Friday, August 21, 2026

Two On Book Banning

     If you've read this blog awhile you know how royally pissed off book banning gets me. In my childhood books were so nondiverse and timid I knew it wasn't right. I rejoiced as things got better, especially when I had children of my own. All the current censorship nastiness has me worried about the children of today and tomorrow and the teachers and librarians valiantly trying to keep the books they need access to on the shelves...
     ...and royally pissed at the people who are working overtime to bring America back to the period they consider the pinnacle of its existence...
     ...the 1950s and, more specifically, the McCarthy era. So when I found not one, but two books addressing the harm inflicted by book banning I snapped them up as fast as precious Tobago devours a tuna or ocean fish Fancy Feast entree. They both lived up to my expectations.   
   
     Banned Together, edited by Ashley Hope Perez, is like a who's who of kiddy lit. It's an anthology of pieces by juvenile and YA authors who have two things in common. They've won all kinds of prestigious awards. They've had their books frequently banned for bogus reasons, mostly by people who haven't even read said books. 
     Imagining the Unimaginable is by Ellen Hopkins, one of my favorite authors. She keeps the banners in a constant state of frenzied agitation by creating teen characters who do things like getting addicted to street drugs and having sex. As if reading about their activities will entice young readers to copy them. In her piece she imagines how much more bleak and restricted her youth would have been if she'd been adopted by Moms for Liberty type parents. 
     Perez herself, another of my favorites, contributed two pieces. Both Dancing With Haters and Getting to Know Your Hate Mail concern the plethora of hate mail she receives. Rather than let them erode her confidence, she turns them into  creative pieces. In Dancing With Haters this takes the form of a poem. Getting To Know Your Hate Mail is hate mail quotes and her responses.
"What is wrong with you? You are truly helping to further the satanic agenda in our world.
Wow, who knew I was so powerful?"
"I don't think I will be able to eat for the rest of the day after seeing the filth being allowed in our schools because of the likes of you. Our poor children. 
Look! It's the Moms for Liberty diet plan!"
     Marinaomi uses a graphic format to share how a school library discarded book given to her by a teacher when she was eleven helped her get unstuck from overwhelming emotions and cope with the world. 
"This experience instilled in me a lifelong love of literature, and a desire to help people in the same way that Mr. Vonnegut had helped me.
If Mr. P-C hadn't given me this book, I wonder if I'd be an author today. Would I even be alive? I'm grateful I don't have to find out."
     These are just a few of the diverse and insightful pieces. 
     Perez closes with a direct letter to readers with these uplifting and inspiring words. 
     "Book banners want to get between readers and the powerful work of these authors. This collection says NO WAY. Our goal with Banned Together is to talk about what is happening to books in libraries, why these vanishing stories matter, and how you can empower yourselves and others to resist.
     We hope this collection is just one step in your brave and bold reading journey. Look us up! We'd love to hear from you."

     While Banned Together is targeted for the YA set, Danny Caine's How To Defend Books and Why: Book Bans and How We Fight Them is most definitely for adults. There's a wealth of complex information and inspiration crammed into this deceptively small volume. My advice to readers who aren't reviewers like me is to read it slowly, giving yourself time to fully engage with the material. 
     Believe me it will engage you emotionally as well as cognitively if you're attracted to this eminently important book. The machinations of those determined to block access to really essential books and legislate what children (and sometimes adults) can read will anger you. Some of the people taking great risks to fight this unrelenting censorship will gladden and inspire you. Some of the material, especially when we leave the United States is truly heartbreaking. 
     Caine starts by introducing the Orwellian language being used by the banners and challengers. Only they aren't banning. They are merely concerned community members keeping inappropriate material out of the hands of innocent children. This is supposedly a matter of parents' rights. But only white Christian nationalist parents have rights that need to be respected. Moms "grassroots" groups are funded by conservative political groups with deep pockets and agendas rather than T shirt sales. It's all supposedly for the children but children and teens who speak up for their rights are treated brutally by their "protectors".
     "Book bans are not the hoax. Rather, the hoax is the right-wing narrative that all this is happening to enshrine so-called 'parents' rights.' Another hoax: that this is only about books. Indeed, what we'll call the book ban crisis is actually about the dismantling of secular education and the targeted elimination of identities that fall outside the Christian nationalist worldview. Any attempts to deny this? That's the actual hoax."
     Going back to the McCarthy era in the 1950s and continuing on into the pandemic and beyond, Caine gives a truly comprehensive battle being waged. You meet the actors on both sides and the people and institutions that are deeply impacted. You follow the complex and often convoluted legal wars. You see how teachers and librarians are relentlessly bullied. There's all you need to get a handle on the issues involved. 
     And Caine introduces two groups often left out of the discourse. One is prison inmates where groups outside the institution and its employees have unrestricted power to control what (if any) reading materials they have access to. Often permissible materials have a Christian nationalist slant. Indoctrination, anyone? And relevant materials are too often taboo. 
 "Commonly censored categories of books include Black history and fiction; Indigenous and Latinx publications; LGBTQ fiction and self-help; and publications written by and about incarcerated people."
     The other is the besieged Palestinians whose right to exist and share their stories is constantly under attack. Authors are slain. Libraries are burned and bombed. 
     Caine also serves up a wealth of ways readers can become involved in the fight against book bans and the evils they can lead to. Remember it's not only the books but the readers of disfavored identities and public schools and libraries the banners have beef with...
     ...It's how Hitler got his start. 
     I highly recommend How To Defend Books and Why to all who really care about this all too relevant issue. Teachers, librarians, book sellers, authors, and readers need all the allies we can get.
On a purrrsonal note, I have been an avid reader almost all my life. Having a college librarian father and and a college professor mother I could access materials carefully kept out of my classmates' hands. I did a 3rd grade book report on Dante's Divine Comedy. I realized how restricted the books in the children's wing were. I was an activist from an early age also. As an adult I protested and volunteered, often accompanied by my children. Then the pandemic hit, isolating me from opportunities to make a difference. I couldn't get into signing online petitions. I'd had a book review blog since 2011. One day I did a thematic analysis and realized an increasing percent of my reviews were centered on diversity, inclusion, and inconvenient truths. So this became my focus--making people aware of the books banners are trying to keep out of our libraries and our hands. Unlike those online petitions, it's a form that suits my interests, talents, and personality.
A great big shout out goes out to everyone engaged in the fight for diverse, inclusive, and truth telling books.
Jules Hathaway 
     
     




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Thursday, August 20, 2026

Got this in the mail

Don't you love stickers that express your heartfelt emotions? This does that for me. I'm so against data centers. They use up resources people need like water--resources that are dwindling even without them. And who will have access to all this data? A dictator could use it for truly nefarious ends. 



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More Goodwill finds

Gorgeous cat shirts--one of which is new with original tags. 



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Goodwill finds

Two gorgeous Squishmallows and a Squishmallow notebook which will make a fine journal. I didn't remember Squishmallow notebooks were a thing even though Eugene got me one years ago. And they sell them on Ebay!!! OH JOY!!!



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Wednesday, August 19, 2026

A House of Vipers (YA chiller)

     "Guilt seized Lawson's chest in an iron vise, and for a second--just a second--he considered throwing everything away, lifting his brother off the ground and saying he was sorry, that he'd never hurt him again. He wanted to tell Sutter everything--about the Vipers, the treasure, all the horrible things he'd discovered because of them. 
     But he knew he couldn't. He was in too deep now. He had to do this alone."
     This was the last time Sutter saw his brother--in the older boy's dorm room at Meddlehart Academy on the stormy night that was supposed to have been Lawson's senior prom. When searches were fruitless people started giving up, achieving closure, moving on, putting up a memorial statue on campus...
     ...But not Sutter. He's convinced that Lawson is alive somewhere. He'll find him--whatever it takes. And he has his besties by his side.
     When Sutter finds a mysterious package addressed to him it holds Lawson's missing cell phone. It contains a cryptic message: if anyone asks him how Franklin Thatcher died he should tell them by the fangs of greed. The video leads them to unearth a time capsule containing pictures, a map of the school, and a viper pendant. Sutter is now convinced that Lawson is giving him a clue to the location of the treasure...
     ...it's a long held legend at Meddlehart. Many people believe it's just a story. But others search for it, a few of them paying the ultimate price. Sutter is convinced that when he finds the treasure he'll have located Sutter. 
     It turns out that there's a secret society at Meddlehart--the Order of the Vipers--dedicated to finding the treasure. When Sutter and his friends get the chance to try to join they go for it. Sutter is sure membership will bring him closer to his goal...
     ...if they can survive the incredibly dangerous tests. 
     If you're in the market for a narrative featuring a secret society, lies and deceit, constant darkness and peril, and a twisty roller coaster of a plot you can't do better than A House of Vipers. 
On a purrrsonal note, yesterday at 4:00 a.m., instead of quietly getting ready for work, Eugene was doing something noisy inside and outside. It turned out we'd lost water. He was going to cut work and fix it. He had no clue how long it would take. I was all OMG! NO TOILET!!! I spent the day in the library and the evening in the community garden. Realizing the strong possibility of a whole night without access I didn't eat or drink anything all the very hot and humid day. When I got home about 8:00 I was so happy to learn that Eugene had fixed the problem and I could have a nice late supper. Today I ran a bunch of errands. I registered Eugene's motorcycle. And I did a Goodwill/Hannaford run. At Goodwill I found 2 Squishmallows, a Squishmallow journal, and 2 cat shirts. At Hannaford I got ingredients for Katie's favorite cookies, strawberries and raspberries for me, and a brownie mix to make Eugene a yummy dessert 🍨 🥧 🍦 tonight to go with his yummy supper of BBQ chicken, beans from the community garden, and tater tots. 
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene, a man of many talents. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Barbecue

One of Greystone's youngest residents and her very proud granny. 



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Barbecue

This fine friendly feline came to check out the festivities. 



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Barbecue

Kids play under the watchful eyes of one of the grannys. 



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Monday, August 17, 2026

Turtle in Paradise (juvenile historical fiction)

     If you're like me when you're trying to wrap your mind around issues like let's say drug addiction in Appalachia statistics and generalizations sorta numb your brain after awhile. But the individual stories of lives destroyed by big pharmaceutical companies stick with you. Likewise the content of most children's history books is, for purposes other than test passing, so much blah blah blah. Stories vivid enough to convey a sense of what it was like to be a kid back then are more engaging. Jennifer L. Holmes' Turtle in Paradise is a prime example. The year is 1935. The setting is Florida. 
     When we meet Turtle she's en route to Key West to live with an aunt she's never met, riding with a friend of her mother's latest boyfriend. Her mom's new job is a live in. A kid is not part of the deal. Mom tells her she'll love her new home.
     "I blame Hollywood. Mama's watched so many pictures that she believes in happy endings. She's been waiting her whole life to find someone who'll sweep her off her feet and take care of her. 
     Me? I think life's more like that cartoon by Mr. Disney--The Three Little Pigs. Some big bad wolf's always trying to blow down your house."
     It turns out Turtle's Aunt Minnie has no idea she and her cat, Smokey, are coming to live indefinitely. But she reshuffles the sleeping arrangements to give her a place to stay.
     It's summer. The neighborhood kids are left to their own devices. In fact the children are paid (in candy) to take care of the babies. Sadie learns the secrets of a very close knit community and some of her own family history. 
     At the home of a newly discovered grandmother Turtle finds an antique gold coin and a treasure map. She and her friends borrow a rum runner's boat and head out for the island the map shows. They make one big mistake--forgetting to secure the boat. So they're stranded with no way to call for help and a major hurricane on the way.
     Holmes was inspired by the life of her great-grandmother. She takes readers back to a time when people often had to travel to find work, sometimes leaving their children with relatives for extended periods of time; movies, radio, and the funny pages were state of the art entertainment; and Shirley Temple sang and danced her way to stardom. 
     And, yes, in 1935 there was a major hurricane. 
On a purrrsonal note, yesterday the barbeque was a great success and so much fun!!! You would not believe how fast the kids snapped up the backpacks! Twenty-four! The kids and their parents and grandparents were so happy and appreciative! The weather was purrrfect. Not too hot or cold; not one drop of rain. The food was delicious. It was fun getting together socially with so many of my neighbors. Toward the end Steffi from my church delivered a box to my trailer. I invited her to drop in on the BBQ. She was really impressed. When I told everyone how she collects supplies at the church every year they were so grateful for her kindness. She was very happy. Afterwards it was time to inventory and store the leftover backpacks and supplies. The mystery box was really awesome. It contained 16 packages of supplies for individual backpacks. So I was able to fill 16 empty backpacks in a New York minute. I spent last night quite contentedly reading and eating blueberries near my lovely flowers. 
A great big shout out goes out to everyone who participated in the Backpack Project and the BBQ. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Sunday, August 16, 2026

These girls...

...were very happy with their new backpacks.



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People had a great time

As you can see there were quite a few kids. Two dozen backpacks went home with proud new owners.



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The barbeque

From burgers and dogs to sides and desserts 🍨 🥧 🍦 🍡 there was something for everyone!



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This boy has chosen his.





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The backpacks waiting...

...to be chosen by the Greystone kids. Each is filled with school supplies. 


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Saturday, August 15, 2026

Backpack project

Well, fam, it's showtime. The day for the neighborhood barbecue at which the kids pick out their school supplies filled backpacks. I have nearly three dozen. There's also a bin of toys the kids can take home. I'm taking a short rest before it's time to lug everything to the barbeque site. 



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When You Can Swim and Bubbles...Up!

     I was glancing over summer picture books at the Orono Public Library when I found two that sent shivers down my spine. They were both about swimming. 
"PLUNGE! 
     under
       under
         under
Bubbles...UP
mouth bubbles 
nose bubbles 
ear bubbles 
rear bubbles."
     Jacqueline Davis's Bubbles...up! portrays the joy of a child at a communitypool narrated through playful, poetic bursts of words. Everychild surfs like a porpoise, zooms like a car, engages in games with friends, is frustrated when a passing thunderstorm means everyone out of the pool, and is elated when the all clear sounds and she can return to the watery world. 
     Eloquent readers will find Bubbles...up! to be a much requested read aloud. 
     Jack Wong's When You Can Swim is a little more sophisticated. Instead of a pool its action takes place in natural bodies of water. Each spread features a child and adult and expounds on something you can enjoy when you can swim: floating and gazing up at the sky, exploring underwater landscapes, getting to the island where the blueberries are the sweetest...
     There's also an added dimension to the book. Many adults have fears about swimming. Wong did not swim as a child. His mother, growing up in China, was kept away from waters by parents fearing she would drown and passed her fear on to her son who took the plunge and learned to love swimming as an adult. 
     "I decided to make a book representing the freedom to discover swimming because representation is power: We can use it to depict the world we are striving for, before that world is a reality for everyone. By using differently colored characters--as well as those representing different genders, ages, sizes, and abilities--all enjoying the pleasures of swimming in nature, I wished to say to anyone who has ever been made to feel that swimming is not for them: Yes, this belongs to you, too."
On a purrrsonal note, I can't remember a time before I could swim. Growing up within walking distance of the Atlantic Ocean it was a survival skill. Beaches, pools, rivers, streams--wherever I could I'd swim. During my undergraduate college's wilderness orientation I spent three idyllic days skinny dipping in a stream in the White Mountains. After the stroke it took me nearly two years to find an accessible body of water--a neighbor's pool. At first I kept sinking like a rock. It felt like a disconnect between my brain and my muscles. But gradually the disconnect lessened and my muscles came to life. By the time I left the pool I was capable of an effective, if unelegant, dog paddle and back stroke. The feel of my body cutting through the water, the sun on my back, and my muscles regaining their ability was absolutely intoxicating. 
A great big shout out to the neighbor who gave me the chance to regain the joy of swimming.
Jules Hathaway 



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Friday, August 14, 2026

Precious Tobago aka Lady T

Much happier with lower heat and humidity. She's so not a fan of the dog days of summer 



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...and my precious garden





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Recipe for a purrrfect summer evening

A good book, blackberries, my favorite outside chair, and...



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Queen Anne's lace

Sometimes the flowers we call weeds are every bit as lovely as anything we cultivate in gardens. 



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Inspiration

This picture is from a library book. I think if I make a larger version on recycled cardboard it will make a great vigil sign. 



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Thursday, August 13, 2026

The Henna Wars (YA fiction)

     "I decide to come out because of the way Ammu and Abba look at Sunny Apu, with a mixture of pride and love and longing. It isn't directed at Sunny Apu at all, really; it's directed at the future. At our futures, mine and Priti's."
     Nishat, narrator of Adiba Jaigirdar's The Henna Wars, knows that her parents are not a traditional Bengali couple. They had a love, rather than an arranged, marriage. They moved from their native Bangladesh to Ireland to give their daughters a better life. They've moved beyond many of the beliefs they were brought up with, but cling to one: marriage requires a bride and a groom. In her case that is so not going to happen. So when she sees her parents going all misty eyed at a distant relative's wedding she decides to come out to them. 
     When she tells them they don't seem bothered. But a middle of the night conversation she eavesdrops on tells quite a different story. They think she's confused and will outgrow it. When she comes to her senses she'll marry a proper Desi male.
     At the wedding Nishat runs into a former classmate, Flavia, who she hasn't seen in years--a classmate who has become quite attractive. The crush she develops will prove problematic. Flavia is in her business class. The teacher announces a competition. Students singly or in a group will be creating their own businesses. The winner will get a thousand euros. Nishat decides to do henna tattoos. Flavia makes the same choice, even though in her case it's cultural appropriation. Nishat is determined to win.
     Except Flavia is getting a lot more customers. But even as the competition gets intense Nishat can't get over her feelings for her business rival.
     Meanwhile Nishat's mother has laid down an ultimatum: to avoid bringing shame on her family she must be responsible. In other words, heterosexual. She can be true to herself or loved by her parents. She can't have both. 
     Nishat has some difficult decisions to make and a lot at stake. Her coming of age narrative is authentic and engaging. 
On a purrrsonal note, Tuesday the temps were a little bit lower. After I took the pictures for the children's garden I had enough energy to work in the community garden. We've entered the really bountiful season despite raids by hungry deers and woodchucks. I was able to take home beets, beans, summer squash, cabbage, and lettuce. The first tomatoes have ripened. I had a few sungolds. Delish!!! Last night I had so much fun!!! I had an almost hour long phone talk with my good friend, Catherine, who graduated and moved back to New York in May. We had so much to talk about and the connection felt authentic. We also text. I believe we can stay friends. I've tried to keep up with other graduated friends by email and that so hasn't worked. I was outside near my lovely garden in a chair Catherine and I had found last summer ☀️ at Goodwill. There was a delightful breeze to dissipate the day's heat. Purrrfect. 
A great big shout out goes out to the children's garden and community garden crews and Catherine. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Despite the heat...

...gardeners were quite enthusiastically engaged. 



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Reading

A garden is an enchanting setting for a read aloud. 



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Tomatoes

The tomatoes are ripening in the Orono gardens. We've been able to harvest a few sun golds. YUM!!!
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Tuesday, August 11, 2026

The new porch Eugene made

Isn't it great? A lot of people couldn't build such an excellent porch. The towels are hung so he can keep his motorcycle looking good. He loves to ride it when weather allows. I don't blame him. If my eyesight was good enough for me to legally drive I would too.



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All The Fighting Parts

     Well, just as I promised, this is the second in our pair of reviews exploring books that deal with trusted authority figures behaving very inexcusably badly. Only this time we cross over from state (public schools) to church and our perp is a very charismatic preacher. 
"When I first pressed charges,
nobody prepared me for the pressure.
About the lens I would be under.

The weight that comes with having something to prove to people who are determined to make you small."
     Sixteen-year-old Amina, narrator of Hannah V. Sawyerr's All the Fighting Parts, lets readers know right off she's no angel. She's in the principal's office--for stuff like going off campus for lunch, being paid to write other people's essays, and giving a teacher a piece of her mind--as often as an honors student is in the library. One day her history teacher makes a call home to her father...
     ...who consults Pastor Johnson about what to do to get Amina to listen. They decide that she'll help out around the church. Then when a friend suggests that she work for Johnson for money she likes the idea.
"I could finally dress and look the way I want to, 
instead of looking and dressing only in ways I can afford."
     I think most of us as teens had things we could use a little extra money for. Well the work is easy and the pay generous. All seems to be fine until he brings her into the empty church supposedly to do some paperwork...
     ...and a girl who gets in trouble for her outspokennes is silenced, unable to defend herself. 
"I watch my abuser preach on pulpits 
& still have to maintain a decent GPA. 

Every day I shrink 
smaller than my silence."
     Then one night as Bible study is about to begin the attendees see their pastor arrested and taken away in a police car. Another victim has come forward. The congregants (including Amina's father) are sure it's a terrible mistake. Their man of God could never do something so heinous. 
     When Amina comes out about her experience and prepares to testify let's say the shit hits the fan.  
       All the Fighting Parts, narrated dynamically in free verse, is captivating and engaging. Sawyerr creates a highly credible protagonist that it's probably impossible not to care about in a narrative that exposes the evil that beloved and charismatic pastors can get away with. It can help teen victims see red flags and have the courage to come forward with the truth and adults go from skeptics to advocates and allies. 
On a purrrsonal note, Saturday after our Governers breakfast Eugene and I went to camp. It was drizzling and chilly. When we stopped at home to pick up our stuff I added a sweatshirt. Eugene said I wouldn't need it. I wisely ignored him. By the time we got to Machias to get subs for lunch and when we arrived at camp it was flat out pouring. Then when we'd finished lunch it cleared up. I was grateful I didn't have to walk in the rain. With less than 2 months to make it a year without missing a day of exercise I would have walked in a damn hurricane. I spent a lovely afternoon reading on the porch. After dinner we watched a movie. The next day we drove home and Eugene was working on building a new porch. In all the heat. It came out really nice. Seeing him doing carpentry brought back precious memories of my Uncle Ken who also was gifted with tools. Yesterday I spent a blissful day in the air conditioned Orono Public Library reading and writing. Pastor Malcolm came over all HOW DID YOU DO IT??? He was alluding to the $1,000 in sponsorship. I told him the truth. I talked to people and they talked to people and people kept giving me money.
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene the sweet little boy who caught my eye nearly four decades ago.
Jules Hathaway 


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Monday, August 10, 2026

Mini garden mum

Her buds are opening up so beautifully! I love the delicate blossoms 🌸. Note the sawdust from Eugene's carpentry project. 



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My garden after

Actually I like it even though I'll need to get some more flowers. 



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My garden before Eugene's project





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Eugene cosplaying Bob the Builder

Sunday afternoon in dangerous heat Eugene was building our new porch. He can make or fix so much with tools. When I see him at work it brings up precious memories of my Uncle Ken who was also quite gifted at building and mending. He was a contractor who was appointed inspector because of his integrity and refusal to take bribes. My father prided himself on total ineptitude with tools. He looked down on his brother for not going to college. But Uncle Ken was the one I looked up to.



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Yard sale finds

Eugene got me this cute nightlight and three books for my emergency stash at a garage sale on our way to camp last Saturday. 



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Sunday, August 9, 2026

Listen to the Girls (juvenile fiction)

     Way long ago before I even met Eugene a professor told me that he was sleeping with one of his graduate students. There were credible rumors that one of his colleagues had a way for females he considered attractive to earn As. Unfortunately it's still going on. Professors abuse the power differential. Graduate and undergraduate women very often don't report them. A lot of factors stand in the way: realistic fears of not being believed, possible retribution, and the are-you-sures people often present girls and women with when they claim harassment by people in power.
     It's bad enough when it happens in higher education. Unfortunately the predators are also in high school and even middle school. That's why Chrystal D. Giles' very aptly titled Listen to the Girls is so important. 
"The last day of seventh grade started with Jacob Parks' nose squirting blood all over Bus 1709 and ended with rumors swirling about Mr. Chavis harassing students."
     Toward the end of the day rumors start flying. A news story has claimed that Mr Chavis, a popular new teacher had been accused of inappropriate behavior by students at his former school. Calla, Giles' protagonist, is initially upset.
     "This has to be some kind of mean joke. Or some student who's mad about a bad grade. Right? He's literally the nicest teacher in the whole school."
     The accusations and comments spread quickly. Many people are defending the teacher--claiming that a good man's reputation is being attacked and accusing the girls of lying. Then the story and comments are taken off the internet. 
     Calla and her best friends, Charlee and Jacoby, create an online place where the girls can post their stories. They name it Listen to the Girls. Some of the stories bear an uncanny resemblance to her experiences with Mr. Chavis: assurances of her specialness, preferential treatment, requests to keep secrets. Could the teacher she respected and trusted be actually grooming her? Could his intentions be anything but good?
     Always do what you know is right to do. That's one of Calla's mother's favorite aphorisms...
     ...but what do you do if you don't know what the right thing is?
If my daughters were in middle school I'd gift them each with a copy of Listen to the Girls. It's an enlightening and empowering narrative that can give girls the knowledge and confidence to notice red flags in adult behavior and say something. It can help adults believe them and become allies. 
     Unfortunately it could become a target of banners and censors who don't want girls to be listened to and believed. 
On a purrrsonal note, when I was in high school back in the '60s I was molested by a married gym teacher who told me it was our little secret. Sure that secrecy would allow him to hurt other girls, I went right to the principal who called me a vicious little liar who was trying to destroy a good man. If I didn't stop I'd be in big trouble. So I was silenced. But I somehow knew that I was not to blame--that he had committed a sin and a crime. Just the knowing protected me from feeling guilt and shame. As a mother of daughters I feel that this knowing is essential in today's world. My next review on Tuesday will deal with predation by another trusted authority--a charismatic preacher. 
A great big shout out goes out to Giles for this very important and truth telling narrative. 
Jules Hathaway 


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Saturday, August 8, 2026

My latest Squishmallow obsession

This is the micromallow I found at Goodwill in a bag of little critters. I looked on line and found that there are lots of these precious Squishmallows. They're only 2 1/2 inches tall and so adorable. Fortunately they sell them on Ebay. Well, I'm off to camp. I hope you have a good weekend.



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My garden yesterday

I'm having breakfast at Governors before heading off to camp. So I'm posting a couple of pictures while I can. This is my garden yesterday evening. I was reading a really good book and eating fresh raspberries. Total bliss. 



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Friday, August 7, 2026

Blue Beach (YA historical fiction)

     During my childhood (50s and early 60s) I lived close enough to the ocean to hear waves crashing in the quiet my house settled into at night. Needless to say, I spent a lot of summer time at the beach: swimming, floating on blow up rafts, shell hunting, sand castle building, tide pool exploring, and, of course, heeding the call of the ice cream man. I did not know then that in so much of the country this experience and others involving swimming were denied Black children. So when I got my hands on Karyn Parsons' Blue Beach before autumn arrived I was over the moon. It's got a truly engaging plot to hold the interest of the YA set and is seasonally spot on.
"It would be hours before they found her...She lay perfectly still on the shore of Blue Beach, her body moving only as the tide rushed up and nudged her gently before rushing away again. A sand crab traveled across her hand, then burrowed itself into the wet shoreline."
     Just that morning Dottie had been one of the stars of her town's annual Poseidon's Trident parade--riding a float dressed as a mermaid, smiling, waving, and throwing candy to children. Her outfit was a just for her creation. Now less than a day later she's caught in seaweed. 
     Blue, Parsons' protagonist, and her best friend, Ben, discover Dottie's body. There's a shock that comes from seeing someone who had been fully robustly alive just hours ago lying inert and vacant eyed. And there's also fear of what could happen if Dottie's body is found specifically on Blue Beach. They return her to the ocean closer to Breakers Beach.
     You see the year is 1929, only a decade after deadly racial conflict was triggered in Chicago when a Black teen strayed into the water of a white beach and was killed by a white man. Blue Beach is a a Black Beach bordered on two sides by white beaches. It's owned by Blue's family. Her mother runs a concessions stand, selling everything from sandwiches and sunscreen to bathing suits. Despite the segregation a lot of whites don't want to share the ocean with Blacks. They'd love to see Blue Beach shut down.
     When Ben becomes a suspect he has to go into hiding to stay out of the grasp of people who would make themselves judge, jury, and executioner. Blue resolves to save his life by finding the real killer. 
     One terrifying night Blue wakes up to see robed and hooded Klansmen on horses rally on the beach and burn the concessions stand. The adults insist that they were trouble makers from elsewhere. But Blue knows better. "I knew that the people who'd trespassed onto our beach in the night to terrorize and threaten us were people we knew. They were people we passed in the streets regularly. People we possibly traded polite smiles with at the market on Sundays." 
     Parsons as a child and teen spent lots of summer vacations at a nearby beach. It wasn't until much later that she learned about segregated beaches and the fight for recreational inclusion.
     "This book is for them--for the people who refused to be denied outdoor recreational spaces where their families and their communities could share joy and a sense of belonging. I thank them for helping to create a world where children don't have to wonder if the ocean is theirs, too."
On a purrrsonal note, yesterday was quite a day. I decided against my better judgment (being warned of extreme heat by the meteorologist the night before) to make a Goodwill/Hannaford run. I was able to make it there and back without collapsing. I did make some good finds at Goodwill and got a great deal on berries at Hannaford. At home I gave Tobago a Fancy Feast entree (tuna) to celebrate my $1,000 in sponsors. I went to the end of the readathon party in late afternoon. It was fun. Amber was there too and she won a really good prize. I was glad she was there. We found the grand total for the readathon. $1,300 which is pretty darn good. Today I am going to heed the extreme heat warning and stay home.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in the readathon by reading and sponsoring readers. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Wednesday, August 5, 2026

Night Objects (YA chiller)

     "I already gave my statement to the police, of course. Detective Thibeaut knows everything--or rather, she thinks she does. I just need to make one thing clear. It's true that I wished him dead dozens of times. Hundreds, even. But I, Lenny Winter, did not kill that boy."
     Lenny, narrator of Eli Raphael's Night Objects never in her wildest dreams imagined starting her junior year of high school at The Blanchard School, a very strange boarding school for the sons and daughters of the ultra wealthy and powerful. Just earlier she and her mother and stepfather had moved into a houseboat in a small town in Washington State. She assumed she'd attend the local public high school...
    ...But then tragedy struck. She and her mom, both astronomy enthusiasts, had kayaked to an island to do some serious star gazing. Only shortly after they arrive her mother begins exhibiting alarming symptoms and insisting they go home. Before they arrive at the marina she is unconscious. By the next morning she is dead.
     "Yes, it is shameful to say that I considered dying. But this is a story about the truth. So, I will tell you that, seven months after my mother died and I was sent to Blanchard, I found myself back in the ocean before dawn, next to another corpse, terrified, gagging on frigid saltwater, kicking against the bottomless darkness."
     With this gruesome little clue dropped as early as chapter four, you know Lenny's boarding school experience is not going to be the idyllic life pictured in promotional brochures. She's grieving the loss of her mother. She fears that Blanchard is only the first step in her increasingly distant stepfather transferring custody to her father. And she very much doesn't fit in with her classmates. Her previous schooling has in no way prepared her for the academic rigor and strangeness. She struggles to pass her classes. And it's obvious that she's not an offspring of the rich and famous...
     ...which makes it feel strange when she's tapped (chosen) for The Pascalianum Club, a secret organization that's been at the school for over 150 years. They're really into rituals and ceremonies passed down through the decades. A lot of rule breaking and viciousness. But becoming a member sets one up for lifelong success through connections with all the right people, many of them alumni. Lenny is, indeed, troubled by much of what she observes and experiences. But with her new family she does not feel so heartbreakingly alone and vulnerable. 
     So how does this lead to swimming with a corpse? Who exactly is the newly deceased? Why would Lenny be suspected? And what's going to happen moving forward? 
     There's only one way to find out. If you're a true chiller affecianado you're gonna love the quest.
On a purrrsonal note, I'm going to share a bit of personal news that still has me stunned. As regular readers know, I've been participating in a readathon put on by Friends of the Orono Public Library to raise funds for the library expansion. I started with very modest sponsorship goals and kept having to raise them when I met them. Yesterday I was $40 short of $700 with one uncollected sponsorship to go. Only the librarians told me I was over $900. A very large check had been deposited in my envelope without me knowing. And someone was going to round it up to $1000. Imagine that!!! People keep thanking me. But for me it's a dream come true. I'd felt bad when Friends had sent out an appeal for people to donate because I couldn't. So having the chance to raise money for such a wonderful project by doing something I love to do? Like I said, dream come true. It's like thanking Tobago for chowing down on Fancy Feast entrees. 
A great big shout out goes out to my fellow readers, our sponsors, and Friends of the Orono Public Library for providing this most wonderful opportunity.
Public libraries are amazing resources for communities providing access to books and so much more. In today's charged political climate book challenges and funding cuts are limiting what so many can do to serve their communities. It's probably going to get a lot worse. If you are fortunate enough to have access to a public library PLEASE do what you can to support and advocate for it. Don't let it be a case of not knowing what you have until it's gone. 
Jules Hathaway 

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Tuesday, August 4, 2026

Summer favorites

This summer my favorite flowers are begonias and Johnny jump ups. Begonias because of their redish leaves and pink flowers. Johnny jump ups because of their delicate purple and yellow flowers and their ability to self propagate. They've been jumping up all over my little garden. 



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Another hard working pollinator

Please do whatever you can to support our endangered friends. So much of our food supply depends on them.


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Kids and a dog

An irresistible photo op. 



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Maine wildflowers

Photographed at the children's garden. 



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Pollinator picture

I'm especially proud of this one. Bees and butterflies are really hard to photograph because they are usually in motion. 



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Monday, August 3, 2026

When We Almost Came Undone (YA fiction)

     It was March of 2020. We UMaine students were struggling to wrap our minds around the concept of a deadly pandemic and more specifically what it would mean for us. Would we be able to return after March break? We were devastated when we got the news and had so little time to adjust. Some people had no place to go. Some did not have the technology or know how to manage the transition. We were saying goodbye to friends we might never see again. 
     There were people, though, who had it a lot worse, having to fear not only a pathogen with no vaccine and its devastating impact on daily life, but those mandated to serve and protect. Georgia K. Boone brings this vividly to life in her highly engaging When We Almost Came Undone.
     "...It's [texting] distracting me from the fact that that I'm at home right now instead of at the hospital, where I should be. Where we  should all be, pacing and biting our nails, and waiting for my other sister, Mel, to wake up. We can't, though, because we're in the middle of an unpredictable hellscape with a mysterious sickness that no one's heard of before...The infection lurks like a bandit in the night, ready to take over our lungs and suffocate us as we sleep."
     Tia, Boone's narrator, on top of having to cope with the probability of her high school graduation and first year of college being virtual, may very well lose her sister. Mel is in a medically induced coma because of an attempted suicide by overdose. The doctors don't know if she'll ever wake up. Her parents, needless to say, are distraught at the prospect of losing their middle child. Tia notices her parents covertly watching her, maybe wondering...but depression isn't something her family talks about. 
     Tia also isn't getting along with her long time best friend, Drew. He accuses her of being apathetic because she won't accompany him to all the Black Lives Matter protests. 
     "Does it suck that an unarmed man was killed by police officers? One hundred percent. Does it suck that, like me, this dude was Black, which exactly no one should be shocked by? Also, one hundred percent. But he's not the first, and not the last, and I don't really have the energy."
     When her oldest sister, Alexis, the most centered of the three siblings, invites Tia for a visit it seems like a most welcome reprieve, even though Alexis is over the moon over her new pandemic puppy and Tia is no fan of canine companions--especially when, shortly after her arrival she falls in love with a beautiful girl who seems to reciprocate her feelings. 
     But Tia can't shake the questions lingering in her mind. Will Mel recover? Might she try again and succeed? Will she and Drew ever recover their friendship? Is Colby too good to be true?
On a purrrsonal note,  last Wednesday was a truly blessed day with purrrfect weather. It was my 37th wedding anniversary. Eugene left me a beautiful card and a Batman Squishmallow. The vigil went well with a good turnout and high energy and 182 honks. I get some good bargains at the thrift shop. Eugene took me out for dinner at Applebee's. At home we ate molasses cake that I'd baked in the morning. Later he gave me money for the Readathon. The next evening when Bailey came over to pay her sponsorship she gave me extra money from Cam. When my last sponsor pays up I'll be only $10 away from $700!!!
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene, my one and only soul mate with whom I hope to have many more years together. 
Jules Hathaway 

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Saturday, August 1, 2026

The 57 Bus (YA nonfiction)

     I'm sure you're familiar with this. A crime so out of the ordinary--so egregious--catches the public's attention. People are up in arms demanding the ultimate penalty for the perpetrator--or at least locking him up for a substantial period of time if not for life--even if he is a juvenile whose cognitive development is not complete. Spurred on by news and social media we make snap judgements based on incomplete knowledge and hold on to them tenaciously. 
     I can give you an example from Penobscot County where I live. A woman starved her five-year-old daughter to death. The public's verdict was unanimous: she's a monster deserving the death penalty or life in prison without possibility of parole. Never mind that something other than inate evil could have driven her to this act.
     In The 57 Bus: A True Story of Two Teenagers and the Crime that Changed Their Lives Dashka Slater shows young readers that behind what seems like a cut and dried hate crime there are layers upon layers of complexity. 
     Sasha lived in a middle class neighborhood and attended a very small private school. They had been diagnosed early on with Aspberger's. They were cognitively advanced with a special passion for languages but socially awkward. They did not identify with masculinity or femininity and used they/them pronouns. 
     Richard lived in a less privileged neighborhood and attended Oakland High, a public school with high truancy and mediocre graduation rates. He was in his third high school. He'd spent a year in a group home after an arrest for fighting. Although he's been in trouble, he's trying to clean up his act with the help of a mentor. His mother had been a very unprepared 14-year-old when she gave birth. She worked food service and wanted better for her son.
     The two teens' paths would never have crossed but for the 57 bus, a vehicle that many students took to get home from middle or high school. On a fateful day in 2013 Sasha falls asleep wearing a gauzy white skirt. Richard is clowning around with friends. He flicks a lighter and touches it to Sasha's skirt.
"This is a true story. All the people in this book are real, although in some cases pseudonyms or initials were used. Young people are identified by first name only. 
     The details of the story were pieced together from a variety of sources, including interviews, documents, letters, videos, diaries, social media posts, and public records...Information from firsthand accounts was corroborated with official records whenever possible, unless those records were sealed or are not available to the public."
     Slater has certainly done due diligence in crafting a book that is as relevant for adults as it is for the teens that form its target demographics. It challenges readers to develop and utilize critical thinking skills about horrific crimes rather than jump to conclusions. Although it is a slightly older book, it is well worth the effort it takes to locate and borrow or buy it.
On a purrrsonal note, I had a wonderful Tuesday. The predicted rain that would have canceled everything did not arrive. I had lunch with Amber in her back yard. Really good vegetarian Chinese food. The kids in the children's garden were so cute. I had fun taking pictures. The Darlings ice cream truck was right on time. The ice cream 🍦 was really special in a way it couldn't be if I could have it any old time. People at the concert were asking if I got my ice cream to which I'd reply that if the Darlings truck came and I didn't get ice cream they'd better call 911. The concert was super--a duo playing evocative music from my teens. Lots of good photo ops and conversations. And I got home in time for some blissful outside reading near my beautiful flowers. 
A great big shout out goes out to my older daughter, Amber, who is also my favorite horror story author. 
Jules Hathaway 



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