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Reader Roundup: February 2026


Winter flung its last fling in February providing enough snow to cause much joy and celebration for those seeking a skication. No longer a slope aficionado sought solace by reading a few decent books with only a couple rating a good read.

It’s difficult to find a book about Shakespeare that isn’t a good read. Having no remembrance of where I pick this up, I am glad to have found it on my Shakespeare shelf. Yes, I do have one bookshelf dedicated to Shakespeare.

Anyway–

Ann Donnelly provides a slim yet expansive guide providing an informative overview of Shakespeare. The title aptly reflects what is covered and the accompanying illustrations complement the text well. It nudges me closer to flying across the pond for a Shakespeare-driven holiday.

The other good read is once again a volume of The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion by Beth Brower. This one was volume 8 and unfortunately it is the last volume until Ms. Brower provides further entries to Miss Emma’s life. I have to admit I became somewhat distraught upon finishing this book knowing there are no further Emma journals to peruse. They honestly are addicting.

Apparently, in some reading circles, these slim excursions have become quite popular, and at my local library there is often a waiting list for them. The plain cover belies the wit, the wink of wordplay, the hint of Austen that is present in each entry. I am truly having a difficult time finding other reads that I enjoy quite so well.

The truly odd thing was that they came to my attention via my husband, who began reading them upon the recommendation of another fellow reader. I usually recommend books to the hubs, not the other way around. His snorks of laughter as he read them initiated my curiosity and I confess I would have ignored the non-descript little books on the popular reads shelf otherwise.

Has anyone else discovered Emma M. Lion?

Absolute Lunacy


Solar eclipses seem to garner all the attention, yet lunar eclipses are so much easier to view since no special glasses are needed. The one downside is the lateness of the hour required to experience them.

No problem. I had a plan in place.
I was especially determined to watch this lunar eclipse because a)I only caught one planet out of the six from the previous night planetary alignment and b)this eclipse was purported to be “blood red.” Ooh, intriguing.

I camped out in my office knowing I didn’t want to get too comfortable as I was now on my luney adventure (see what I did there?). I thought I would go to bed around 8 pm and get up at 1 am, when the moon show would be starting. I made a mistake. I started reading The Award and the plot tension got me so wired I stayed up and finished the book, which resulted in a cat nap not the five-hour sleep time originally planned.

1am-ish
Coat on, Uggs on, blanket wrapped I set out.
Just a sliver of dark on the left.
Back to bed reset alarm.

1:45 am
About a half window shade covered the moon.
Too cold to stick around: reset alarm to 3:05

Back to bed. Deep sleep dreaming about watching eclipse woke me up before the alarm.

2:55 am
Back in moon watch mode I peek outside. It’s happening!
It’s so silent. No cars trekking up and down the road. No train whistles blowing through their six crossings. I spot a couple of browsing deer in the neighboring yard grazing. They winkle their ears at me with a “Whatreyoudoingup?” look.

Time to commit. I grab another blanket, position my chair. It’s not easy to avoid the light glare from the nearby parking lot and commercial buildings—so much for the city’s new Night Sky ordinance. I zip up my winter jacket and decide to grab the binoculars–not much of an enhancement, actually.

After setting down a chair cushion (plastic Adirondack chairs are unforgiving at 35 degrees) I observe the moon is now just about covered and the bottom is glowing with just a crack of light, reminding me of the peek of light under the bedroom door when everyone is supposed to be sleeping and someone is reading past their usual bedtime.

The moon wasn’t exactly the touted “blood red”– it’s not even looking like a nocturnal tomato in the sky. It’s more like a shadowy Sunkist orange.

3:23 am
The moon at this point is a dusky peach and according to the moon news, the eclipse is at its maximum.

And so–
How much more of this fabulous night sky event do I want to embrace?

Waiting. Watching. Fairly warm. More waiting. More watching. Still cozy despite fingers freezing from typing my thoughts (because I know I will not remember much in the morning). This camping out reminds me of when I went snow camping in college. I didn’t feel the need to repeat that experience. Cold is cold no matter how many surrounding layers try to convince otherwise.

I do confess of liking a cold bedroom when sleeping. Sitting out in the cold is different than a chilly room with a warm comforter. It’s brisk now–the 34-degree night air is invigorating—for the moment. I could use my old down sleeping bag. Note to self for next eclipse (3 years?)

I’m kind of warm. I’m watching. And getting a little bored of waiting. Time to go in and get a quick snack. It’s not like the moon is going anywhere. Fig bars, applesauce, and quick swig of protein drink later I’m ready for more lunar eclipse experience.

No matter how I settle I am cold. That one-degree dip really is a different story now in comfort because I can’t get comfortable. The moon hasn’t changed much, and the lunar news says the entire process is about 5 hours, meaning by 6 am the show is over. I don’t have another 2 and a half hours in me. I don’t even have two minutes.

I relinquish my moon watch and retreat inside. I shed the Uggs, my coat, my hat, my gloves, and the blankets. I nestle under comforter on the spare bed in my office.

I awake at 5 am and rush outside to see if there is anything left to see, but the moon has slipped near the mountain and is naught but a pale round gleaming behind a veil of cloud.

Epilogue:
I saw the moon and the moon saw me. I tell the hubs all about in the morning as he had wisely stayed in bed asleep.

The Writer Life: Nope, but thanks


The writer life for me started back in the early eighties when I began submitting stories to various publications. The process back then was tedious compared to today. With no online presence (because of no Internet) finding sources usually came through newsletters or thumbing through the Writer’s Digest annual publication guide. Not much up-to-the-minute information.

Finding a market meant typing out the manuscript, accompanied by a query/cover letter on my Smith-Corona electric (no computers and no laptops yet). Then making a copy involving going to Kinko’s and standing in line at the copier (no computer, meant no home printers). After that came labeling the envelope and enclosing a SASE (self-addressed stamp envelope–do we even do that anymore?) and standing in line at the post office, doling out appropriate postage. After that came the wait.

A good day meant receiving an acceptance letter and a contract in the mail (no cell phones so no text or email notification)
A bad day meant getting not getting my manuscript returned with a form rejection letter.
A tolerable day meant getting my manuscript returned with a personal rejection turn down letter.

Zip up to the present and most of the process is streamlined. My laptop and printer and cut down considerable typing and copying time. Email expedites submissions (most publishers/agents/editors only accept electronic submissions) and rarely do I visit the post office, except to send out a book to a fortunate raffle winner from a book signing. BTW: I wholeheartedly support my post office–please stick around.

As for those form rejection letters. The electronic age has made them land in my email box with ease and alacrity, which is both good and bad news. Agents and publishers all have their stock, polite pass replies, or what I call the “Nope, this doesn’t work/isn’t what I’m looking for, but thanks for thinking of me.”

I used to keep the paper rejection turn down letters from my former days, and then decided “What’s the point?” It’s not like I’m an Austen or a Bradbury and some university would be delighted to have my correspondence for their library. Big bonfire later, my files are thinner and I have a sense of moving forward. I did appreciate some of the personal letters, or at least the form ones that had a fast handwritten line or two of encouragement. Those bolstered my Eeyore days of mild complaint of why write, what’s the use?

Yesterday, I sat down for a goodly portion of the day and sent out queries to several agents. Most agents use Query Tracker which is super because it is efficient and easy to use. I keep track of the turn down replies and store them in an email folder. Once again, I thought to myself, “What’s the point?” and began deleting them. I began to notice a wide range of styles. Some are abrupt, some are encouraging, but most are obviously a template with no personal touch. I understand that. Some agents get smacked with submissions and don’t have time to personally reply. Some don’t even reply at all. Here are some examples of how the electronic age has evolved in so nicely and politely turning down a manuscript:

Thank you for the opportunity to review your picture book texts. While I appreciate being considered to represent you and your work, unfortunately, I will be passing on this. I have to be very selective in taking on new clients, and though your work has many merits, it’s not a fit for my list at this time.

I actually felt good about being turned down, even though I knew it was 98% form letter.

We appreciate your thinking of [publishing company], but this story isn’t right for our very small list.

Not a fan of the short, succinct.

Thank you for your submission. I appreciate the opportunity consider [project]. After careful review, I will be stepping aside. I wish you the best of luck in your publishing endeavors.

This is a step up from the first example because my project is mentioned, and with the phrase “stepping aside” I feel like the agent is allowing someone else the opportunity to take on the project. And it’s always appreciated to have a bit of exclamatory encouragement.

This next email arrived this morning (I had queried yesterday–that was fast). It is the first personal turn down I have received in ever so long. This is a new agent and perhaps they haven’t been hammered by a deluge of submissions yet, so they have time to be more personable. Or they are just considerate. I’m going more with the latter.

Unfortunately, [project] isn’t what I’m looking for right now, so I’ll be passing with regrets. (You’ve got a nice YA voice, but the opening pages didn’t jump into a scene as quickly as I would have liked. I also worry that this concept won’t stand out in a crowded market.) Thank you for considering me, and very best of luck with your other queries.

This combines a form letter with a personal, constructive statement, which provides me more insight on what this agent is looking for and definitely takes some of the sting of getting yet another turn down. I can work with this and will absolutely query this agent with another project, one more in line of their interest.

So-

I’m curious. To you other writers out there:

What are your thoughts on receiving turn down letters? Do you have some stand outs to share?

Bard Bits: Dusting off Bill


Yup, I’m a Shakespeare fan. I even reference my appreciation as a Bardinator, meaning I’ll be back for more in a determined manner (sans the accent).

Some use the term Bardolator, but I can’t say I idealize Shakespeare. I’m still learning about him, hence my given term, since I keep coming back for more.

Really real or not so real—that used to be my question

But I used to think WS was a phoney baloney.

*Gasp*

I know.

I fault my public education’s failure to introduce me to Shakespeare. Nothing in elementary or middle school and just a squeak of a mention in high school. Okay, I did watch Zefferelli’s R&J in the theater and was caught up in the drama, although understanding the dialogue was challenging. That Renaissance English floated over my adolescent head.

I didn’t fully understand Shakespeare beyond I knew he wrote some famous plays and had some poetry creds.

Then I got my teaching gig and realizing Romeo and Juliet was in the curriculum I quickly got myself up to speed.

Long story short I became known as the Shakespeare Lady at school. And over the years have had a fine time getting to know more about the Bard of Avon.

I even visited the Folger Library, which brings me to the important point: even though Shakespeare is such an incredible influence why is there so little known about him?

That niggling doubt of “Was Bill for real?” pops up. Which brings me to the discovery of this article.

It makes sense doesn’t it? Why haven’t historians done the CSI thing sooner and dust for prints or his DNA before?

To think a bit of William might be found cozied in books he could have read is fairly cool. It makes me rethink how much of me is left behind in all those books I’ve read.

I’m with David Tennant on the question of whether or not of Bill. I don’t really care. I simply enjoy his works. And I’ll be back for more.

So far, So good


January proved to be a five star month. Most of my choices became memorable reads, whetting my appetite to search out more good great reads for my 2026 Good Reads reading challenge. I almost hit my wishful thinking number of 200 books last year. January’s five star reads:

The Book of Lost Hours by Hayley Gelfuso

sci-fi/magical/romance/adventure

The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion (4 out of 8 read and now waiting patiently for the others to get returned)

Witty, captivating, and addictive

Time and Again by Jack Finney

cult classic time travel set in 1970s/1882 New York

The Song of Hartgrove Hall by Natasha Solomon’s

Think Downton Abbey with emphasis on music

How is your reading challenge coming along?

Celebrating Winter‘s Drink of (my) Choice


While frosty beverage choices abound in summer, there are only a few a couple worth mentioning when discussing a warm up in winter.

To clarify—this discussion concerns itself with non-alcoholic options. Oh, and I don’t do coffee. So, that leaves—

hot cider not mulling about life

Hot cider immediately brings to mind homemade donuts. Sleigh rides somewhere hovering with that thought.

Over the years I’ve shied away from hot cider, probably because most of my experiences are from gatherings where packets of the stuff sit in the basket next to tea packets. The water from the big silver urn is always scalding hot making the first sip excruciating and by the time I think it’s cool enough to drink the hot cider is now tepid cider and has lost its appeal.

Hot Mulled Cider Day is celebrated on September 30–much too early, and seems to hasten the end of fall and evoke the arrival of winter.

And what’s mulled got to do with cider? Hot cider is simply heating up apple cider whereas mulled cider is simmering apple cider with cinnamon and spices along with oranges bits or even cranberries.

If they could package that up I might think more kindly about hot cider.

cocoa or hot chocolate?

The next choice is my go-to-winter warm up. I confess I drink it throughout the year (especially on rainy days).

There is a difference between cocoa and hot chocolate though. Hot cocoa is sweeter and lighter—think Swiss Miss packets, while hot chocolate (real hot chocolate) is melted chocolate mixed with cream creating a rich, almost decadent drink.

I sipped and savored several menu offerings as part of my research for an article about where to find cocoa/hot chocolate locally in my fair town. Ah—the perks of being a freelancer.

Inspired, I dabbled and have created my own mix trying to find that middle ground between easy and savory. A mug of my mix sometimes suffices as supper it is so filling and satisfying.

The wonder of hot cocoa/chocolate is how amenable it is to additions–flavors ranging from raspberry to hazelnut and then there is whipped cream, marshmallows. So much versatility *Yum*

If you missed Hot Cocoa Day on December 13th, you can celebrate Hot Chocolate Day January 31. That’s right, it’s time to fill your mug and settle in and enjoy the perfect warm up.

I hope to take advantage of my Panera $2 off coupon to honor the day. I’ll also buy a treat. And enjoy both by their fireplace. I wonder if I can reserve it…

Reading Roundup: 2025 December


Last year proved a banner year for my Good Reads reading challenge having far surpassed my usual 101 books with 191 books. Will 2026 be the year of 200? 201?

December ended on a high note of 5 five star reads—a mixture of kid lit to popular requests.

City Spies by James Ponti

image: Goodreads

The usual trope of orphaned children with exceptional skills being recruited as M16 operatives has been popularized by books such as Horowitz’s Alex Rider series making it difficult to provide something unique to the middle grade genre. And yet Ponti does add enough twists to create a creative read.

The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion by Beth Brouwer

image: Goodreads

Understated humor, Victorian culture, British class/historical fiction, with a smidge of mystery all come together for a charming read that is less journal entry and more novel in approach.

No wonder the library can’t keep them on the shelf.

The Bitter End Birding Society by Amanda Cox

image: Amazon

A story how birds, one of God’s most precious creations, can help restore faith in oneself and in others.This reader gladly endured the hold list wait as it was a lovely read.

Marshmallow and Jordan by Alina Chau

image: Amazon

An uplifting graphic novel that features Jordan, a middle-school girl in a wheelchair who used to be a basketball star. She befriends a stray baby elephant and they become inseparable, naming him Marshmallow. Marshmallow helps Jordan boost her swimming skills enough to join the school’s water polo team.

Your Inner Hedgehog by Alexander McCall Smith

image: Goodreads

This fifth entry into the series captures the subtle wit and charming irony McCall-Smith is known for. As he continues his gentle poke at academia the story takes on the sublime found in books by Jasper Fforde and Douglas Adams.

Reading books continues to be the fundamental enjoyment of retirement. It even rates higher than dark chocolate.

The Summing of Numbers


Well into the new year I am now reflecting on past accomplishments of last year. While I could ruminate on aspects of my writing life I will instead gloss over the fact I did not attain my goal of securing an agent or getting another manuscript accepted by a publisher. I did, however, get several articles published in Sandpoint Magazine, a regional publication that emphasizes Sandpoint and the amazing surrounding area. You can check it out here.

Instead, I will gladly share my reading accomplishments (much more impressive). For the past few years I have set a reading goal of 101 books. I have managed to meet and surpass that number and thought, “Why not go for 200 books?”

I managed 191. Close. So close.

Goodreads puts together a dandy graphic summary and here are a couple of highlights:

That is a lot of books!
I wonder why October was busier?
There were some really good reads last year.

How about you? Did you hit your reading goal?

Comfort Flicks


A realization (perhaps a confession): Less daylight hours results in a tendency to lean towards comfort flicks. Some might seek comfort foods; however, winter means less walking opps and that means weight gain. Hence, I pop in a flick instead of flicking chips.

During the day I easily hunker down by the window and read, read read, but reading by lamplight is not as fulfilling, and now that it’s dark by four o’clock the need to pass the long evening is often remedied with screen time.

While always game for a riveting new series or film, there is a penchant for seeking an old favorite to relieve the ennui of winter. Here is a random list of some faves. Any on your own list?

Antman

Bride and Prejudice

The Big Country

The Chalk Garden

Charade

Emperor’s New Groove

Galaxy Quest

Holes

Hunger Games

The Incredibles

Jane Eyre (Timothy Dalton version)

Maltese Falcon

Megamind

Monsters Inc.

My Man Godfrey

Penguin Town

Sabrina

Sahara 

Thin Man (the series)

To Kill a Mockingbird 

Sneakers

Stranger than Fiction

The Thursday Murder Club (newly added)

What makes favorites? Any of the following elements;

  • Great acting (To Kill a Mockingbird)
  • Exceptional, creative story (Emperors New Groove, Stranger Than Fiction, Hunger Games)
  • Makes me laugh out loud (Galaxy Quest, Antman)
  • Escapism (Sahara, Bride and Prejudice)
  • Ensemble cast (Sneakers, Thursday Murder Club)
  • Classic (My Man Godfrey, Sabrina, Charade, Maltese Falcon, My Man Godfrey, Big Country, Jane Eyre, Chalk Garden)
  • Speaks to the kid in me (Incredibles, Megamind, Holes)
  • Just Because (Penguin Town–I can’t resist penguins)

What’s your go to for getting through the long months of winter?

Word Nerd: Bodily Lexicon


It’s amazing how we can go in life not realizing there are specific words for everyday aspects. For instance, there are succinct terms for certain body parts that we might be totally oblivious even exist.

So–how many do you know?

1. philtrum: that little dip above your upper lip underneath your nose

    2. lunula: the half moon at the bottom of your nail

    3. glabella: the space between your eyes

    4. canthus: the place where your upper and lower eyelids touch

    5. columella: the strip of skin between your nostrils

    6. purlicue: the skin fold between your thumb and index finger

    7. tragus: the bump that is near your ear opening

    8. uvula: the part that hangs at the back of your throat

    9. gnathion: the point of the chin

    10. nasion: the dip between the eyes above the nose

    11. axilla: the term for armpit

    12. sternum: the bone in the middle of your chest

    13. zygoma: the term for your cheekbone

    14. hallux: the term for your big toe

    15. pinna: the outer shell of your ear

    How did you do? Maybe you did better than me.

    I knew “philtrum” from my university days of studying speech therapy as a possible career (which I did not pursue), “uvula”–same class, and “sternum” from taking CPR.

    Now how does one work these into a conversation without sounding like a med student?

    Perhaps:

    “The wind blew fiercely across her zygoma and nipped her pinna, causing her to long for the cheery fireside awaiting her at home.”

    Or:

    “Already late for his appointment, Phillip angrily kicked the flat tire of his Mazda pickup truck immediately rendering a pain to his hallux.”

    Doubtful:

    “Watching the 747 taxi down the runaway, Alice closed her eyes at this final farewell, with a tear barely contained within her canthus.”

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