Wednesday, October 21, 2026

Suddenly A Murder (YA chiller)

     Fellow chiller affecianados, have I got a treat for you! Lauren Munoz's Suddenly A Murder serves the tea on the lives of obscenely wealthy private school students--or in this case, newly minted alumni. 
     They're having a graduation party. But it's not a backyard barbecue with proud dads presiding over the grill. 
     Kassidy, BFF of narrator Izzy, has rented an estate, the setting of a vintage movie, on an island (with an entourage of staff to wait on her and six friends) for a week long 1920s themed getaway. Every detail--the food, the alcohol, the activities--must be theme consistent. 
She's provided them all with real 1920s wardrobes. All electronics are sent back to the mainland. She wants their last high school event to be over the top perfect.
     Such luxury! Such downright decadence! Such detail oriented planning! What could possibly go wrong?
     How about Blaine, one of the guests, turning up dead, an obvious murder victim? Nothing like homicide to bring festivities to a screeching halt! Since the killer is highly unlikely to be someone from outside or a member of the staff, he is most likely to be the hostess or one of the guests. 
     Blaine is not exactly a Boy Scout. His girlfriend (who he's planning to ditch) is on the island along with the two girls he's been cheating on her with. There's someone whose secrets he might expose. TBH none of the teens lack motive and opportunity. 
     The two detectives assigned to the case spend their days interviewing the teens, each of whom is being less than truthful. Their families are clueless about the murder.
     From the interactions between the teens during the week, information elicited by the detectives, and frequent flashbacks perceptive readers can learn a lot about them and their relationships. 
     Think you can deduce who murdered Blaine before the grand reveal?
On a purrrsonal note, today Amber was in a wonderful event at the Old Town Public Library. They throw super literary events that are not only well planned and executed, but beautifully catered. They have delicious food that is actually safe for people with restricted diets. I had 2 chicken salad sandwiches and lots 😋 👌 of strawberries and grapes. (I go to so many events where there's nothing I can eat or drink.)
The panel was great. There were four authors. A moderator asked a series of really engaging questions. The authors were quite eloquent and personal. I loved hearing them talk about topics like their writing process. I was very proud of Amber. I also was lucky to get to chat with one of the other authors, Kristen Clanton, and her son. Her book sounds really good. You better believe I plan to read and review it.
A great big shout out goes out to the writers, the moderator, and the people who provided the food glorious food. I wonder if they have a recipe for that scrumptious chicken salad. 
Jules Hathaway 




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Monday, October 19, 2026

They Called Us Exceptional

     In white America's stereotyping of people of color, where most groups are written off as lazy and inferior, Asian Americans are lauded as the good minority--in fact the model minority--and praised for their industriousness, mathematical and scientific achievements, and material wealth. In her intimate memoir, They Called Us Exceptional--and Other Lies That Raised Us Prachi Gupta explains why this stereotsype is maybe more curse than blessing.
     This designation is relatively recent. In the not so distant past both America and Canada, striving to become white nations, enacted Asian immigration bans. When these bans were lifted there was a preference for Asians with high educational attainment and professional skills. Indian Americans became one the most educated, wealthiest immigrant groups in America, validating the model minority myth. "They called us exceptional. We fulfilled the prophecy."
     One of the pernicious effects of the model minority myth was to keep on subjugating Black people, on portraying them as inferior (the Asians became successful. Why couldn't you?) to justify treating them as such. 
     Another was the pressure on the children of the highly successful Asians. Being on a pedestal carries with it a fear of the humiliation of falling off it or having one's children do so. With Gupta the pressure began early and was intense. Science and math (her brother's strengths, but not hers) were the only legitimate pathways. The Ivies and the most prestigious careers were the only legitimate destinations. And there was also the pressure to make the family look perfect, even if under the surface it was highly dysfunctional. 
     In They Called Us Exceptional Gupta shares with readers how the pressures harmed her, not only in her childhood and teens, but well into her adult life. 
On a purrrsonal note, I'm having a fabulous weekend. Saturday was No Kings Day. Bailey and I observed it by going door to door for Troy Jackson in Bangor. It was cold but sunny. We had some really good conversations with voters. We had a really excellent lunch at Paddy Murphy's--a really cozy restaurant in downtown Bangor. Bailey treated me to fried clams and onion rings. (Thanks, Bailey!) We looked around some of the cute downtown shops. I finally found a watch that fits. I've been without one since last winter. Then we picked flowers 💐 in Orono. Saturay after our Governers breakfast Eugene and I went leaf peeping. The foliage was gorgeous! We stopped at a thrift shop. Eugene bought me a lion Squishmallow and an incredible brand new backpack with matching soft lunch box and pencil case. Cat decorated of course. He got us subs for lunch. Three restaurant meals in two days! I'm for sure living la dolce vida!!! Finally the day warmed up and I got to read outside near my beautiful 💐. 
A great big shout out goes out to Bailey and Eugene and the people who took the time to converse with Bailey and me. 
Jules Hathaway 
     



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