Book Reviews

Give Up the Night Review

Book: Give Up the Night
Author: P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Publisher: Wednesday Books
Year: 2025
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “Since becoming Moonstruck on her eighteenth birthday, Wren Nightingale has found herself thrust into a world filled with deception, danger, and murder. Uncovering that their magic was fractured and limited when the original Moonstruck ritual was broken by Selene, Wren is determined to find a way to restore it. But the Elementals are split into two factions – some want the ritual completed and their freedom – and others are so terrified of change that they’re willing to end Wren before she can reach the center of the island where the ritual Selene ruined can be completed.
Between his overbearing father’s arrival, Rottingham delegated him more and more responsibility, and Celeste taking a special interest in him, Lee Young has been struggling to find his own path. As much as Lee wants to take his place in the Moonstruck hierarchy, he knows something’s not right at the Academia de la Luna. He thinks if he can talk some sense into Wren and get her to return to the Academia, that everything will turn out alright.
As Wren and Lee both battle for what they believe is right, they’ll have to uncover who their true allies are…and if they’re even on the same side of this magical fight.”

Review : Dear reader, to be completely honest with you, I’m not sure how I ended up with this early copy. Not only is Give Up the Night a sequel, to a book I didn’t read, mind you, but it’s been co-authored by two people I’m familiar with; if you’ve been here for a little while, you may remember that I reviewed the first and second books in a different trilogy written by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast, and if not, you can find them here and here – as an aside, I didn’t realize the earlier of the two reviews was written all the way back in 2021 and now I must sit in shock that I’ve been receiving review copies for four years before I can continue on.

I make a point not to request sequels, and after my last two not-so-kind reviews of the Cast’s work, I’m a little more than surprised to find this book sitting in front of me. I must have made a mistake. Nonetheless, much like last year, my plans for this year include reading and reviewing every advanced copy that comes my way, so I did read Give Up the Night even though I didn’t read Draw Down the Moon, the inaugural book in the Moonstruck trilogy. To their credit, the Casts made it easy for someone to jump in without needing a total refresher of the first book – enough details were organically rehashed by the characters within the first chapter that I didn’t struggle to understand what was happening, despite jumping in at a pivotal moment. However, I do find it difficult to review a sequel without having read the first book, so this review will likely be quite short.

I find the Casts to be adequate writers, and by that I mean they do just fine if you’re not bored with a tired trope, ready for fresh material, or want a truly new, enticing, or compelling story. It’s just fine. Nothing more. I realize this is an advanced copy, but this book was riddled with errors, something I don’t tend to see in the more well put together books I receive – so that’s worth noting. Reading this book had me wondering how much might change between an advanced copy and a first edition; for example, if you have a nonbinary character, it might be worth your time as an author to ensure that you get your own character’s pronouns correct. It might even be worth your time to figure out the pronouns of the magical beings you’ve written into your novel, wouldn’t you think? Rather than jumping around confoundingly between he and she with no real clear reasoning as to why it’s jumping around – no, this is no gender fluid creature, it’s simply poor writing. The storyline matched every damn fantasy storyline you might be familiar with and that felt like an insult to the reader : young woman in a magical world finds herself bestowed with incredible! unbelievable! magical powers after spending time thinking something is wrong with her because her peers are developing their powers as normal while she lags behind; magical creature becomes magically attached to said young woman; young woman becomes marked as special, must go on magical quest to set things right / free everyone / do something spectacular that no one else has ever been able to do before. The “quirky” and “special” angle feels wildly overplayed – I can think of four books without even trying that fit the same mold. It’s overdone.

Lastly, I did find the majority of Give Up the Night to be fairly compelling, inasmuch that I continued to turn pages for a while before I got bored. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, a book doesn’t have to be well written to be compelling. Poorly written books with compelling storylines still turn pages. As we neared the ending of this book, however, things took a turn. The clear-cut narrative turned muddled, the geography became redundant, and the quest the characters found themselves on turned on it’s head in a way that made no clear sense. It felt like writing for the sake of wrapping up a book with a wild and crazy twist, not like something necessary to the storytelling at all. It was all a ploy to introduce book 3, which is fine, but not for me. Anyway, like I said…this book was fine. No more.

Advice : If you’re familiar with the Casts’ work already and enjoy it, I’m sure you’ll enjoy Give Up the Night. If you’re not or you’re looking for something that doesn’t read like a watered down Fourth Wing…try again. This one won’t be for you.

The Distractions Review

Book: The Distractions
Author: Liza Monroy
Publisher: Regalo Press
Year: 2025
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “Mischa Osborn spends her days as a ProWatcher – keeping distracted people on task and lonely ones accompanies – from her Brooklyn Mega-building, while eating Petri-Meat Steax and working out with her favorite personal trainer, a straight-talking algorithm named Tory.
Her carefully constructed, isolated existence is suddenly upended by a chance realspace encounter with a HighlightReel celebrity, Nicolas Adan Luchano. On their first date, hiking in Kuulsuits and watching DroneBeez pollinate flowers, Mischa experiences a brief but intense realspace connection.
Mischa takes to relentlessly watching Nic onReel. As Mischa’s ReelWatching spirals into an all-consuming obsession, and even realspace stalking, Mischa takes increasingly desperate measures to be seen and valued, sucking others into her vortex of obsession until she completely loses control.
Meanwhile, someone is equally obsessed with Mischa, tracking her every move and perhaps even influencing her choices.
A tale of how technology enables obsession, envy, and unrelenting comparison, told through an eccentric cast of interconnected characters, The Distractions invites us to reflect on who we are watching, and why.”

Review : Liza Monroy’s The Distractions asks what might happen if our lives became nothing more than content for others to watch, taking our current reality several steps beyond where we find ourselves in 2025. Set in some kind of ambiguous future – is it one hundred years, two hundred, a thousand? – The Distractions is an imagining of where our lives might take us if things were simply not to deviate from where they are in the present. In a world where we are constantly attached to our phones, where smart homes, smart watches, smart glasses, and self-driving cars are becoming more and more the norm, it’s not hard to see where Monroy’s concept was born. Mischa, our protagonist, spends years consumed with obsession, literally (no, really) losing herself to the endless succession of constantly streamed video feeds of the objects of her ever-worsening obsession. I think it’s worth noting that The Distractions reads like an addiction spiral and if you’ve found yourself in that space, this may not be the right book for you.

I’ll be the first to admit that dystopian fiction is not my favorite, to put it lightly. I wasn’t completely clear on just how dystopian this book would be until I really got into the meat of it – I knew it would be futuristic as it begins with five pages filled with verbiage necessary to understanding the world Monroy has crafted. Five. It’s a task for any author to fully create a functioning and understandable world, and while this is something I encounter more regularly in the realm of fantasy, Monroy gave herself quite the task with this book. I do think she succeeded in creating a reality that I was able to easily understand after I spent the first chapter flipping back and forth between her compendium of terms and the page I was reading. Once I got into the novel, I was able to seamlessly grasp the terms and concepts as they’re just not that far off from where we are these days and the terms we have in our common vocabulary. I will say, I found this to be less speculative and more progressive, if that makes sense! There was so little imagining of the future and truly so much speeding up from where we are – the understanding is that as a society we only evolve through technology and rampant consumerism and all the rest we just learn to live with. Like most dystopian novels, it was flat out sad.

The Distractions amplifies a world we already find ourselves living within and with an uptick in people considering leaving social media or seeking out other sources of connection, I think Monroy did herself a disservice by choosing not to be speculative. Speaking of the landscape in California, Monroy tells us that everything is on fire these days – the timing of this book feels potent; of the air quality and heat index, one can only step outside while wearing a protective suit and most choose to stay inside instead; of food, we see Mischa et al consuming lab grown “meat” and cricket powders; of bird populations, well, there aren’t any. It’s all so reminiscent of our current reality that as things do change and progress and we, ideally, evolve beyond our need to consume at all costs, I think The Distractions will, at least in small part, become irrelevant and that’s a tough thing for a dystopian futuristic novel. And I don’t think I’m being overly optimistic here, but maybe I am. I just tend to expect that the current and immediate future generations will find ways to connect with each other outside of online spaces, particularly as our online spaces take a turn for the worse.

Where this book fell flat for me, is in the functional flow of the narration and the content within. While written well and given appropriate pacing, particularly as we witness Mischa losing literal years of her life, it felt as though it wasn’t a fully thought out concept outside the actual obsession that comprised 85% of the book. Monroy initially describes Mischa as preferring to keep to herself, to not engage with other humans, and to appropriately divvy up her time. However, the downward spiral into obsession came on quickly, as though this wasn’t the first time it happened, and the inability to even see glimpses of Mischa’s past life felt off. I realize the nature of addiction looks different to everyone, but it felt incomplete, as if we were missing crucial details about Mischa’s life prior to beginning the book. Likewise, the ending of the book was a convoluted, confusing mess that left me wondering why it was written the way it was. I was left with questions that might have served as intriguing methods of concluding the book but instead grew tangled the more Monroy attempted to explain them. It didn’t feel neat, it felt needlessly messy; I can be completely content with messy if it’s purposeful and intentional and meets the standard of the entirety of the book, but this was not that. Finally, yes, Mischa was being watched the entire time, we know this because there’s a second narrator, but the finale (and the back of the book) make this narrator out to be much more sinister than they came across in our time spent with them – and I found the details of just how this being watched Mischa to be convoluted and confusing at best. There’s so little explanation for the voyeur that it almost felt like I wasn’t meant to question it, but of course I did because there was no explanation…you see my problem?

Ultimately, this was an interesting concept that reminded me at times of the movie Wall-E and at times of Philip K. Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?. I could go on for many more paragraphs about the implications of AL (advanced algorithms in The Distractions), the ethics presented in this book, of autonomous artificial intelligence, and our perceived humanity within the complex matrix of technology, but I’ll leave it here. The Distractions was interesting and clearly fleshed out in ways I will never be able to grasp, but it felt incomplete and perhaps even unnecessary, or at least I can hope. And maybe that’s all that can really be said about a dystopian novel, at the end of the day. It makes you hope and wish for a better future, and this book certainly did that for me.

Advice : If you, like me, aren’t the biggest fan of dystopian fiction, if you prefer speculative fiction, or you’re horrified by the idea of AI or social media taking over our lives, this may not be for you. If you enjoy the ethics and philosophy behind all of the above, you may just well love this one.

We Could Be Rats Review

Book: We Could Be Rats
Author: Emily Austin
Publisher: Atria Books
Year: 2025
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “Sigrid hates working at the Dollar Pal. Having always resisted the idea of “growing up” and the trappings of adulthood, she did not graduate high school, preferring to roam the streets of her small town with her best friend, Greta, the only person in the world who ever understood her. Sigrid was never close with her older sister, Margit, who is baffled and frustrated by Sigrid’s inability to conform to the expectations of polite society.
Sigrid’s detachment veils a deeper turmoil and sensitivity. She’s haunted by the pains of her past, from pretending her parents were swamp monsters when they shook the floorboards with their violent arguments to losing Greta’s friendship amid the opioid epidemic ravaging their town. As Margit sets out to understand Sigrid and the secrets she has hidden, both sisters, in their own time and way, discover that reigniting their shared childhood imagination is the only way forward.
What unfolds is an unforgettable story of two sisters fingering their way back to each other, and a celebration of that transcendent, unshakeable bond.”

Review : Before I dive into We Could Be Rats (WCBR), I would be remiss not to discuss some content warnings. Something I appreciated a great deal about Austin is that she included a singular content warning at the start of the book, a small blurb letting the reader know that suicide would be discussed. But, we can’t simply leave it at that. WCBR does not merely bring up the mention of suicide, it is an entire book about suicide; likewise, it more than mentions domestic violence – within varying familial structures. There are both discussions of and visceral scenes depicting traumatic triggers, discussions of opioid addiction, mental health struggles beyond the aforementioned suicide, sexual assault, and threats of public violence.

WCBR is not merely a stunning work of fiction by Austin, it is at times a funhouse of mirrors, frequently nostalgic, and wildly relatable all in one turn. Not content to simply give us a story, Austin has crafted a well-timed mind fuck of a novel (I think you’ll pardon my language after you read this instant hit). Told in thirds, Austin challenges the reader to steep themselves deeply within a broth of empathy through many, so, so many suicide note attempts through Sigrid’s lens, read as though through the eyes of her older sister, Margit. We spend the majority of WCBR weaving through thinly veiled confessions, dodging twists and turns thrown into the mix with the deft hand of a creative writing genius – I don’t use that term lightly. There were moments, moments I won’t even begin to describe for fear of giving too much away (perhaps to tempt you further to adding this one to your list of books this year), where I found myself skeptical of Austin’s writing, unsure of how her writing fit with the narrative I was being told to believe – enough so that I considered giving this book a 4 out of 5 stars. But then…well. Things changed.

The remaining two thirds of the book are told from the perspective of Margit and Sigrid, respectively. As the story unfolds in the most miraculously unpredictable and loping manner, we bare the honor of witnessing just how alike the two sisters are, despite a lifetime of misunderstanding, growth in opposite directions, and their shared trauma. Without realizing how intertwined their lives have been, Margit and Sigrid find their feet falling into step before they can even recognize what’s happening. Margit, the classic older sister, the protectress and truly the only adult-like figure in Sigrid’s life, finds comfort in caring for others in her own way – perhaps to the detriment of those she aims to care for. Sigrid, on the other hand, finds herself adrift, floating through life like a bird in a sea of monkeys, despite dreams and desires, taking a backseat to the hopelessness and despair of life in a deeply conservative small town struggling with an opioid crisis.

Austin weaves a palpable sensation of otherness into WCBR, I found myself slipping off the human realm of Paige the reader, sidling into Sigrid’s imaginative mindscape with ease. Sigrid feels deeply relatable to me, though I’m not sure this will be universally felt, as a twenty-year-old with no plan or idea for the future. Sigrid writes at times about not knowing yet who she is, of sliding into versions of the self that others wear, trying each on to see what fits best, slipping into the skin of those who know themselves and in doing so attempting to discover who she might be as well. At its core, WCBR is a story about the threads of family trauma that burrow into the lives of those whose lives are intimately touched by it, the threads that tie us to each other, and the ways in which we exist in the world as part of a whole because of, or in spite of them.

Austin asks us to move through the tangible grief within WCBR to see the beacons of light she’s offered in the sacred space of shared humanity. She doesn’t tug at us to touch these spaces, rather, as she gently guides us through we find that we cannot help but brush against them. The light seeps through no matter how hard we try to ignore it. And in doing so, we may just find our own shared connections with Sigrid and Margit – a tiny parcel of humanity of our own.

Advice : I wish you well on your journey into We Could Be Rats. I say so confidently because I feel so strongly that you should read this book. It’s beautiful, it flows well and reads quickly, and it’s an important story whose aspects will likely reach each reader in completely different ways. Add this one to your list.

How We Heal Review

Book: How We Heal
Author: La June Montgomery Tabron
Publisher: Disruption Books
Year: 2025
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “From a vivid portrait of her childhood in 1960s Detroit to her leadership of one of the world’s largest philanthropic institutions, La June shares her full-circle, American story – a coming-of-age journey where she gains a firsthand understanding of how systemic racism prevents our children and communities from thriving and learns about the transformative role healing can play in helping all of us transcend the legacy of racial inequity.
As she rises to her position as the first female and first African American leader of the W.K. Kellogg Foundation, La June experiences the power of sharing and listening with empathy. And with the help of mentors and colleagues, she refines the message that will guide the foundation’s mission for years to come : Healing can begin only with truth telling.
Empowered by the mission set forth by its founder to support children and families, the foundation explores a racial healing framework that transforms communities and individuals around the world – from small rural towns and big cities across the United States, including La June’s own beloved Detroit, to Mexico, Haiti, and beyond.
How We Heal serves as a testament to the power of transformation and a blueprint for how each of us, no matter who we are or how we lead, can use racial healing to move from trust to empathy, from understanding to repair – one conversations and one connection at a time.”

Review : Whew. That’s a heck of a synopsis, isn’t it? And though How We Heal is a mere 212 pages long (in ARC form), much like the back-cover synopsis, it packs a lot into those 200-odd pages. While La June spends time detailing what her childhood was like growing up in Eastside Detroit both prior to and after the Detroit Rebellion in 1966, it’s worth noting that the majority of the book describes in detail the work she has and continues to do at the W.K. Kellogg foundation, first as COO and currently as CEO, among other titles. How We Heal is less about La June herself and more about the work that’s been facilitated through the Foundation and through the people who have been impacted by the Foundation’s charitable worn. While the start of the book engages the reader as, perhaps not strictly memoir, but more so memoir adjacent, it’s worth knowing before you dive in that it is decidedly not a memoir.

La June, a direct descendant of Isaiah Thornton Montgomery, the founder of the Reconstruction era town of Mound Bayou, Mississippi, describes the pitfalls and structures of power imbalance that have served to create racial imbalances and divides throughout the United States. And while she would have every right to broach this topic with hate-laced accusations and pointed fingers, La June instead describes what she calls the empathy deficit to explain much of what has stunted racial equity and growth, if not rolled back progress entirely. Rather than assuming that the growth of opportunities and formulation of protections around basic human rights might take all of the above away from those who are not Black or Hispanic or Asian or Indigenous, empathy reminds us that we are all worthy and capable of having access to spaces of growth, stable and safe housing, and quality job opportunities with good wages. When racial equity exists, when we find ourselves within diverse communities, studies show time and time again that we all thrive. It isn’t an us vs them narrative presented within How We Heal, it is very much so the opposite, with La June asking us to imagine a world in which our country outgrows its flawed beginnings and continuous, subsequent failings. As La June says “…through inclusivity, we could make the table bigger.” (How We Heal)

Detailing her decades of work at the Kellogg Foundation, La June describes how the Foundation transformed from a world in which race was an unmentionable topic to a world in which the Kellogg foundation runs multiple racial healing circles throughout the world in order to bridge divides between any number of groups of people. Describing the necessary work at play within the Foundation’s days in the early 2000s as it began to transition into a space that directly addressed racial divides and inequity, a member of the board of trustees, Joe Stewart said (paraphrased by Montgomery Tabron) “Either work to fulfill the dreams of everyone in this nation or tear down the Statue of Liberty.” Because we come from a country whose very foundation was built on the backs of enslaved people and Indigenous massacre, we cannot simply step into the realm of reconciliation without actively addressing the root problems, working toward transformation, and find ways to unite. Enter : TRHT, or Truth, Racial Healing, and Transformation – a project created by those working within the Kellogg Foundation to bring spaces of true healing into diverse communities impacted by racism, a history of redlining, systemic poverty, gun violence, even apartheid. Racial healing circles are designed based on Indigenous practices worldwide and TRHT has been facilitating circles of healing, understanding, and equity for decades, attempting to reach as many people as possible. When it comes to a blueprint for healing, this is it. La June shares so many stories of positive impact within these racial healing circles, it feels almost hard to believe at times. Rather than creating spaces where fingers are pointed and injustices are gripped tightly to, racial healing circles exist to create spaces of radical transformation through understanding and forgiveness. When we are able to fully hear and see where those who have different lived experiences than us are coming from, we can begin to repair something that began as fundamentally broken.

While How We Heal read at times like a proposal for a board meeting, it was deeply informative, well researched, and concise. It laid out a foundation for our path forward, it did more than present the scary facts and figures, it laid out the work the Kellogg Foundation has been doing for a century to combat those figures – going even further to explain how individuals and groups around the globe could be (and have been) taking steps of their own using the very blueprint the Kellogg Foundation uses to create radical healing where it’s so desperately needed. It’s encouraging to me to read a book like this, particularly as we see racial divides deepening, knowing that healing has a way forward. It can and does exist. There’s hope here. And that’s something you can’t buy – or maybe you can, in the form of this book. I found myself crying multiple times during my reading of this book – the stories of hope, forgiveness, healing, and transformation are incredibly moving. It’s well worth the read.

Advice : I think this is a worthwhile read for anyone who is genuinely interested in seeing healing take place on a global scale, anyone who lives in cities with racial disparities (that’s most of us!), or anyone who’s interested in a new take on an old problem. You’re going to want to read this one.

Murder at Gulls Nest Review

Book: Murder at Gulls Nest
Author: Jess Kidd
Publisher: Atria books
Year: 2025
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “I believe every one of us at Gulls Nest is concealing some kind of secret.
1954: When letters from Frieda, her dependable former novice, stop arriving, Nora Been asks to be released from her vows. Haunted by a line in one of Frieda’s letters, Nora arrives at Gulls Nest, a boarding house filled with lively characters.
A seaside town, a place of fresh air and relaxed constraints, is the perfect place for a new start. Nora hides her identity and pries into the lives of her fellow guests. But when a series of bizarre murders rattles the occupants of Gulls Nest, it’s time to ask whether a dark past can ever really be left behind.”

Review : If ever there was a book (and book cover, for that matter) for me, Murder at Gulls Nest is it. As a lifetime lover of Agatha Christie and a familiar soul in the mystery section of the bookstore, Gulls Nest called to me immediately. It’s worth noting that this book is being marketed as the first in a series – I couldn’t be happier to hear it! And now that I’ve devoured this one, sadly, the wait begins for book two. Jess Kidd has crafted a perfectly cozy, wonderfully intriguing, and marvelously enjoyable whodunit, complete with an amateur sleuth hell bent on doing her own thing, potentially because she’s simply better at this than the actual detectives on the case; a small town filled with interesting characters and all manner of crime; and the back-and-forth, will they / won’t they banter between our protagonist and the town’s slightly cinematic, slightly heroic, slightly overworked detective inspector. What isn’t there to love?

Nora Breen, formerly Sister Agnes, has left her post at the convent, released her vows, and joined the outside world as a middle aged woman with a head for solving puzzles and an interest in what life outside the habit and wimple might actually entail. Kidd has created such whit within Nora’s character, rounding her out and giving depth to someone we’ll spend an entire book alongside – it made for a truly enjoyable and unputdownable book. Nora, following in the footsteps of her friend and former novice, Frieda, is bound and determined to find out what’s going on. Similarly to Nora, Frieda has recently entered the outside world as someone other than a nun, however unlike Nora, Frieda did so for medical reasons. Being afflicted with some kind of heart and lung condition, Frieda was advised to take to the sea, for the brisk and salty air were a balm for her condition. Upon arriving at Gulls Nest, a boardinghouse complete with mysterious long-term boarders and rife with gossip, Frieda begins to fulfill the singular promise she made to Nora when she left : she wrote a letter a week to tell of her new adventure. When Frieda’s letters stop arriving, Nora knows something has gone terribly wrong. Despite her best efforts to convince her Mother Superior that Frieda would never simply break a promise and stop writing, the consensus (among nearly every person she encounters throughout the book) is that Frieda is out living her life, no need to worry. Nora disagrees, and being someone who sees connections where others might not, she knows she cannot sit back and allow her friend to be in potential danger. So she leaves.

** Spoilers Ahead **

It would be difficult to review this book without giving SOME spoilers away, but don’t fret! I promise I won’t tell you who did it, you’ll have to read it for yourself to find out.

Nora arrives at Gulls Nest, under the guise of a former nurse (which, in fact, she was), with a small stipend, a few hand-me-down dresses, and all the gumption in the world. She begins to casually insert herself into the lives of her fellow boarders at Gulls Nest, having rented the room that once belonged to her friend. She reveals her mission to the local detective inspector, one Inspector Rideout, and causes much damage to the police station by way of a thrown shoe – or two. Something I loved immediately about how Nora was written was that not only did we find her grappling with life in the outside world after several decades of life in a convent, we immediately get to know her as so much more than a former nun and nurse. From making friends with the gull who likes to hang out on her windowsill (who she affectionately names Father Patrick Conway, after the priest who saw her through her own novice), to mild harassment of the local police force, to completely ignoring Inspector Rideout’s assessment of her missing friend, to smoking cigarettes just to do it, to riding in fast cars because it was purported to be an enjoyable aspect of life, there is no shortage of facets to our lively protagonist; Nora is a force all her own.

Unlike Sherlock Holmes or even Hercule Poirot, Nora Breen is not indescribably smarter than the average reader – something I enjoy a great deal in a murder mystery. We are given the chance, as readers, to take in just as much information as our protagonist does, meaning we have every opportunity to solve this murder for ourselves. Or maybe I should say murders. Once Nora arrives at Gulls Nest, believing she’s there to solve the case of her missing friend, two more boarders end up dead, most certainly murdered. I was grateful to find that while I did, in fact, solve the murder a little more quickly than our Nora, I didn’t solve it right away or even without much reading. I made it through a good portion of the book before I came to any kind of conclusion, having jumped between several theories at different times and that feels like the making of a good, classic whodunit. We get to be the amateur detective here and that’s something I’ll always appreciate – no missing or hidden clues from the reader, no information we couldn’t possibly have known, just pure and simple, straightforward sleuthing for clues, compiling information, and attention to detail.

Kidd has done an excellent job with her first installment in the Nora Breen Investigation series and I look forward to additional mysteries to come! This is clearly not her first rodeo, having written several book prior to this. The layout flowed well, the pacing made sense, and though it was written in the present tense, which is not my favorite, though the fact that this post is written largely in the present tense is not lost on me, it read easily and without confusion. The fact that I didn’t solve the mystery right off the bat, that I became invested in the whole cast of characters, and that I was sad when it ended and I wasn’t able to order book two immediately all make this a great read in my humble opinion.

Advice : If you enjoy a good mystery, this is going to be a must read for you! This book is for anyone who enjoys Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, Sherlock Holmes, or any of the classics. You’re going to love it, I just know it.

Any Human Power Review

Book: Any Human Power
Author: Manda Scott
Publisher: September Publishing
Year: 2024
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “As Lan lies dying, she makes a promise that binds her long into the Beyond. Fifteen years later, her teenage granddaughter, Kaitlyn, triggers an international storm of outrage that unleashes the rage of a whole betrayed generation. For one shining fragment of time, the world is with her. But then the backlash begins and soon she and those closest to her find themselves facing the wrath of the old establishment, who will use every dirty trick in the book to fight them off.
Watching over the growing chaos is Lan, who taught them all to think independently, approach power skeptically and dream with clear intent. She knows more than one generation’s hopes are on the line. Nothing less than the future of humanity stands in the balance.
Grand in scope, rich in courageous characters who breathe new life into ancient wisdom, here is a dream of a better future : a world we’d be proud to leave to our children and their children and on, generations down the line.”

Review : It all started with a tweet. Fifteen years after the death of our narrator, Lan, we find her teenage granddaughter, Kaitlin, checking in with her Uncle Niall before sending a single incendiary tweet into the world, to be seen by her many thousands of followers, a tweet that holds the power to change the entire world. It seems impossible, doesn’t it? Before I began this book, I couldn’t fathom what kind of power a single tweet might have in the landscape of our ever moving headlines : where horrifying news breaking nearly hourly is the norm, where all one needs to do is step out of the limelight for a comment that didn’t age too well to be forgotten, where we brush aside some of the most horrific statements from politicians on a regular basis. And then I read Any Human Power and I understood.

Let me back up. Before we dive into this book, before I recommend you read this book (and believe me, I will), you need to know what you’re getting yourself into. Content warnings for Any Human Power include existential themes such as climate change, a sense of impending doom, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts and ideations, examples of characters committing suicide on page, gun violence, political extremism, stalking, doxxing, harassment, paparazzi, discussions of addiction, and death both as a tangible concept (ie, death of a loved one) as well as Death / Afterlife as a location. That sounds like a lot and frankly, it is, but my greatest hope is that this list will simply prepare you for the reality of this book and not keep you from diving in. At the end of the day Any Human Power is a mirror reflecting our current reality back to us and that can feel quite overwhelming, particularly in the form of a 500 page book, but believe me when I tell you this book is a blueprint for a better world. We need only read to understand.

I was given this book as a review copy after it’s publication, not as an advanced copy, and I was told it was a thrutopian novel. Now, this was a new word for me and I had to go googling to figure out what thrutopian might mean, so if you’re in the same boat I found myself in, let me help : “It’s not dystopian. It’s not utopian. It’s a thrutopia where people fight through the obstacles to get to the future that we want…[books that] inspire you that hope and optimism are not only possible, but critical to changing the ending of our story as human beings.” (Aya de León) Trutopian, indeed. Any Human Power, as stated above, offers a blueprint for how our world might genuinely change, we need only find those with the drive, the resources, and the determination to see real and lasting change for the greater good rather than the individual or individual groups as part rather than the whole.

So, like I said, it all started with a tweet. Or rather, it all started with the death of a matriarch, Lan. On her deathbed, mere moments before departing our world for Beyond, Lan makes a single promise to her young grandson, Finn : if he ever needs her, if it’s possible, if it’s within her power, she will come. As she steps into the Beyond and meets her guide, a Crow she met previously within the world of Dreams, she realizes she cannot pass beyond this intermediary space; the power of her promise has tethered her to Finn until he releases her or dies. Little does she know her promise will be a beacon of light and a powerful thread of hope in the darkness of her family’s collective lives over the next two decades as her promise grows and her power to hold her family together intensifies.

Through Any Human Power we experience not only hyper-realistic depictions of our current reality (though, it’s worth noting that if you’re in the US and not in the UK, not every aspect of this book will be quite as easily relatable) from Gen Z very real worry that they are not guaranteed a career and a mortgage or even a habitable planet if things do not dramatically change with immediacy, to the political extremism that infiltrates social platforms, radicalizing those who are most vulnerable, leaving a trail of bodies in its wake. To be completely honest, this book required a solid break about midway through for me. I was unable to read it through in one go, I had to pick up a few lighter books before I was able to finish it – gun violence will do that to you. Some things are truly too real, simultaneously, some things should not be looked away from. The two are true within this book. Any Human Power holds a mirror up to our lives and asks us to take an unflinching look at how tremendously wrong life has gone, all in service of the almighty Capitalism. It asks us not to shy away, because we’ve shied away for far too long. Now is the time for witnessing, for collective action, and for liberation through community care.

Scott has truly created a timely, powerful, and wildly important masterpiece. I would go so far as to call this a work of genius. Not only does she shine a light on the intensity and immeasurable suffering our world experiences at the hands of corruption and out of control consumerism, they also pave a way forward step by step with meticulously detailed instructions. There are somewhere around 200 pages of this book that are dedicated to answering the question what now? Scott tackles governmental reform and from this space a domino effect takes place – once we reform how our governments operate and where their priorities lie, then we begin to reframe and reshape our corporations, our communities, and our globe. My only note about this book is that Scott resides in the UK and their characters reside within the UK, so govermental reform is dedicated to Parliament which I have only the most rudimentary understanding of. There were many aspects of this plan that would not translate to government within the United States, and even priorities which are not quite as high on the list of things that might need to be adjusted here as there, but beyond these technicalities, in the right hands…my god. This book could serves as the catalyst for true global change. Any Human Power asks that we put people first, that we consider communities as more important than money, and insists on full financial transparency within the government and corporations. It has completely challenged me and changed me – I cannot express the gratitude I feel enough. The relief to know what life could be is profound.

While so much of Any Human Power exists within a deeply grounded reality, equally we spend time in the Beyond, Between life and after-life with Lan, with those beings who are beyond gods, beyond time and space and all human concept. We exist in a world that layers itself on top of ours, we enter into the void and parse timelines with intense precision while sweat drips down our brow, and we come to understand that the truest, greatest human power is love.

Advice : Any Human Power quotes both Ursula K. LeGuinn and Angela Y. Davis to remind us that capitalism is not the be-all, end-all and to encourage us to live each day as if a better world was possible – because it is. If you have climate anxiety, if you work in the realm of grassroots organization, if you want to see things change and change for good and change with speed, if you have resources available or know people who do, if you’re on the cutting edge of technology, or if you work in tech at all, if you love people, if you want to see community care prevail in the face of an ever-widening political canyon, if you believe in cooperative living, if you refuse to take your eyes off the suffering of the world, if you can’t see a future for yourself, your age group, or those younger than you…read this book. Don’t look away when it gets hard. Keep reading. Keep going. Run. Don’t walk. Pick this one up immediately.

Wooing the Witch Queen Review

Book: Wooing the Witch Queen
Author: Stephanie Burgis
Publisher: Bramble
Year: 2024
Rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “Queen Saskia is the wicked sorceress everyone fears. After successfully wrestling the throne from her evil uncle, she only wants one thing : to keep her people safe from the empire next door. For that, she needs to spend more time in her laboratory experimenting with her spells. She definitely doesn’t have time to bring order to her chaotic library of magic.
When a mysterious dark wizard arrives at her castle, Saskia hires him as her new librarian on the spot. “Fabian” is sweet and a little nerdy, and his requests seem a bit strange – what in the name of Divine Elva is a fountain pen? – but he’s getting the job done. And if he writes her flirtatious poetry and his innocent touch makes her skin burn, well…
Little does Saskia know that the “wizard” she’s falling for is actually an Imperial archduke in disguise, with no magical training whatsoever. On the run, with perilous secrets on his trail and a fast-growing yearning for the wicked sorceress, he’s in danger from her enemies and her newfound allies, too. When his identity is finally revealed, will their love save or doom each other?”

Review : Wooing the Witch Queen was a cute, quick romantasy-ish book about two people who are ultimately misunderstood by those around them. I call it romatasy-ish because while it is a fantasy and it’s being published under Bramble, a romance novel imprint of Tor Books, the actual romance aspect of this book was…light. I think if this were a movie it might be rated PG-13 for implied nudity; the romance aspect of the book was mild, took the entire book to develop, and was about as closed-door as it gets without actually being a closed-door romance, take that how you will!

Outside the actual romance of the novel, which the synopsis seems to more than imply is the majority of the book, the actual plot of Wooing the Witch Queen centers around Saskia’s immediate threat to the throne she stole from her uncle – largely from her neighbors, seemingly under the order of the Archduke Felix.

** Warning, spoilers ahead! **

Being as quick as this read was, there’s very little I could say here that wouldn’t be a fairly immediate spoiler, so let’s just dive into it. What Saskia, or the rest of the surrounding kingdoms for that matter, doesn’t know is that Felix is simply a figure-head, someone who has been held prisoner, who has no formal diplomatic training, and who has no say in what his kingdom does or doesn’t do. On the night his traitorous family is poised to murder him and turn him into a martyr, Felix makes an escape to the only Imperial who has been able to hold off his in-laws : Saskia. Wearing what he doesn’t realize is the cloak of a dark wizard, Felix escapes while donning a swooping hooded cape. When he arrives at Saskia’s court, she assumes he’s a dark wizard answering her call for a temporary laborer to arrange her magical library. Without allowing Felix to get a word in edgewise, Saskia hires him and permits him to wear a mask – something that is, apparently, typical for dark wizards.

The remainder of the book follows this path : Felix bumbles his way through his task, only capable of organizing a magical library because he’s only ever been allowed to participate in the arts, Saskia falls for his gentle personality, and no one seems to be any wiser until he finally reveals himself to her at the end of the book. Ultimately, I found this story to be mildly cute but of no great importance or need to be told, the romance was more actually romantic than what you might expect out of a romance novel, and Felix’s character is written like the reversal of every female protagonist written by a man – deeply hard to believe, full of strange character traits that sound more like a woman who didn’t have any diversity in her beta readers, and not all that interesting when it’s all said and done.

Finally, I found the plot to be thin and weak, Felix’s background was never fleshed out, and I found myself with questions I didn’t ultimately find answers to. I think the trouble with writing a fantasy novel is you have to create a story that’s compelling enough that the reader finds themselves willingly reading about the politics of a world that is wholly made up – if you create a world the reader isn’t invested in, there’s then no incentive for them to involve themselves with the minutiae. Sadly, Burgis did not succeed in compelling me to care about the politics of the world she crafted and so during moments of political discourse (which comprised a good deal of the book), I found myself bored and uninterested. I was never given the chance to become invested in the world when the book moved so quickly and never fully explained the main characters backgrounds in a way that felt satisfactory. Overall, this book was fine.

Advice : If you pick up any romantasy you can get your hands on, maybe this will be for you! If you prefer more romance, more fantasy, more everything…well, maybe this isn’t going to be the one. It might be worth checking out from your local library.

Scrap Review

Book: Scrap
Author: Calla Henkel
Publisher: The Overlook Press
Year: 2024
Rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “Recently dumped and stuck with the mortgage, artist Esther Ray wants to burn down the world, but instead, she reluctantly accepts a scrapbooking job from the deliriously wealthy Naomi Duncan. The scrapbooks, a secret birthday gift for Naomi’s husband, Bryce, trace the Duncan’s twenty-five-year marriage. The conditions : Esther must include every piece of paper she’s been sent, must sign and NDA, and must only contact Naomi using the burner phone provided. Otherwise, she’ll spoil the surprise.
As Esther binges true-crime podcasts and works through the nearly two hundred books of Duncan detritus, she finds herself infatuated with the gilded family – until, mid-project, Naomi dies suspiciously. When Esther becomes convinced the husband killed her, she uses the scrapbooks’ trove of information to insert herself into the Duncan’s lives to prove it. But the more Esther investigates, the further she is dragged back to the scorched earth of her own past in the art world.
Laced with pitch-black humor and conspiratorial unease, Scrap is a razor-sharp examination of wealth and power, art and truth, of the line between justices and revenge – and who gets to cross it.”

Review : Sigh. Dear reader, I have struggled with how to write this review. In fact, this is my second try – my first felt…not quite right. I think the struggle I find with reviewing this book is, as I sit down to do this I find that I have reviewed this book before. And before you say anything, no I don’t mean you can scroll back and find Scrap reviewed in the annals of this blog, what I mean to say is this :

In the realm of thriller novels featuring a female narrator, there’s a pretty standard outline whose basic structure is as follows : a woman with some level of mental instability witnesses or becomes aware of some kind of crime; she attempts to investigate on her own despite a crumbling foundation of stability and awareness; she attempts to bring the crime to light by sharing what’s going on with the people in her life and / or the police; her credibility is questioned, maybe laughed at, never believed; she continues to investigate despite all logic saying otherwise; she finds herself in a stick situation where she very well might die; somehow, miraculously, she is saved from impending doom, the criminals are put behind bars, and her credibility is restored at least in part; the book ends.

Sound familiar? I’ve said it before and it remains true, you could head to your nearest bookstore, plant yourself in front of the thriller section, close your eyes, and grab a book at random and find the exact scenario outlined above in a good percentage of the modern thrillers you’d find on the shelf. In fact, this idea is so not unique to me, a mini series was made based on this exact premise : The Woman in the House Across the Street from the Girl in the Window. We’re being handed novel after novel after novel (written by different authors) all with the same regurgitated outline and being asked to be okay with it. Frankly, I’m not.

I wanted Scrap to be different; I hoped it would be unique. It was, sadly, not.

Henkel begins the novel by creating a world in which I cannot trust the storytelling right off the bat, by telling the reader that Esther and her now ex fiancé lived in a mountain cabin on 5 acres of land near Asheville, NC they bought for a whopping $110,000. Read that again. Now, I’m not sure what world Henkel lives in, where anything in the Asheville area would cost as little as $110,000, let alone a cabin with a garage slash workspace big enough to host a yoga class in, or say, 200 some boxes of papers for scrapbooking, on ANY acreage, but it certainly isn’t our 2024 world. Or our 2023 world. Or our 2022 world. And, while Esther is not reduced to the wine guzzling woman we so regularly see in these books, she does have a crumbling foundation, one foot barely grounded in reality as she binges true crime podcast after true crime podcast ad nauseam, working herself into an over exaggerated sense of justice.

We find Esther so hyped up by the idea that the police either can’t or won’t do their jobs that throughout the novel she comes to see herself as some kind of vigilante carrying out justice for those who might not otherwise see it served. As she begins to deep dive investigate the death of her employer, she begins to refer to herself as a podcaster, despite not even remotely having a podcast, spiraling further and further out of control. I found Scrap to be difficult to read at times, in a secondhand embarrassment kind of way, cringing at the lengths Esther would willingly go to, seemingly without any sense of self awareness, to find the so-called answers she was seeking. It was difficult to find myself wanting to continue to pick this book up.

I don’t think this book requires a long, drawn out review diving into the meaning of the book. It fit the outline I mentioned above, it was filled with plot holes (particularly at the end), and it was wholly unoriginal.

Advice : If you really, really enjoy thrillers, you just might like this one. If you like a queer FMC, a slow descent into madness, or the idea of an idyllic hippy village where you have to go down a mountain for wi-fi, you might just find yourself getting sucked into this one. If, however, you prefer something that makes you think, something that you can’t see coming a mile away, this is probably not going to be the one for you. And that’s okay.

Tilt Review

Book: Tilt
Author: Emma Pattee
Publisher: Marysue Rucci Books
Year: 2025
Rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “Annie is nine moths pregnant. She’s shopping for a crib at Ikea. That’s when the massive earthquake hits. There’s nothing to do but walk.
Set over the course of one day – a heart-racing debut about a woman facing the unimaginable and trying to get to safety.”

Review : To be honest, I don’t remember requesting this ARC and had I known what it was about, I’m certain I wouldn’t have. And, while I try to be as objective as possible with how I review books, in truth the score I gave this book is, at least in part, a reflection of how I feel about natural disaster storylines – that is to say, I hate them.

There were so many aspects of this book that made it feel too real for me. Not only is the narrator my age, her husband is my partner’s age, and their struggle felt like a carnival mirror reflection of our own struggle. The entirety of Tilt might best be described as a millennial existential dystopian nightmare. We follow Annie through the literal earth shattering event she lives through on the day of the earthquake, but we also bounce back and forth between her life before marriage, pregnancy, and stalling out midway through her 30s, stuck and unable to move forward thanks to an unstable economy and a husband who cannot find meaningful work. Truly, this book is a millennial hellscape nightmare not many of us are capable of crawling our way out of, and to add to it the specter of a city-leveling earthquake…oof. This novel made me physically ill to read, I’m not even exaggerating. It made me nauseous. I’m going to say something I rarely say about books here : I hated it. And maybe that was Pattee’s intent, it sure seemed so, at least; perhaps that’s not worth lowering the score of this book any further. I believe I felt exactly what I was meant to feel when I read this book, but sadly I don’t enjoy reading things that make me ill. I put them down and never pick them back up again. Which is exactly what I’ll do with Tilt. I read it, it’s over, we won’t be returning.

There are further reasons beyond the visceral reaction I had to Tilt that attributed to the 3.5 star rating I gave this book, so let’s talk about them. First, while I know this is an advanced copy, I did find several inconsistencies in the story telling that served to take me directly out of the fictional reality Pattee created. We’re told over and over again that Annie is wearing a romper, so many times throughout the novel do we hear about Annie’s romper, that when she has someone feel her stomach by putting their hand under her shirt, it was with some relief that I was immediately yanked right out of the story. We also find Annie using the restroom in a looted gas station, a gas station where the electricity has gone out, and yet she closes the bathroom door and in the complete darkness is able to see the blood and dust coating her legs and shoes. I’ve been in many a public restroom where the lights are out (though, not from an earthquake, I assure you!), I can’t bring myself to understand how she was able to see clearly in a closed room with no lighting. Finally, perhaps my number one grievance with the entire story : the book begins with a map of Portland: where Annie lives, where she and her husband work, and where the earthquake takes place. I’m always grateful for a map, particularly if there’s travel involved, I like to flip back and forth and see where our characters are going, get a visual understanding of what’s going on. But the map Pattee provided for us is wildly lacking – there are so many chapters that are headlined by the cross streets Annie finds herself at, but those cross streets are almost exclusively not included in the map. Why bother including a map at all if a huge portion of the book’s landmarks aren’t even on the map in the first place? Either include a map with the cross streets you took your time to tell us about, or don’t include a map at all. This frustration alone was enough to make me drop this book’s rating to 3.5 – do it right or don’t do it. Period.

*** Spoilers Ahead ***

Finally, this book ends the way a realistic natural disaster might end – without a happy ending. There’s no bow tied up at the end of this book for us, and while I generally prefer a book to move me rather than give me something unrealistic, in some situations it might be preferable to finding out our main character’s husband has probably died, crushed under the weight of a building he wasn’t even supposed to be at that day. It might be preferable to the day-of earthquake delivery she gives to her baby in the woods near her apartment, uncertain if anyone she knows is even alive, if her building is even standing, and with absolutely no means of getting to a hospital for care. I hated every part of this book. From start to finish. Hated it.

And listen, I read that Pattee is a climate activist and writer for several bigger publications, she should know that doom and gloom surrounding climate change actually have the opposite impact on most people. Scenarios where we see the worst of the worst played out turn people off to the very real dangers of climate change – we can’t handle the anxiety and dread someone like Pattee piles on top of us while we simultaneously live through horror after horror. This novel did not have a profound impact on me beyond making me wish I’d never read it. It certainly didn’t make me want to care more about climate change (and trust me when I say I already do. A lot.). It did make me want to huck this book at the wall and tell all my friends not to read it. We’re already existing amongst the horrors. We don’t need a reminder of how much worse it could be. Many of us are already doing the work, engaging grassroots efforts, and attempting to make the world a better place in our own ways; piling additional, fictional, horrors onto the situation makes things worse. I will die on this hill.

Advice : If you have anxiety of any kind, if you have fears about climate change, if you’re a millennial, if you or someone you know is struggling to find work, if you find yourself priced out of the housing market, if you got married because you needed health insurance or maybe your partner did, do not read this book. Trust me. Don’t read it. It isn’t worth it. Your mental health will thank you for not reading this one.

Creation Lake Review

Book: Creation Lake
Author: Rachel Kushner
Publisher: Scribner
Year: 2024
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis : “Creation Lake is a novel about a secret agent, a thirty-four-year-old American woman of ruthless tactics and clean beauty who is sent to do dirty work in France. “Sadie Smith” is how the narrator introduces herself to the rural commune of French subversives on whom she is keeping tabs, and her lover, Lucien, a young and well-born Parisian she has met by “cold bump” – making him believe the encounter was accidental. Like everyone she targets, Lucien is useful to her and used by her. Sadie operates by strategy and dissimulation, based on what her “contacts” – shadowy figures in business and government – instruct. First, these contacts want her to incite provocation. Then they want more.
In this region of old farms and prehistoric caves, Sadie becomes entranced by a mysterious figure named Bruno Lacombe, a mentor to the young activists who believes that the path to emancipate is not revolt but a return to the ancient past. Just as Sadie is certain she’s the seductress and puppet master of those she surveils, Bruno is seducing her with his ingenious counter-histories, his artful laments, his own tragic story.
Written in short, vaulting sections, Rachel Kushner’s rendition of “noir” is taut and dazzling. Creation Lake is Kushner’s finest achievement yet – a work of high art, high comedy, and unforgettable pleasure.”

Review : I was absolutely mesmerized by Creation Lake, it pulled me in and wrapped me up and by the time I was done I had no idea what I’d just read. It was perfect. Kushner has woven a tale that on the surface may be simply read as an engaging spy novel and nothing more, and maybe it’s okay to read it that way and never delve any deeper. But, like an onion, this novel has layers. For most of the book, Kushner bounces between two perspectives, the first being “Sadie” our narrator whose real name we never learn, the second being the hacked email messages of an environmental activist named Bruno Lacombe. Sadie has been tasked with infiltrating and determining the motives behind a small, rural commune in France, a commune who believes in renewing and sustaining cultural farming practices, sometimes by any means necessary. She hacks the email communications between the commune and, who she affectionately refers to as, Bruno (Lacombe to the members of the commune) and spends about one third of the book reading his missives on truly ancient communities, species, and what he perceives to be the evolution of mankind as we know it.

Tucked in tightly within the narration, we find little cracks in Sadie’s story, the one she’s been telling us. I hesitate to call Sadie an unreliable narrator, but we do only get her side of the story and the side of the story she tells is just as carefully crafted for our eyes (by Kushner) as it is for the eyes of the French subversives she’s infiltrating. Sadie projects herself as confident, at times conniving, and self-assured. She knows who she is, she knows what she’s good at, nothing matters beyond that. And yet. And yet. As the story unravels, we begin to catch glimpses into Sadie’s past, into the assignments that have gone wrong, the time spent entrapping innocent people, the subsequent loss of her government job. We begin to see the threads that hold this story so closely and delicately woven, catching light, fraying just a little, tugging at the seams.

Sadie begins to form a connection with Bruno, a connection that will forever remain one-sided, but a connection nonetheless. She relates to what he has to say about the nature of humankind, the nature of our evolutionary process from Homo Erectus to modern humanity, she eagerly opens new emails from Bruno to the commune, turning the philosophies over in her mind, ruminating on them beneath dappled sunlight, allowing herself to get involved with a subject of her assignment – even if no one knows she’s done it. Even if she doesn’t even realize it herself. As Bruno’s philosophy begins to shift and change and ebb and flow, so too does Sadie’s experience as an agent. She begins to get sloppy, she reminisces more, fear creeps in, and she begins to morph from an analytical, strategic agent to a messy, guilt-ridden employee. All the while, continuing to keep up the pretense both with the reader and with the commune that she is who she says she is. It’s safe to say, neither are fooled.

I found this book to be deeply compelling. Kushner wrote Bruno is such a way that I found myself equally as compelled as Sadie by his words, waiting for the next time his emails would turn up in the book’s pages, diving deeper and deeper into his version of history, thinking of it even without the book in my lap. It was riveting, it continues to live in my mind. I thought about this book for a long time after I finished it, chewing it over, turning back through events in my mind, trying to parse where things went wrong, what the greater meaning might be. There’s an inherent sense of oneness that comes from Bruno’s writings, an idea that we aren’t any different than anyone else, despite what our philosophical systems might be, an idea that stems from early humanity; that for all our differences, there might be more similarities than we expect; that this could change our entire worldview if we let it; that maybe it should. At the same time, there’s a thread of guilt that weaves its way through the story, unraveling Sadie’s persona and permeating her entire being, pulling at the mask she wears, both as Sadie Smith and as the narrator. We never fully see her for who she is, but by the time the novel is over, we’ve touched something real.

At the end of the day, this book contains the multitudes that exist within every person. The mask we wear around each other, the atrocities we commit in the name of ego, the way we differentiate ourselves from each other, all the while knowing somewhere deep within ourselves that if you boil each of us down, we’re really the same. There’s a lot of accurate history telling that happens throughout this book, too. Some of it is overwhelmed by Bruno’s own ideas about life and history and evolution, but much of it comes from the real world outside this book and I think that is what makes Bruno’s emails so compelling. We connect with them because we see ourselves in them, just like Sadie did. It made her more human in the end. Maybe it can make us more human, too.

Advice : Creation Lake is a must read. It’s riveting, it’s just high stakes enough without being an overwhelming anxiety trip, and it’s beautifully written.