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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