Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Ghost In The Night (juvenile fiction)

     I don't know how Tiffany D. Jackson does it.This fortunately prolific writer scores in three reader age groups--picture, juvenile, and YA. Her characters are distinctive individuals, her settings and plots deeply engaging. When one of her works arrives for me by the miracle of inter library loans you better believe I'm doing my library happy dance. Reading her Ghost In The Night in the cool evening air by my lovely garden with blackberries to munch on--now that was total bliss.  
     Jackson takes readers into one of the most legendary haunted cities in America: Savannah, Georgia. Harmony, Jackson's narrator, has been accompanying her musician father on a tour. Her grandmother with whom she'd stayed when he was out of town has died. She'd lost her mother quite early in life. Savannah is the last stop before their return to Harlem where she'll reunite with her besties and hopefully start a prestigious photography program. 
     Harmony isn't sure whether she believes in ghosts. But she isn't one to pass on a ghost tour. 
     "On ghost tours, you find out about the real nitty-gritty stuff that happened. Stuff they'd never say on the Disneyland-type tours."
     On a Savannah ghost tour Harmony takes a picture that seems to be of a spectral entity with a possible link to a horrific crime. A recent unsolved murder to be exact. When the body of Tim Truman was discovered his young nephew was nowhere to be found. People assume he's been kidnapped.
     If the ghost is that of Tim Truman perhaps he has some information that might help people locate his very young nephew and reunite the child with his anxious family. Harmony and two new friends are determined to search the building where the entity was seen before it gets demolished...
     ...secretly of course because their parents would collectively veto that plan for good reason. Plenty could go terribly wrong. 
     Young mystery lovers will relish the chance to join the ghost hunters on their perilous journey, while also getting insights into the fight to shine a light on long covered up Black history, the kind the current administration is working overtime to bury.
On a purrrsonal note, when I called to make precious Tobago's yearly check up appointment I learned some really sad news. Her primary care vet, Dr. Julie Keene, has died. She was one of those truly incredible animal docs who dealt beautifully with not only creatures great and small, but with those pesky two legged beings who brought them in. I got to know her really well because she was my beloved Joey cat's vet for most of his medically frail but exuberant sixteen  years of life. We visited her quite often so I got to know her really well. She was so patient with him, getting down on the floor and talking softly. I could tell he was special to her. She encouraged and empowered me in caring for my sweet Tuxedo boy. She made me feel like we were partners in his care. In his final months she helped me give him a quality life and cope with the bittersweetness of kitty hospice. She was also really good with Tobago who came with decided vet anxiety. She was also concerned about my potential. When I decided to go to graduate school in my sixties she was definitely on Team Jules when a lot of people were doubting my sanity. She was one of those people who touches your life deeply and leaves you a better person. Do I ever miss her!!!
A great big shout out goes out to Dr. Julie Keene. May her memory be cherished and inspire those who miss her to be better humans.
Jules Hathaway 
     
     



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Monday, August 31, 2026

The Outsiders (YA fiction)

     On my first day of first grade the principal gave me a personal tour of the school, introducing me to all the teachers and letting them know who my parents were. I wondered why only me. Back in the classroom another girl was greeted with "I know you Nelson's and your tricks. I'll be watching you. Don't try anything." My mother explained this disparity. I had educated, professional parents; she came from the wrong side of the tracks. Decades later I ran into a former classmate who told me that everyone knew that I was the only one who would make it to college. Classism was alive in Beverly, Massachusetts in the 50s...
    ...And in Veazie, Maine in the 90s. This time my family was on the wrong side of the tracks or, in more popular parlance, trailer park trash. Kids from "better" neighborhoods were rarely allowed to visit Greystone peers for events as harmless as a first grade birthday party. I will never forget the school event at which a mom publicly called my beautiful, intelligent eight-year-old daughter a little trailer park trash and the other parents AND TEACHERS said nothing. 
     So in retrospect I'm amazed that I never read S. E. Hinton's The Outsiders when it first dropped or when Amber read it in middle school. This year, scouring yard sales for books to add to my emergency stash, I found a 1995 edition with bonus material by the author. Then serendipitously I ran out of library books. I was hooked by the end of the first chapter. 
     Ponyboy, Hinton's narrator, is an orphan. Because their parents died in a car accident, he lives with his older brothers. Darry, the eldest, works two jobs and does his best to parent his siblings. He's always on Ponyboy's case for one thing or another.  Sodapop, the middle brother, is much more easy for Ponyboy to get along with. 
     The brothers are part of a larger informal family, the Greasers. They do their best to meet each other's needs and protect one another. This often involves rumbling with the Socs (short for Socials), the ultra privileged teens who view Greasers with contempt and animosity. 
     When Ponyboy and his close friend, Johnny, talk to Cherry and Marcia, girlfriends of Socs members, they are later jumped by the girls' boyfriends. The fight gets out of hand. 
     "'Johnny!' I nearly screamed. 'What are we gonna do? They put you in the electric chair for killing people.'"
     The plot is intense as are the characters and their relationships. The unfairness of the Socs having more material resources, connections, and social capital than the struggling to survive Greasers is very infuriating. The Outsiders is an excellent thought and feeling provoking coming of age story for the more mature YA reader, as relevant today as when it was hot off the press. 
On a purrrsonal note, I had an incredible Saturday. Eugene and I had an excellent breakfast at Governors. At noon we went to Amber and Brian's place for a family get together. Katie, Jacob, Adam, Brian's mom, and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law were also there. Brian had a great variety of pizzas 🍕--everybody's favorites. I contributed home baked cookies. We all had a great time together chatting and eating. Time spent with my children 💕 💓 💖 ❤️ 💗 is so precious!!! Then I went to a Black Bear Mutual Aid Fund event at my church. People had contributed items they no longer needed. People could browse and take what they wanted, extending the useful life of the items. The atmosphere was festive. People were so happy. There was such a variety of items: a racing bike, a weed whacker, a sewing machine (which I took home) , clothes, shoes, jewelry, kitchen stuff, games, books, home grown veggies, dozens of boxes of Girl Scout cookies, and so much more. People are asking when the next one will be. Hopefully soon.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in both events. 
Jules Hathaway 
     



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Sunday, August 30, 2026

Maine Hello

More sorority sisters pitching in to help welcome the newest members of Black Bear Nation. 



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Maine Hello

The people who guided traffic wore safety vests.



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Kathleen Gillon, one of my grad school professors, and me. She was wearing the official tee shirt. I wasn't going to wear anything that would cover my signature cat tattoos. 



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Volunteers take a break to enjoy the sunshine. Even the weather cooperated to make the day a shining success.



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Saturday, August 29, 2026

Thank You, Teachers (adult nonfiction)

     I'm sure you've heard the saying: if you can read, thank a teacher. Literacy is not the only reason to appreciate educators. Every day they go beyond the call of duty (or job description) to hook students up with resources their families can't afford. They are intuitive. They can realize strengths and challenges and the special interests that can make learning feasible and exciting. I've talked to so many people who credit a teacher with turning their life around. I wouldn't be surprised if you have a story. 
     My sheroes are my grad school professors: ElizabethAllan, Leah Hakkola,  and Kathleen Gillon. When I went back to school after a forty year gap in which technology evolved seemingly at the speed of light they and their TAs help me adjust to the new world of electronics. After the stroke their confidence in and valuing of me helped me believe in myself and persevere and triumph and get my masters in higher education in the face of residual brain damage. They knew that I could do it even when I didn't. A lot of the credit for who I am today goes to my personal trinity. 
     Sadly it's getting ever more stressful to become a teacher. Due to factors such as salaries so low that many must moonlight to make rent and eat, additional time consuming tasks during and beyond the work day, and intrusion of government micromanagement a growing number of gifted and talented teachers are burning out and many college students with real potential aren't even considering the field. 
     All of us can and should thank James Patterson and Matt Eversman for writing Thank You, Teachers. This hard hitting, straightforward narrative consists of stories by teachers. Readers get the inside scoop on the difficult challenges they face--challenges resulting from the children themselves, often in poor physical and mental health, traumatized, behind on the most basic skills necessary for academic success, and endangered in the place they deserve to feel safe; the homes the come from where they may encounter extreme poverty or neglect at the hands of drug using and/or dealing or mentally ill parents or other family members; salaries that are hard to get by on especially when they have to buy many absolutely necessary school supplies fortheirstudents; dangerously underfunded workplaces; and too many mandates from a government seemingly intent on shutting down public education. Some of these stories will anger and/or sadden you...
     ...Fortunately there are others that will elate and inspire you showing the joys and rewards of the profession--the moments that affirm career choices and commitment. 
     In his author's note Patterson reminds us of our responsibility to those to whom we, individually and as a society, owe so much. 
     "I've said it before, and it bears repeating: Teachers are heroes. Let's join them on the front lines as they show us just what it takes to teach kids day in and day out, what it takes to foster future generations of lifelong readers and lifelong leaders. 
     Teachers will show us the way."
     Amen to that!!!
On a purrrsonal note, after this weekend the pace of my life will really pick up. I'll be back to job hunting and volunteering at UMaine while still engaged with children's and community gardens, this blog, house stuff, my 2nd manuscript, finding a publisher for my 1st manuscript, an at least 2 hour commute any time I go somewhere... I feel tired even thinking about it. Today is my end of summer festivity--a family party at Amber and Brian's place which I'm really looking forward to. The weather is purrrfect for outdoor events. 
A great big shout out goes out to all the teachers who make such differences in the lives of their students. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Friday, August 28, 2026

Maine Hello

The crew from the College of Education and Human Development. 



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Cumberland Hall decorated for the occasion.



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Can you believe this is a student's grandmother?



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Sorority sisters ready to welcome the newest Black Bears 🐻. 



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I love this wall painting. It's a gift from the Class of '26. I think it says it all.

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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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Yard sale finds

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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Eugene found these darling Squishmallows and pointed them out to me. Of course I let him buy them for me. The little lion with the cotton candy mane is only 2" tall. 



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Sunday, August 23, 2026

Something to Be Proud Of (YA romance)

     Imogen and Ollie, co narrators of Anna Zoe Quirke's Something to Be Proud Of, are about the oddest odd couple you can imagine. Imogen is queer and autistic. She's also quite outspoken and can't stay silent in the face of injustice. She has two friends who actually are more like frenemies. He's the openly gay football captain. Needless to say he's a super popular big man on campus. 
     What they do have in common is family problems. Both have fathers who won't accept them as they are. Additionally Ollie's father has just moved out and filed for divorce, leaving his mother heartbroken. Ollie suspects daddy dearest of keeping a guilty secret--perhaps even having a side piece while married. 
"I have long been aware that I inhabit a world that was built neither by nor for people like me. What I was not aware of, however, was that sometimes highly necessary wake up calls come in the form of drag queens in lilac wigs brandishing silk handkerchiefs at you." (If that isn't an irresistible first paragraph I don't know what is.)
     Imogen leaves her first Pride festival, an event she'd really been looking forward to, feeling heartbroken and angry. The level of the noise and jostling took her out of her comfort zone. Her father's "You know, at some point, you're just going to have to accept that you're not going to be able to do some things like normal people" doesn't help. Not wanting a seriously diminished life, she decides to channel her anger into action. 
     "The very first Pride was a riot. People got mad at the ways they were being treated and then they did something about it."
     Imogen is determined to have her town's first Pride event accessible to all. With no funds and no real friends she's going to need a lot of help. When the headteacher (in my opinion, a stone cold bitch) informs her that to form an activist society she'll need five members and a faculty advisor she starts recruiting. Ollie is the first person she approaches. He doesn't commit. But when he mentions Imogen's idea to a teammate whose girlfriend loves the idea he's roped in.
      Pretty soon there's a small but determined group, some of whom have their own ideas for needed inclusion. They're raising awareness, holding events, and bringing in money...
     ...until they run afoul of the headteacher who bans the group, takes the money, and suspends Imogen...
     ...could this be the end of Imogen's crusade?
     This deeply insightful and highly relevant narrative will captivate preteens and teens who see injustice and are determined to do something. 
On a personal note, I am the mother of an autistic writer. I didn't know that she was autistic for the longest time. Amber was born in 1990. In the 90s, at least in central Maine, we were bombarded with frightening PSAs about the growing number of autistic kids. Basically the worst case scenario was presented as all encompassing. So I didn't see it in my intelligent, creative, very verbal child. Amber herself told me when she was an adult. She made sense. I am very proud that she's an activist, a feminist, a published author who is helping expand a more nuanced awareness by including autistic characters in her books and being open about her life, and the best daughter a mother could hope for.
A great big shout out goes out to Quirke and Amber and the other autistic authors who are doing so much to enlighten neurotypicals.
Jules Hathaway 

     




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Saturday, August 22, 2026

Darling little Johnny jump ups

Popping up in places they weren't planted. I just adore them and their ability to self propagate. Well Eugene and I are in Governors eating breakfast. We're en route to camp. So I have to post this before we leave civilization. Hope you have a good weekend!



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Mini garden mums

And here in sunny yellow. Don't they just make you smile?



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My mini garden mums

Aren't they gorgeous? So intricate and delicate.



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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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People had a gr





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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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