Wednesday, January 21, 2026

What To Eat Now (adult nonfiction)

     I've been struggling with how to eat a healthy diet to keep my blood pressure down and prevent a second stroke while consuming enough to not lose too much weight for over two years now. My primary care provider said "Exercise Moderation." I needed actionable steps, not pithy slogans. My neurologist said "Eat meat" which even I knew was a bad idea. So I turned to books which ranged from the didactic to the confusing. I was eating stuff I didn't like--dreading breakfast so much I didn't want to get out of bed--and every time I ate supper with my husband it felt like playing Russian roulette. I stopped looking at the scales when they dipped below 90. If someone invented pills that gave me all the nutrients I needed to take the place of food it would have felt like a dream come true. 
     Then last year, hunting for more blog worthy books 📚 to order by inter library loan, I saw a ray of hope on the horizon: Marion Nestle's just dropped What To Eat Now. I put in a request for it speedy quick. 
     I've read some of Nestle's previous books on all aspects of foods. She has academic cred and institution affiliations. She's won prestigious awards. But she writes so people without advanced degrees in nutrition can understand it. And she writes with passion and anger on our behalf when corporations are behaving badly. She asks the inconvenient questions. If I was marketing highly processed food to kids she'd be someone I wouldn't want to encounter. She has no qualms about pissing her colleagues off. She's certainly earned my trust. 
     Actually What To Eat Now is a revision of her What To Eat (2006) which she wrote as a response to the questions many people were asking her. Addressing not only the questions themselves, but the the very real anxiety behind them she began researching grocery stores, talking to industry people, and doing a lot of reading. When the pandemic hit, giving her the space to revisit the book, she realized that so much had changed a whole new book was needed.
     Nestle uses a very user-friendly format. Almost all of us have pushed carts through supermarkets. She tackles different food types that we'd consume or feed our children or fur babies in the order in which they'd appear. She addresses questions like nutrition, safety, and affordability. Some sections have subchapters on relevant issues. At the fish counter she weighs the risks (toxic chemicals) versus benefits (omega-3 fats) of fish consumption. 
     To my surprise and delight she answered two of my personal questions. The plain kind of Cheerios (which I switched to when I could no longer make myself eat Raisin Bran) is a perfectly good cereal choice. And feeding cats only wet food is the best. Now I can tell Eugene that not only does it keep cats from becoming obese (especially indoor cats who don't get the hunting/fleeing from predators exercise of the outdoor felines), but it prevents kidney problems and is safer because of the way it's manufactured. 
     Nestle wants us to think beyond our personal food choices to their impact on the larger world. What impact will they have on the environment? Will the workers from farmers to grocery store workers be paid adequately and treated with dignity? Will the animals that are raised for food suffer unnecessarily? She threads these issues throughout the book. This social justice aspect is one of the most exciting aspects of the book for me. She ends with this truly inspiring paragraph:
     "You eat. Willingly or not you participate in the environment of food choice. The choices you make about food are as much about the kind of world you want to live in as they are about what to have for lunch. Food choices are about your future and that of your children. They are about democracy in action. I am thoroughly convinced one person can make a difference. Food is an excellent place to make that difference. Yes, you should take personal responsibility--informed personal responsibility--to make food choices you believe in. But do more. Advocate for your beliefs...Exercise your first amendment rights. Speak out. And enjoy your dinner, knowing you are creating a better world for yourself and others, now and in the future."
     AMEN TO THAT!!!
     I'm feeling guardedly optimistic about food for the first time since the stroke. Like I can understand it, like maybe in the future eating can be something I like rather than a dreaded chore. I will keep reading. I'll bring questions to nutritionists on campus. And when it gets warmer out I'll explore the four supermarkets that are accessible by bus and take extensive notes. 
On a purrrsonal note, I'd left Eugene a grocery list. Being the only driver he's the logical shopper. He not only bought the items and more, but also picked up a Hello Kitty and Friends shirt and a beautiful big orange Squishmallow cat. Those dear unexpected gifts really lifted my spirits on a bitterly cold 🥶 winter short Maine day.
A great big shout out goes out to Marion Nestle for making nutrition understandable, defending us from the profit obsessed big food companies, and championing a social justice focus. Also to my Eugene for being such a wonderful, thoughtful 💕 ❤️ 💖 husband. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Tuesday, January 20, 2026

FW: Joy journal





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Well here's another two pages from my joy journal. It's another cruel windchill day in Penobscot County, Maine. The little scientist in me is reminding me that to cut down on the proliferation of pathogen packing parasites and global climate change it has to stay a whole lot colder a whole lot longer. The me that will have to bus commute on the regs all too soon is la la la not listening. If I could drive life would be so much easier, especially in winter. Or if only I could live in Portland where there's better bus service and a more lively, diverse population and more to do. At least I can look forward to Eugene's postponed birthday family lunch on Saturday. And at least the tree is still up.



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Well here's another two pages from my joy journal. It's another cruel windchill day in Penobscot County, Maine. The little scientist in me is reminding me that to cut down on the proliferation of pathogen packing parasites and global climate change it has to stay a whole lot colder a whole lot longer. The me that will have to bus commute on the regs all too soon is la la la not listening. If I could drive life would be so much easier, especially in winter. Or if only I could live in Portland where there's better bus service and a more lively, diverse population and more to do. At least I can look forward to Eugene's postponed birthday family lunch on Saturday. And at least the tree is still up.



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Monday, January 19, 2026

Raising Hare (Adult Memoir)

     "Since that first day when I found her it has felt as if a spell was cast over this corner of the earth, and me within it. I have stepped out of my usual life and had the privilege of an experience out of the ordinary. Had it not been for the unique circumstances of the pandemic, I would never have come across the hare, and my life would have continued along its familiar 
Grooves." 
     Chloe Dalton's Raising Hare is a book I never would have put on my reading list. Memoirs are not a genre I enjoy. In fact I would have passed it over in a heartbeat except for one thing...
     ...my son, Adam, gave it to me for Christmas. When Adam gives or recommends a book it's one I wouldn't think to pick up. But it becomes one I wouldn't want to have missed out on. Raising Hare is no exception. 
     Dalton was a political adviser to public figures, putting her career above all else. She worked on weekends and holidays. She avoided making fixed plans that would render her unable to grab a bag and travel to deal with a crisis on a few hour's notice.
     Then, like so many of us, she found her life derailed by the pandemic, forced to move from London to a secluded home in the English countryside. One day she found a leveret, a baby hare, lying alone and was faced with a dilemma. If she left it where it was it would probably be devoured by a predator. But if she tried to care for it it would probably die.  As you can probably guess she took it home and tried to raise it as a wild creature destined to return to the wilderness rather than as a pet. There are four strands to her narrative. 
     The first is her observations which are perceptive, detailed, and often quite beautiful. The leveret doesn't die and matures and gives birth to leveret litters of her own. Although Dalton doesn't try to domesticate them to the point of not giving them names, they inhabit her home and garden as well as the wild spaces beyond. 
     The second is the knowledge she gains from her wide ranging research on hares. In fact each chapter begins with a colorful quote she gleaned from her readings. 
     The third is her candid observations on how the experience changed her profoundly. She came to see that the constantly on call, low commitment lifestyle she'd formerly considered freedom was actually exhausting. 
     "Whereas I had been impervious to the well-intentioned advice from friends [about the danger of burnout], the leveret worked upon my character soundlessly and wordlessly, easing some of the nervous tension and impatience that I had been living with as a result of a life constantly on the move and on call for others."
      Finally there are her epiphanies about the impacts of humans on the natural world and animals.
     Winter can be a good time for slowing down and reflecting. If this is appealing to you Raising Hare is a good addition to your to read list. 
On a purrrsonal note, we in central Maine have been buried under yet another snow storm. Eugene got called out to plow in the middle of the night. He just got back and is eating the breakfast I cooked for him. I've set a goals for myself for this last day before spring semester starts: reading all of Marion Nestle's What To Eat Now. I sent for it by inter library loan two months ago. It's a hefty book the size of a grad school science textbook--as thick as my thumb is long--584 pages not counting appendices. So the chances of reading it in one day--slim to nonexistent. But it's something I have to do. 
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene and the other blizzard battlers. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Sunday, January 18, 2026

Christmas tree

Sadly I've had to take the ornaments off. But it's still pretty with the lights. Eugene had sort of a lemon of a birthday. Blame it on the ❄️. It postponed his party 🥳 🎉. And he had to plow the mess from yesterday afternoon till sometime this morning. 
Speaking of ❄️, he's finally decided to share the shoveling. He left me the paths to the oil tank and the shed to clear. YES!!! Outdoor exercise and fresh air. Nagging can pay off big time. 



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Saturday, January 17, 2026

After We Burned (YA chiller)

     "She deserved more than what Fenix, Colorado could offer.  She deserved a loving home. A future. But all she gets now is a hypocritical memorial service and a place in the cold, dark ground. She's stuck here forever, and so am I."
    In the wee hours of the morning in a town dominated by the powerful Lewis Industries a school burns. A girl dies jumping from a second story window. As we learn at her funeral her death is considered a suicide...
     ...Or was it? Marieke Nijkamp's After We Burn is narrated in alternating voices by teens:
*Eden, the deceased, shares the story of that fateful night when she broke into the school to get out of the rain and sees muddy footprints where there shouldn't be any;
*Peyton, a close friend who knew that Eden was trying for a better life, not death. They were attempting to run away together. Now with Eden dead she feels trapped. Eden had been her safe space, the only person in Fenix she had been able to trust. 
*Kelsey, a student who had been molested by a popular chemistry teacher--a member of the all powerful Lewis family--and then called a liar by school administration when she tried to report him. She and her friends had been in the school spray painting accusations in Mr. Lewis's room the night of the fire. 
*Theo, a neighbor and close friend of Eden who is convinced that Eden would not have killed herself. Sneaking into the school nine days after the fire he finds alarming evidence. An aspiring journalist with a reporter mother, he wants to uncover and expose the truth. 
     Unfortunately there are very powerful people who are equally motivated to hide revelations that could threaten the status quo.
     After We Burned is a suspenseful novel with relatable characters and a complex and well crafted plot. It deals with an issue many schools try hard to not deal with. I highly recommend it for more mature YA readers. But I'd be remiss if I didn't give trigger warnings for molestation of students and domestic violence. 
On a purrrsonal note, well Mother Nature is not playing nice. According to the meteorologist we're about to be slammed by another big old storm. Which means that Eugene will probably have to plow on his birthday. And we've postponed the family birthday lunch until next Saturday. 
A great big shout out goes out to the one and only Eugene.
Jules Hathaway 



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Friday, January 16, 2026

Eugene's birthday 🎂

Tomorrow is my beloved husband's birthday. He's the opposite of me when it comes to birthdays. I celebrate mine at least a week and love parties. He considers his just another day and probably would be happy for everyone to forget. SO NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!! The family will get together for a birthday lunch tomorrow at Amber and Brian's. And I've baked a molasses cake (his favorite) for supper dessert. And as a gift to you I'm sharing Eugene's mom's recipes for molasses cake and baked macaroni and cheese--a cold weather comfort food. 
Molasses Cake 
1/2 cup shortening 
2 cups flour 
1 cup molasses
1 cup hot water
A little ginger 
1 tsp baking soda
Mix ingredients together. Bake 1/2 hour at 350. Top slices with generous portions of whipped cream or Cool Whip.😋
Macaroni and cheese 
Chop up a block of your favorite cheese. Cook a box of elbow Macaroni to desired tenderness. Add cheese and 3/4 cup margarine or butter. Mix together. Add milk til it reaches the top of the ingredients. Bake an hour at 375. Top should be golden brown. 
I'm taking the ornaments off the tree. Such a sorrowful task. 
Hope you have a good weekend. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Thursday, January 15, 2026

The Lost Women of Science (juvenile Nonfiction)

     Recently, scanning the new book section of the Orono Public Library, I found a volume that Amber who has a PhD in physics would insist that I review. In her younger years she really enjoyed reading about women scientists--especially those who didn't get to enjoy the acclaim they deserved. As an adult she really wants today's girls to be able to learn about and be inspired by them.
     Melina Gerosa Bellows and Katie Hafner, authors of The Lost Women of Science, learned about Dr. Dorothy Anderson in 2021. Barred from becoming a surgeon because of being a woman, she became the pathologist who identified and described cystic fibrosis, enabling other scientists to develop treatments to prolong the lives of young patients. Sadly after her death she faded into obscurity. They were many brilliant female scientists who had suffered a similar fate.
     "So our team at Lost Women of Science set out to research the lives and work of as many women as we could find--women who made huge contributions to science but for reasons of time and place and the lack of a Y chromosome didn't get the recognition they deserved during their lifetime."
     In this first volume of the series young readers learn about Anderson and nine other forgotten pioneers including:
*Eunice Newton Foote who discovered the science behind the greenhouse effect in the nineteenth century;
*Dr. Cecelia Payne Gaposchkin who discovered what stars are made of;
*Elezebeth Smith Friedman who was America's first female cryptanalyst;
and *Yvonne Y. Clark who achieved greatly as a Black female mechanical engineer. 
     The forward to the book concludes with this paragraph:
     "We hope that in learning more about each and every one of them, your curiosity will be piqued and you'll be inspired to carry out some remarkable work of your own. These once lost, now found women of science officially pass the baton of exploration and discovery to you, the next generation of mavericks."
     Girls who have scientific curiosity will find The Lost Women of Science truly engaging. I'm sure that Amber will agree that this most excellent volume belongs in all school and public libraries. 
On a purrrsonal note, I'm enjoying the last days of having our beautiful Christmas tree adorning our living room. Today and tomorrow I'll be mostly reading near it. Eugene will turn 66 Saturday. Amber and Brian are throwing him a birthday lunch. I'll bake him a molasses cake 🎂 for his supper dessert. Tobago and I will give him a card and money. I'd give him a gift card to his favorite sporting goods store but it's not on the bus line. 
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Joy journal

Here's a page from last year. Actually I have quite a few I haven't yet shared. I make exercise biking less boring by reading my regular journals. That gives me a great deal of joy. When the kids were little Eugene was always telling me it was a waste of time. I'm glad I chose to ignore him. I'm reaping quite a return on that time investment. 



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Tuesday, January 13, 2026

The Incredibly Human Henson Blayze (juvenile fiction)

     Derrick Barnes's The Incredibly Human Henson Blayze is a brilliant blend of three genres that most us wouldn't think of combining. My reading experience was like dividing into the Maine ocean at this time of year, adjusting to the water temperature, and then returning to fluffy blankets and whipped cream and sprinkles topped sea salt caramel hot chocolate. It was like tasting a mixture of foods you think won't work together but taste divine. 
     The first genre is social justice. Henson is an eighth grader so talented in football he's been bumped up to the starting lineup of his small town's high school team. Actually for his school and town he's like a promised messiah who will lift the team from mediocrity to championship greatness. People he's close to, though, warn him that all the display of love will end the day he no longer gives them what they want...
     ...Henson has a young friend, Menkah, who is like a little brother to love unreservedly and protect. When Menkah doesn't show up for a football game Henson starts worrying. At halftime he learns that Menkah was beaten badly by cops and is in the hospital seriously injured. He knows he belongs at his brother's side...
     ...but the crowd thinks differently. They see him as owing them the victory. They see 10-year-old Menkah as a little thug who got what he deserved. They start chanting "START THE GAME! NO ONE CARES!"
     The second genre is coming of age. 
     "Henson couldn't believe his ears. These were the same people who all week had shown how proud they were of him. How excited they were to see the Marauders play. How happy they were at just the mere sight of him. Yes, these were the same townsfolk who were so nice and loving to him and treated him like he was family."
     Henson's world is shattered when he learns, during a time of crisis, that his majority white town cares only about his athletic performance and sees a child he loves as a little thug who is getting what he deserves. Now he has a really difficult decision to make: does he really want to rejoin the team after all he's learned?
     The third strand, interwoven like fairy lights through the narrative, is made up of myth, legend, magic, tales passed on from generation to generation. 
     If you're, like me, lucky enough to find The Incredibly Human Henson Blayze at your local library or bookstore (hopefully an independent) give it a try. I think you'll like it. 
On a purrrsonal note, even though it's supposed get up to the 30s I'm not going further than my mailbox. Mostly I plan to read near the tree and work on my studio and gallery. Eugene should be happy when he gets home. I'm making his mother's baked Mac & cheese from scratch. It's very much a cold weather comfort food. Way back when Eugene's mom asked what I wanted for a wedding gift I asked for recipes for food he ate growing up. Best gift possible. 
A great big shout out goes out to my mother-in-law who gave birth to and raised my wonderful Eugene. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Monday, January 12, 2026

Precious Tobago

I can't think of anything more beautiful to post than a picture of my fur baby. Such a loving companion. It's cold out, but nothing falling from the sky. I plan to spend the day reading and reviewing near the beautiful Christmas 🎄 and spring cleaning. I'm treasuring the peace and 



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Sunday, January 11, 2026

Dear Dad (juvenile graphic memoir)

     America is number one in a way that shouldn't make any us proud. With only 4% of the world's population we house 20% of the world's incarcerated population behind bars. Over 2.7 million American kids have an imprisoned parent. That's an awful lot of kids.
     I learned those grim statistics from reading Jay Jay Patton's Dear Dad. It's a graphic novel based on her experiences of having an imprisoned father and having to make huge life adjustments when he was released...
     ...like having to move from her home and friends to a "place filled with just strangers".
     With its vivid illustrations and authentic narrative Dear Dad will be an excellent read for the many kids with incarcerated parents and their friends and classmates.
On a purrrsonal note, Brian, Amber's husband, just had a birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊. It was a reminder of how grateful I am that he's my beloved older daughter's life partner. He makes her happy and supports her in her writing career. They've been together nearly 16 years now. Honestly he feels more like a son than a son-in-law. A birthday of a friend or family member can be a timely reminder of all they mean to you.
A great big shout out goes out to Brian along with heartfelt wishes for a healthy and prosperous year. 
Jules Hathaway 



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The tree

Yesterday Eugene told me I should take the ornaments off the tree. I held out for one more week. One more week to cherish the magic and enchantment. I do this every year. We got snow last night, but only a dusting. My spring cleaning is slow but steady. The gallery I'm turning the hall into is really coming to life.
I hope that 2026 is starting out well for you and your friends and family and companion animals. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Saturday, January 10, 2026

2nd Etsy shirt

I think you'll agree that they're both on brand for me. 



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Friday, January 9, 2026

Watch Us Rise (YA fiction)

     Renee Watson and Ellen Hagan's Watch Us Rise is a super read for teenage activists. It carries a profound message. Sometimes the institutions that pride themselves on being on the cutting edge of diversity and inclusion...
     ...actually aren't. And, as co narrators and long time besties, Jasmine and Chelsea discover, they can be especially resistant to change.
     The girls are part of a tight knit artist group. At their progressive school each student is required to join an after school club. Only the clubs they join turn out to be not so good fits.
     "'Oh, please,' Jacob says, interrupting me for the second time. 'The classics are the classics for a reason, okay?'" he says, reaching out his hands and holding onto my shoulders like he's trying to school me. 
     "'Yeah, a racist reason. And by the way, stop talking over me,' I say, staring directly at Jacob and pulling my arms away."
     Poet Chelsea wants to read current poetry and see how it can influence needed change. Her classmates and faculty advisor are stuck on the classics. When Jacob suggests that she doesn't belong in the club Chelsea walks out. 
     "'This is the August Wilson Acting Ensemble,' I say. 'Everything we do is about race. And it's not just about race for me--I am not going to be the fat black girl playing the angry, sassy woman--'"
     When the faculty advisor for the drama club keeps insisting she play totally stereotyped roles, ignoring all her ideas, Jasmine doesn't need anyone to suggest that she leave; she's outta there.
     Only one problem. They're required to be in a club. Rather than let someone place them in another club where they don't belong they decide to start their own: a writing club focused on women's issues. They enlist a faculty advisor and start a blog that resonates with people...
     ...seemingly all good...
     ...until a small controversy arises and the administration begins to micromanage the club and try to shut it down. This in itself would be challenging enough. But the girls are simultaneously dealing with a situation most adults struggle with. The first two paragraphs of the book:
"I'm [Jasmine] a month away from starting my junior year of high school, and I just found out my father only has four months to live. 
     I don't really hear all of what Mom and Dad are. Just the important words like 'cancer' and 'out of remission' and 'stage four.'"
     This is where I add a trigger warning. For especially sensitive teens his decline and death might be too much. I was in tears several times. And I'm a grown ass adult. 
     Aside from that that one caveat Watch Us Rise is a really excellent read--truly engaging and thought provoking. 
On a purrrsonal note, my second Etsy shirt arrived yesterday. It's a very soft pink sweatshirt that shows a cat napping on a pile of books and says "easily distracted by cats and books". Quite fittingly my one errand was going to the library to pick up inter library loans and I'd started the day off snuggling with precious Tobago. 
A great big shout out goes out to 🐈 😻 s and librarians. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Thursday, January 8, 2026

Winter break

Well today temps are predicted to get into the 30s. Heat wave!!! Think I'll at least get to the library to swap books. Break is really flying by. Other than keeping this blog up, putting more time into cooking, and the deep clean/organizing of the house which is still a work in progress I haven't been terribly ambitious. Since I'll start job hunting when spring semester starts it'll probably be my last winter break. What I've been enjoying the most about it is the time I'm spending reading near the tree with precious Tobago snuggling up as in the picture. 



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Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Under The Neon Lights

     I have such fond memories of roller skating rinks. I was never one of the stars but I managed to stay on my feet at a decent speed. As a child and teen I loved gliding around in a crowd to music and chowing down on food my mother wouldn't approve of. As a college undergrad I got an unexpected chance to experience the magical ambiance. My major had regular visits to the local rink. It was a bonding experience and a major part of our identity. I even got to skate during the couples skates because the wife of the professor I became a TA for couldn't skate and keep an eye on her kids at the same time. 
     Skating rink affecianados and social justice warriors will find Arriel Vinson's Under The Neon Lights to be deeply engaging and often enraging. Novels in verse affecianados will be overjoyed to see such a masterpiece of this genre. 
     Jae lives for her Saturday nights at WestSide Roll.
"The skating rink is our place 
every Saturday night. 
Me, my bestie Noelle, every skater here
whip around the wood, fast and furious 
like we're racing for our lives. 
We shake our sorrows loose,
shed them like snakeskin."
     Jae has some pretty big uncertainties in her life. Bestie Noelle seems to be slipping away.
"She tries new things, flirts with a crush,
attempts to drag me to unfamiliar places 
and almost always,
I tell her
I'd rather stay in
with my soothing R & B."
     Then there's her estranged father. He seems to be trying to get back into her life. But he has hurt her badly so many times before. Can she take the risk of trusting him?
     More uncertainty comes in the form of Trey, a cutie who literally bowls her over in their first encounter at WestSide Roll. At first she's not really interested in him. But he's quite persistent and may be winning her over.
     Then the unimaginable happens. Mr. Mike, the long time owner announces that WestSide Roll will be closing in five weeks. There's no chance of saving it. 
"It's like someone 
snatched the breath
out of my body 
I don't see anything 
only hear aw man's
or what the fuck's
I am motionless 
wondering how
something so special 
to me
to us
could disappear"
     The how has to do with a theme that's popping up with alarming frequency in YA literature because it's happening with alarming frequency in the dystopia we call real life. The evil of gentrification. Not only is she losing her refuge, but the landlords who rent out the apartments where she and the people she cares about live are jacking the rents by an exorbitant amount and no longer accepting rental assistance programs. 
     The gentrifiers see the value of properties in how their fiscal worth can be beefed up by getting rid of the current residents and luring in the filthy rich. 
"But I learned it's valuable because of what it is, 
not what it can become. 
Because all of us here hold each other down, 
buy each other's lemonade, 
watch each other's packages, 
offer each other food, 
trust each other to babysit."
     Vinson's choice of verse for her narrative is brilliant. It carries so much nuance and feeling that prose couldn't from the joy and freedom of skating in community to beloved music to the shock of learning that paradise soon will be lost. Notice that in that quote she's dropped all punctuation, accentuating the feelings of unbearable grief and loss.
     Under The Neon Lights is lit. But you don't have to take my word for it. Both Elizabeth Acevedo and Leah Johnson have contributed back cover accolades. 
     After such a brilliant debut I can't wait to see what Vinson comes up with next.
On a purrrsonal note, here in Central Maine we've been hit with--surprise, surprise 😮 🫢--more snow. I've just come in from shoveling. At least Eugene was not called out in the wee hours so he could get a full night's sleep. I plan to spend the day on my early spring cleaning. I mean with happy meal Squishmallows as an incentive. With reading breaks near the tree. Soon as my responsibilities increase I won't have as much time for reading, meaning less frequent posts. (At least one review a week though.) I really--after 14 1/2 years providing content for this blog and the years reviewing children's for the Bangor Daily News--find real joy in writing my reviews and picture posts. It never gets old. And I know it improves my writing abilities. With due diligence and maybe a bit of luck I believe I can follow in Amber's footsteps by having my first book 📖 published. 
A great big shout out goes out to all who read this blog, especially those who give me feedback. 
Jules Hathaway 



     
     



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Tuesday, January 6, 2026

Chains v. Indies

This is what I purchased with my Books A Million gift my sister-in-law gave me. I really needed the planner and the cat theme was totally on brand for me. Since it was half price I could also get a book I hadn't read by one of my favorite authors. Before this trip I was a total BAM virgin. Hard to believe, huh, with my love of reading. My go to is my beloved Orono Public Library and Inter Library Loans. Besides supporting a public institution (where I also volunteer) it's more environmentally sustainable. As for the few books I do want for my permanent collection I'm lucky enough to have an indie nearby--the totally awesome Briar Patch. Anyway I was totally unprepared for the overpowering kid in a candy shop rush I got when I stepped through the doors. And then ashamed of it. OK I was spending a gift card. But what if that's a gateway to spending money on something local indies don't carry. 
It's not just bookstores. I'd starve if I boycotted Walmart because Eugene does most of the grocery shopping there. I'm usually good about shopping for stuff like clothes and Squishmallows, shopping thrift shops and yard sales--environmental sustainability. But sometimes when we're strolling the isles at Walmart an item, usually involving Hello Kitty 😺 will reduce me to a "pretty. Me want" mentality. It's gotten worse since the diet from Hell has made just about everything I like to eat off limits and lots of stuff I don't like mandatory. I know I should be better than this. But I'm not. Do you face moral dilemmas like mine? Oh yeah, I discovered ebay sells Happy Meal Squishmallows. Now I finally have something to replace froyo 🍨, ice cream 🍦, and candy 🍬 as incentives. When I finish my (slightly early) spring cleaning I'll put in an order. 
A great big shout out goes out to all who are struggling with similar ethical dilemmas.
Jules Hathaway 



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Monday, January 5, 2026

This Side Of Home (YA fiction)

     Gentrification has been going on for decades. In my childhood it was called Urban Renewal. It was whitewashed as the good deed of restoring neighborhoods that were dangerous and/or unsightly to become safer and more aestheticly pleasing. What was glossed over was that the people evicted were primarily poor and working class people of color who--surprise, surprise--could not afford to rent or own the renewed properties. 
     It's never gone away. Just gone by different names for the same evil. Those highways our nation is so proud of. Many cut through beloved communities of color with ruthless greed and surgical precision. And since the pandemic it's only gotten worse. The wealthy can now bypass government agencies and swoop down in coveted neighborhoods buying up properties and making it impossible for families who have lived there for generations to stay in their beloved homes and communities. 
     It's so nefarious it almost makes me wish I could believe in a Biblical Hell. Jesus would certainly have had something to say and not "Great location for a Starbucks."
     If it's heartbreaking for adults, imagine what it's like for it's like for a teen preparing for one of her biggest and most challenging life transitions. Actually you don't have to imagine; you can read Renee Watson's This Side Of Home. It's a slightly older book but well worth the extra effort to acquire. Maya, Watson's protagonist, lives in a rapidly gentrifying Portland [Oregon] neighborhood. She's seen beloved Black founded and owned stores replaced by fancy white owned ones. She's seeing long time residents priced out of their homes--including her long time best friend, Essence. 
     Maya, her identical twin sister, Nikki, and Essence have been inseparable. Now Nikki rarely has time to join Maya in visiting Essence, seemingly preferring to hang out with Kate, the rich white girl whose family bought Essence's old home. And while Maya avoids the new white stores Nikki can't seem to get enough of them. 
     The girls had planned to go to the same historically black college and room together, first in a dorm, then in an apartment. Now nothing is certain. 
     And then there's the high school the girls go to. The new principal, the third in four years, seems more intent on making the school look not bad to reporters than creating changes that will actually help the students. 
     YA readers with a passion for social justice will find This a Side Of Home to be highly engaging and thought provoking. 
On a purrrsonal note, the weather continues to be beastly cold. Today I don't intend to go any further than my mailbox at the end of the street. And the only reason I'm going that far actually makes for a good story. For Mothers Day 2020 Amber gave me an Etsy virtual gift card. I had to wait til campus opened because Tobago and I had no clue how to redeem it. I'd written the numbers on a slip of paper which I had misplaced. It was going to expire in 2026. In December I'd remembered where I put it. Bailey was kind enough to come over and help me redeem it by ordering two cat and books themed shirts. I heard yesterday that one has reached Maine from wherever it shipped. Such excitement!
A great big shout out goes out to Amber and Bailey who I will think of whenever I wear the beautiful shirts.
Jules Hathaway 



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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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