters if they weren't adults. 

    Marin is an excellent student whose goals are to get into Brown University and become an investigative journalist. As the very engaged and conscientious co-editor of the school paper, she practically lives in the office, having frequent personal conversations with the faculty advisor, Bex (Mr. Beckett).

     Bex starts off slow. He gives Marin a ride home one night so she won't have to wait for her mother to pick her up. He tells her that she probably shouldn't tell anybody. Another night he brings her to his apartment, ostensibly to pick up a book he wants to lend her. When he kisses her she fortunately leaves before things escalate even more.

     At first Marin isn't sure she should do anything. Maybe she did lead him on. When she does report him nothing happens. In fact it's suggested that she misinterpreted things. And Bex gets downright vindictive. 

     The title of the book alludes to another not discussed enough issue Marin encounters in school: the way girls are micromanaged by stuff like dress codes (wouldn't want them to distract the boy from their studies) and male peers are left alone.

     It's a book I wish had been around when I was 14. It's an excellent introduction to feminism and social justice for teens of all genders.

On a purrrsonal note, I had a great day today. It was First Friday Bagels. I had my favorite sweet cinnamon. Bailey ran a jewelry making workshop which was much enjoyed by all who participated. I took the pictures and made a necklace with really cute beads. I got home in time to read outside near my 💐 🌹 🌸 🏵 🌼.

A great big shout out goes out to Bailey who is a really good friend and someday, as a social worker, will be a real help to her clients and a credit to her profession. 

Jules Hathaway 

    

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