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April has swung wildly between quiet and chaos, between blossoming trees and chilly winds, between laughter and loneliness. (Isn’t that life?) Amid all that, here’s what I have been reading:

The Seekers of Deer Creek, Thao Thai
I loved Thai’s debut novel, Banyan Moon. This, her second, follows two Vietnamese-American sisters, Calla and Vivi, who go on a quest to untangle their family’s connection to a French-Vietnamese artist after their father dies and leaves behind some mysterious (related) papers. So much here about complicated loves, of various kinds; Thai’s writing is beautiful. To review for Shelf Awareness (out Aug. 4).

The Burning Issue of the Day, T. E. Kinsey
Lady Hardcastle and her intrepid maid/comrade, Florence, are asked to investigate a case of arson when a local suffragette is wrongly accused. They uncover a tangle of corruption in the city, as well as some interpersonal secrets. A super fun entry in this lighthearted British series.

The House of Serendipity, Lucy Ivison
I (serendipitously) found this middle-grade historical novel at the library, and enjoyed the story of Myrtle, a tailor’s daughter forced to become a maid, and the whimsical, impulsive Lady Sylvia. When Sylvia discovers Myrtle’s talents, they band together to create some gorgeous, daring couture gowns – and more – for several London debutantes. Delightful, if wildly unbelievable at times.

Across So Many Seas, Ruth Behar
I picked up this middle-grade novel at the Book Catapult last month. It follows four generations of young women from a Sephardic Jewish family through several centuries, from Spain to Turkey to Cuba to the U.S. and back to Spain. A wonderful concept and an important slice of history; I liked how the oud reappeared throughout the story. But the characters all felt very much the same to me.

Counterweights: An Essential Practice for Holding Hope in a Heavy World, Shannan Martin
I tend to steer clear of Christian self-help these days, but had heard good things about Counterweights from Anne and others. These essays trace Martin’s practice of filling up on the good (and looking for it in sometimes unexpected places) to balance out (not cancel out) the heaviness. The metaphors stack up too high sometimes, but I admire her commitment to daily joys and to being a thoughtful neighbor.

Runner, Ashton Lattimore
Lattimore’s fast-paced second novel follows Lena Jameson, who plunges into rum-running off Martha’s Vineyard after her father (also a liquor smuggler) is killed. Lena, her brother Walter, and their new friend Dee – who has secrets of her own – must navigate treacherous waters in more ways than one. A great slice of historical fiction and a tribute to the historic Black community on the Vineyard, with glimpses of Boston and Harlem. To review for Shelf Awareness (out July 28).

Eighteen: A History of Britain in 18 Young Lives, Alice Loxton
A friend found this book while travelling in England and sent me my own copy. It’s a fun, quirky “history lite” look at the early lives of a handful of important Britons. Loxton’s breezy tone was fun, but I’m not sure the book’s structure quite worked, especially as 18 didn’t seem to be a pivotal age for most of the subjects.

My Beloved, Jan Karon
It’s been a while since my last trip to Mitford, but I enjoyed this book – in which Father Tim’s Christmas letter to his wife, Cynthia, goes missing and circulates (unbeknownst to him) among his neighbors. I did find the writing a bit choppy, and there were too many characters to try and follow – but it’s always a sweet return to Mitford.

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Last month, I hopped a train to Cambridge on a chilly Saturday night, slipping into my favorite back-booth seat at Club Passim and ordering a burger and a crisp, fizzy cider. I was there to listen to Goodnight Moonshine, also known as husband-and-wife duo Molly Venter and Eben Pariser.

Most of the music they played that night was new to me, coming off their just-released record, Business Unusual. But their sound, particularly Molly’s, has been familiar to me for a long time.

Sixteen years and a lifetime ago, I drove down to Austin for a friend’s wedding with my then-husband. During the course of the weekend, we ended up at an in-the-round South by Southwest showcase at the Zach Scott Theater, featuring half a dozen musicians we’d never heard of. Their music would help form the soundtrack of our next several years: John Pointer, Dave Madden, Ginger Leigh and others. (I still have a few of those CDs kicking around somewhere, including Molly’s 2008 solo album, Love Me Like You Mean It.)

I’m over at Substack today talking about musical threads, folk concerts, and how we’re all made up of stars. Head over there to rest the rest of my essay (it’s free!).

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Firefly Ars Poetica

It’s no secret I’m a summer gal. I adore the bevy & bounty of stone
fruit & sun-drenched gardens, pool-plashes from my teen sons, &
so much green & bloom & chirp in the thick canopy of trees arched
above me. When we enter a season of shorter days & winter, I too
want to overwinter like bumble bees, brown bears, & wood frogs.
I look to my favorite summer creature-the firefly—to help guide
the way. I prefer small lamps. I prefer no music, save the times I
can hear my own heart slam underneath my blouse. I prefer writing
everything by pencil: the shhh-shhh-shhh of the lead on the page &
the satisfying scritch of crossing out feels like I’m making
something. 

I love Aimee’s luscious, sharp, insightful poetry about family and creativity and the natural world. Read the rest of the poem here at Literary Hub – it’s from her brand-new collection, Night Owl.

April is National Poetry Month, and I am sharing poetry – with an emphasis on women of color – here on Fridays this month, as I do every year

April is flying by in a whirl of cherry blossoms, yoga classes, wild headlines, and a couple of super fun events. Amid all that, here’s what I have been reading:

Fire Must Burn, Allison Montclair
Iris Sparks and Gwen Bainbridge are asked to investigate an old Cambridge friend of Iris’s, recently returned from Singapore, and suspected of being a communist double agent. They uncover some complications, including a nest of lies dating back to their college days. I love this series, though the solution here was unsettling; still, I’ll follow Iris and Gwen wherever their cases lead.

All We Say: The Battle for American Identity: A History in 15 Speeches, Ben Rhodes
I loved Rhodes’ 2018 book The World As It Is, which chronicled his years as a speechwriter for President Obama and examined the challenges of political communication. This book traces the history of American self-conception through 15 powerful moments in American rhetoric – from Ben Franklin through Frederick Douglass, women’s suffrage and civil rights, and (even) our current president. Fascinating, thought-provoking and incisive (especially for our present moment). To review for Shelf Awareness (out May 26).

The Heir Apparent, Rebecca Armitage
Self-exiled English princess Lexi is summoned home when her father and twin brother die in a skiing accident. She’s given a year to decide if she wants to assume the crown, or go back to her life as a medical resident in Australia. This was…fine? I wanted to root for Lexi, but she was so passive; the others in her life were either conniving or cruel. But the book does ask interesting questions about power, fame, and the future of monarchy.

Down with the Shipmans, Meg Mitchell Moore
Moore’s 10th novel brings the three grown Shipman sisters (and their dad) back to the family’s beloved summer beach house in New Hampshire. Each of the “girls” is struggling with a significant life decision, and they’re all still grieving the death of their mother, two years before. Their week together brings complications they don’t expect – and maybe some healing. I love Moore’s work; this was bittersweet, funny and insightful. To review for Shelf Awareness (out June 2).

A Season for Spies, Iona Whishaw
I’d somehow missed the release of this slim prequel to a series I adore. Lane Winslow receives her first covert mission: picking up a double agent in a remote area of Scotland at Christmastime. She has very little training, but lots of street smarts, and her grandparents are also savvier than one might expect. A fun glimpse into Lane’s past, with several entertaining twists.

Royal Spin, Omid Scobie and Robin Benway
After a personal crisis, former White House comms professional Lauren Morgan heads across the pond to do a similar job at Buckingham Palace. While there, she must balance her job with her attraction to a reporter, the presence of a very handsome duke, and her own adjustment to a new city. I’ve enjoyed Benway’s novels for younger readers and wanted to love this, but ultimately both plot and characters felt a bit thin.

Most links (not affiliate links) are to my local fave Brookline Booksmith. Shop indie!

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How to be lucky and sad

There are days when all I am is sad.
For myself, for what I’m missing,
for what I want and don’t yet have.
There are weeks when the world makes
me sad. All of the mess and tragedy,
this brokenness. All the good things
I know won’t last forever. But then
I think of you (and there are many yous)
and how we found ourselves on earth
in the same place at the same time and
how with all of the roads we could have
walked, we’re briefly walking together.
And maybe it’s fate or maybe it’s chance
but lucky is all that I feel.

I found Hannah’s poetry on Instagram a while back, and attended her Boston book event last fall (see above). I love her simple, heartfelt, poignant poems about love and friendship and enjoying the lives we have. This one perfectly captures how I often feel.

April is National Poetry Month, and I am sharing poetry – with an emphasis on women – here on Fridays this month, as I do every year

Last week, on Easter Sunday morning, I slipped out of the house for a quick walk before heading to church. It was grey and damp and cold – not at all the Easter weather I wanted – and I hadn’t woken up early enough to get out for a run. But the birds were singing madly, and I knew a walk would help: I always feel better when I move my body, even if I don’t move as far or as fast as I want to.

Once a week or so, I head downtown to the Back Bay area, using my work-from-home day as a chance to work from somewhere else (not my apartment). It’s still too early for the farmers’ market, so I grab lunch and walk across Copley Square to the Boston Public Library, one of my favorite spots in the city. It’s still (mostly) too cold to sit outside and work in the courtyard, the way I love to do when it’s warmer out. But I still love to pause near the empty fountain and let the sunlight hit my face.

Every Sunday after church, I walk through Harvard Yard and down Garden Street, taking a circuitous route through familiar parts of the Square before arriving at my beloved florist. Stephen is usually there to greet me with a smile, and I tell him about my week and ask about his, while soaking up the bright colors of shelves and buckets overflowing with blooms. I leave with a hug and a bouquet – tulips, daffodils, ranunculus – and a breath of fresh air for my soul.

None of these are necessarily long excursions, and sometimes I question if I even have the time or energy to make them happen. But I always feel better for moving, for breathing, for getting out into my city and making my rounds in the neighborhoods I love. And sometimes as I hop back on the T to return to Eastie, I remember: a few minutes can be enough.

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you can bloom here–
between dreams and heartache.
between sweetness and sorrow.
between where you are and
where you want to be.
all of this holds space for you–
when have wildflowers lacked room to grow?

I love seeing Gaby’s poetry on Instagram, and especially love her poems about the beauty and the tension we hold in life. As New England begins to bloom, I am wondering how I can bloom in this season, too.

April is National Poetry Month, and I am sharing poetry – with an emphasis on women of color – here on Fridays this month, as I do every year

April is, as usual, toying with us, providing bright sunshine, sudden downpours and even fat snowflakes yesterday. Amid all that, plus celebrating ZUMIX’s 35th birthday, here’s what I have been reading:

Kin, Tayari Jones
Jones’ latest novel follows Vernice and Annie, “cradle friends” who grow up side by side in Honeysuckle, Louisiana, bonded and also divided by their mutual motherlessness. Vernice (whose mother is dead) heads to Atlanta, to Spelman College and an easier life; Annie (whose mother is absent) takes a different, rougher path. This was heartbreaking, vivid and so lovely; I loved the intimate descriptions of Black social life in the mid-century South, and Jones’ insights on different kinds of love.

Detective Aunty, Uzma Jalaluddin
Widowed Kausar Khan returns to Toronto after her daughter Sana is accused of murdering her unpleasant landlord. A keen observer, she can’t help asking questions – though a few folks in the neighborhood would rather she stayed out of it. I loved this witty, cozy mystery (first in a series) and Kausar’s interactions with her friends and granddaughters.

Theo of Golden, Allen Levi
A mysterious, pleasant Portuguese man moves to a small town in Georgia, where a local artist has drawn dozens of portraits of community members, displayed at a coffee shop. Theo begins buying the portraits and presenting them to their subjects, thus making deep connections, while remaining an enigma. This was a beautiful story of community and compassion, though it dragged in the middle and I didn’t love the ending. Still – a reminder that we are all capable of kindness, goodness and hope.

The Dogs of Venice, Steven Rowley
After a sudden split with his husband, Paul heads to Venice to spend their planned Christmas trip alone. While there, he’s captivated by a stray dog that seems utterly content to explore on its own; the dog teaches Paul a few things about solitude and confidence. This was…fine; I agree with the sentiment, but it felt a little thin (at 64 pages).

Moonlight Murder, Uzma Jalaluddin
Kausar Khan (see above) is drawn into another mystery when her granddaughter asks her to look into the death of a friend. Meanwhile, Kausar is also searching for answers related to her son Ali’s death, 18 years ago. I love the ensemble cast here (especially Kausar’s friend May) and the glimpses into Indian Muslim culture in Toronto; I hope she makes this a series. I received an ARC; it comes out May 5.

Children and Other Wild Animals, Brian Doyle
I love Doyle’s quirky, witty, kind and keen-eyed observations on the natural (including the human) world. This book of essays (which I found at McKay’s last year) celebrates many different creatures in Doyle’s signature rambling, humorous, sharply insightful style. I loved reading these over breakfast each morning; I adore Doyle’s work and its insistent call to attention and delight.

Gus and Glory, Sarah Guillory
When Glory’s mom goes missing, she’s sent to stay with her grandparents for the summer, and ends up taking care of a neighbor’s bloodhound, Gus. While she teaches Gus to track, Glory’s also searching for answers about her parents – and wondering if she might find a real home at last. I loved this sweet, funny middle-grade novel about family and a very good dog.

Most links (not affiliate links) are to my local fave Brookline Booksmith. Shop indie!

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While Everything Else Was Falling Apart

In the Union Square subway station nearly fifteen
years ago now, the L train came clanking by
where someone had fat-Sharpied a black heart
on the yellow pillar you leaned on during a bleak day
(brittle and no notes from anyone you crushed upon).
Above ground, the spring sun was the saddest one
(doing work, but also none). What were you wearing?
Something hopeful to show the world you hoped?
A tall man was learning from a vendor how to pronounce
churro. High in the sticky clouds of time, he kept
repeating churro while eating a churro. How to say
this made you want to live? No hand to hold
still here it was: someone giving someone comfort
and someone memorizing hard how to ask for it again.

I saw this poem on Instagram recently and loved everything about it: the black heart, the spring sun, the particular clank of the L train, and the churro. The churro! I love watching people share sweetness, and goodness knows – on this Good Friday in these fraught times – we can all use a little sweetness, always.

April is National Poetry Month, and I am sharing poetry – with an emphasis on women of color – here on Fridays this month, as I do every year

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March has ended with a burst of mild weather and a few early flowers (finally!) in the neighborhood. Amid sudden downpours, yoga classes, tax season and busyness at work, here’s what I have been reading:

Heart the Lover, Lily King
I picked up this sequel-of-sorts to Writers & Lovers because I was curious. King’s writing is beautiful, but all her characters (especially the men) strike me as very selfish. The ending moved me, but overall I think King’s books aren’t for me.

Life Out of Order, Audrey Niffenegger
I never (if you can believe it) read The Time Traveler’s Wife, but jumped at the chance to read this sequel, which follows Alba – daughter of Henry and Clare from that book. Alba is a composer, a musician and a time traveler; this book traces her life through myriad moments as the world slides further into chaos. It also traces two complicated love stories: Alba’s with the two men she loves, and Clare’s with a woman named Beck. It is dystopian, compelling, wryly funny and difficult to describe; the ending did leave me wondering. To review for Shelf Awareness (out Oct. 26).

In the Market for Murder, T. E. Kinsey
Lady Hardcastle and her maid/right-hand woman, Flo, visit the local cattle market and then find themselves investigating a poisoning, an odd burglary, and various other mysteries – which, of course, turn out to be connected. The banter in these books is so much fun, and I love a cozy-ish English village mystery.

Spies, Lies & Alibis, Natalie Walters
Cybil Langford is good at her job – working as an assistant to a powerful businessman and gathering intel on his criminal connections. But everything goes haywire when a shady business deal brings Cybil back into contact with her childhood crush, Ben Bradley – who’s working an angle of his own. I loved this fun, fast-paced story – part spy thriller, part sweet yearning romance. To possibly review for Shelf Awareness (out May 19).

Most links (not affiliate links) are to my local fave Brookline Booksmith. Shop indie!

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