Thursday, August 27, 2026

How High the Moon (juvenile historical fiction)

     Once again I'd run out of library books. So I had to dip into my emergency stash of random yard sale and thrift sale books. A few pages into Karyn Parsons' How High the Moon I realized I'd acquired a real gem. It's one of the most beautifully crafted juvenile historical fiction narratives I've ever had the pleasure of reading.  
     Parsons' mother grew up Black in the 1940s and 1950s in the Jim Crow South. Yet she claimed to have had a happy childhood. 
     "How could that be? I wondered. Rather than just reading about a dangerous world, she had actually lived in it, been surrounded by it at a particularly dangerous time for black folks. Black people were routinely discriminated against and systemically excluded from white society. They had few rights and could even be murdered since there was little recourse for crimes and injustices against black people."
      How High the Moon and its characters were born out of Parsons' desire to reconcile these seemingly irreconcilable truths--that kids could experience happy childhoods in such traumatic times. To this end she incorporated both real and fictional characters. 
     George Stinney Jr. and his family were real. In 1944 George, then only fourteen years old, was falsely accused of murdering two white girls, tried, and executed. 
     Ella, Myrna, and Henry, Parsons' alternating narrators, are fictional characters living with their grandparents. Ella longs to be with her mother, who is trying to establish herself as a jazz singer in Boston, rather than in rural South Carolina. She also wants to know who her father is. He most definitely is not in the picture. Perhaps if she goes to live with her mother she can finally know who he is.
     And she finally gets the longed for invitation. But life with her mother is nothing like she'd expected. Just four months later she's sent back to South Carolina...
    ...Arriving as George is arrested and imprisoned. The children are frantic with worry about their friend and in danger from whites angered by the death of the girls and literally out for blood. 
     What I really love about the book is its ability through the plot and characters to embody the reality that Parsons was striving to conceptualize. 
     "But to have a "happy" childhood? I needed to see how you could live through those times. How communities and family could make you feel loved and important and like you had a place in the world."
     Although How High the Moon is historical fiction, unfortunately there are so many kids today who must find their childhood happiness in very perilous times. One group that especially comes to mind is the children of undocumented immigrants in America today. Can you imagine what it's like to live with the knowing that any day your beloved parents can be separated from you and deported or killed by ICE agents?
On a purrrsonal note, Monday was a very special day in Black Bear Nation. Maine Hello is a beloved tradition. First year students and their parents arrive to find well organized volunteers eager to lug their belongings to their rooms. I have a special role--the parent whisperer. Having three children of my own start college I can empathize with the moms and dads. I talk to them and reassure any who are anxious. They really appreciate it. I also have fun chatting with the other volunteers and our wonderful new Black Bears. Classes start next Monday.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in Maine Hello with best wishes for an amazing fall semester.
Jules Hathaway 
     

     



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Wednesday, August 26, 2026

My emergency book stash

For times I can't get to the library. 



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Yard sale finds

This is the bracelets all made up. Gorgeous 😍!



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Yard sale finds

Each bracelet and bag of beads was only $1. Can you believe it?



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Tuesday, August 25, 2026

The Wilde Trials (YA chiller)

     In the real world no school with even the most basic grasp of ethics and/or legal liability would sanction the competition so convincingly portrayed in Mckenzie Reed's The Wilde Trials. In the world of YA chillers anything goes. So if well crafted terror is not your thing don't bother reading it. But if you're a real chiller affecianado it's the literary equivalent of sea salt caramel ice cream. 
     Although Wilde Academy is housed in relatively modern buildings, the decrepit, dangerously falling to pieces mansion of the founder of the property is close by and is the setting of a bizarre yearly competition, the Wilde Trials. Twelve seniors are chosen to spend the last two weeks of the school year there undergoing a number of dangerous mystery challenges. Sort of Lord of the Flies meets Survivor.
     Why would any student sign up for this? Well all contestants totally get out of finals and still graduate. And the winner gets an obscene amount of money and legendary status. 
     A few years ago a student fell to his death in a tragic accident. So the location of the trials was temporarily shifted for awhile. But this year it's back where it all started.
     Chloe, Reed's narrator, is in it for the money. Her beloved sister, Cece, has cancer. The treatments that are keeping her alive and hopefully curing her are prohibitively expensive. It doesn't help that her ex boyfriend turned nemesis is one of the other competitors. Hayes is the brother of the boy who fell to his death. Only he is convinced that Hunter was a victim of homicide, not being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He's in it to find evidence to prove his theory and catch Hunter's killer.
     When one of the other contestants starts blackmailing Chloe with evidence that she'd done something that could get her kicked out of not only the competition, but the school, she reluctantly teams up Hayes. She'll help him find the evidence he needs if he helps her win...
    ...Providing they both survive. 
    If you like The Wilde Trials be sure to read Reed's debut chiller, The Rosewood Hunt. 
On a purrrsonal note, it was a weird weekend. Saturday, after our traditional scrumptious breakfast at Governors, Eugene and I headed to camp. Of course we had fun checking out yard sales and flea markets on the way. When we got to Machias the Subway was closed. That's where we usually get lunch and supper. Eugene got us each a frozen pizza 🍕 which he cooked on the gas stove at camp. After lunch I went to read on the porch. Later we went to the boat launch and I went swimming. It was just about dinner time when Eugene announced we had to go home. Downpours were expected and we hadn't shut the windows. We made it back before the storm. 
A great big shout out goes out to my wonderful life partner, Eugene. 
Jules Hathaway 
     


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Monday, August 24, 2026

Yard sale finds

Of course I found some books for my emergency stash. Being without books, more specifically lacking library access, is for me most definitely an emergency. A contingency I never imagined before the pandemic. But the early months of the pandemic, a summer without inter library loans a few years later and unexpected hospitalizations for a kidney stone and a stroke made and reinforced the need for an emergency stash. I'm trying for enough for three months.
Wednesday I'll share a really amazing yard sale find. But for now GTG. Still in pajamas and I have a bus to catch.



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The sneakers are gorgeous. The jeans are most definitely fashion backward. But on frigid Maine winter days when I go places by bus I'm willing to sacrifice style for warmth. As you can see they're flannel lined.



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