Almost Everything: Notes on Hope, by Annie Lamott. I need to buy my own copy so I can underline and note take to my heart’s content. St. Anne, indeed.
Drama, YA graphic novel by Raina Telgemeier. Meh. Not written for me.
The Mighty Odds, by Amy Ignatow, from Sasquatch list. So disappointing. Maybe the age group (tweens) it was written for will find it funny and clever, but I did not.
Shouting at the Rain, by Lynda Mullaly Hunt (who wrote Fish in a Tree). Also a Sasquatch, and now I will permanently add Hunt to my Must Read Author list.
Olive Kitteridge, by Elizabeth Strout (there’s a sequel and a 2014 miniseries…what?!?!)
Look Both Ways: A tale told in ten blocks, by Jason Reynolds, YA
Jason Reynolds gets a lot of well deserved credit for being a voice of urban teens. Urban is often code for “black”, and yes, Reynolds and many of his characters are black, but the books
Jason Reynolds and Jacquiline Woodson are masters of lyrical prose.
Golden Tresses of the Dead, by Alan Bradley, YA-ish chemistry/mystery.
Flavia DeLuce gets another book out every year or so. The schtick is getting a little old, but it’s been revived a bit as Dogger’s character comes out more. I do appreciate that for a book about small English village tropes, there are very few stereotypical elements to Bradley’s acclaimed series.
My Fake Rake, Eva Leigh, NPR had a review of this https://www.npr.org/2019/11/30/783294614/my-fake-rake-turns-the-makeover-trope-on-its-well-coiffed-head. Could have been frolicky, but I don’t have the stomach for romance-stories-for-the-sake-of-romance anymore. (Though, if you are going to write a thousand page book, I’m am going to need a love story or two woven in.)
Beside Herself, by Elizabeth LaBan. Meh. Got this title from something, but the story falls short. To get over an unfaithful spouse, a wife decides to have her own affair as they stay together.
Forever or a Long, Long, Time, by Caela Carter. Wow, a Sasquatch book that I read aloud to the 5 of us over a series of weekend car rides together. We were all really engaged in this story of siblings who had been recently adopted out of the foster system. So much depth in this book, and I am really impressed by the author’s ability to get deep into the heart of family and particularly this heroine.
So You Want to Talk About Race, by Ijeoma Oulo. One of the top books for white people to get a real conversation about hot topics and long, long standing racial injustices and perspectives. Worth it.
The Many Reflections of Miss Jane Deming, by J. Anderson
From this year’s Sasquatch list, this is the story of a Piper-aged girl who makes her way over to baby Seattle with the Mercer girls. The geography might be a little inaccurate, or I am misinterpreting information, but as a read-aloud, it was an entrancing story. No Pollyanna, but with a pioneering spirit, we Pacific Northwesters all learned more about our history.
One for the Murphies, by Lynda Mullaly Hunt. I how this YA author tackles problems–a 6th grade with dyslexia, and preteens tackling what it means to be family, especially when you have been abandoned by your mother. This one is close to my heart, as a girl is entering foster care after a brutal betrayal by her mother and stepfather.
Red at the Bone, by Jacqueline Woodson. Woodson is a master of lyrical writing–her novels read like free verse and powerfully compacts a story of every member of a family in a generational transition.
Mrs. Everything, by Jennifer Weiner. “I think this book changed my life,” said BFF Susanne, and she might be right. Her story telling talent has been contained in novels that were maybe a decade in duration–and could rightly be considered chick lit. This, though, this is Every Women’s life, told over an entire lifetime with the generations before and after. I’m still buzzed over this book, several days later.
Ordinary Grace, by William Kent Krueger.
I had just read the forward to an Ivan Doig novel, and then pressed play on this William Kent Krueger story. Dreamlike, Krueger’s 1961 Minnesota intertwined with Doig’s historical Montana and I was lulled into teen Frank’s brain and life. The trestle outside their tiny town where Frank’s father is a minister is a more than an allegory of the trains and river that continually flows through their lives, both taking an extraordinary number of lives during this stranger summer. I can’t quite dissect why I couldn’t put this story down, but as soon as I finished it, I bought another one of his novels.
From CNN’s Emma Reynolds,
Palindrome day: Today is 02/02/2020 — the first palindrome day in 909 years
Today is a very special occasion — the date is a palindrome, meaning it is the same when read forwards and backwards.
It is February 2, 2020, or 02/02/2020, in both the MM/DD/YYYY format and the DD/MM/YYYY format. At just after 2 a.m., it was 02:02:20 on 02/02/2020.
This is the only time such a date will occur this century.
The previous palindrome date came 909 years ago on 11/11/1111. The next will come in 101 years on 12/12/2121 and after that there will not be another until 03/03/3030. Solihull School Maths Department wrote on Twitter: “Today is a Palindrome Day in all date formats (UK, USA, ISO). It’s also a palindrome day of the year (33) and there are a palindrome number of days left in the year (333). Quite a unique day!”
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| V is hardly terrified at all! |
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| Wesley sees this and thinks, “What shall I aim for in an entire field of snow? Oh, yes, definitely the thin ice.” |
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| “Nailed it!” |
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| Daddy. |
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| Daddy, Daddy? |
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| Daddy!! |
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| A doesn’t need no stinkin’ sled. |
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| I still haven’t ever seen this girl afraid. She had a pretty cool move where she was able to slide right between her dad’s legs…with a surprising deficit of damage. |
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Fearless and beautiful!
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| It’s hard to beat Kyla when it comes to sheer joy–even landing 20 feet from her sled. |
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| Yep, the lovely, lovely house had a hot tub. |
The next day’s adventure was began with an “escape room in the box” that was so much fun…even when we discovered Clue 4 & 5 were missing. That afternoon, we were ready to work our bodies instead of our minds. This was the first time cross country skiing for the 5 kids (the youngest one stayed back with his parents) and the rest of us had only gone a few times before.
I could do this sport all winter–it is so fun to trek through the snow! We started late and pushed the kids about 6 or 7 of the 8km of the trail, leaving them at a trailhead to pick up, as it was getting dark.
The sheer pleasure of the fun exercise coupled with the beautiful scenery by the hatchery was one of the weekend’s highlights for me.
So we didn’t. Well, not until we went out for brats, played in the snow some more, completely fell apart (Piper), and recovered with one last stop at the Gingerbread Factory.

And this is why my, ahem, winter lights stay up so long. Yes, I don’t want the work of taking them down, but my excuse is because if there’s a chance of snow, my snowflake lights should still be on the pergola.
And the birds. We have both a hummingbird feeder and a regular bird feeder outside the kitchen window, and I enjoy seeing the winged traffic outside.