Little White Lies, by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I don’t usually buy books that I haven’t already read except under very specific circumstances (like knowing the author and their books very well). I’ve made an exception to that rule a few times over the last three years for Book of the Month, but for the most part, buying unknown books is strictly a nope. That’s what libraries are for! That’s also what makes this particularly book unusual.

Not only was this an unknown-to-me novel, it was an unknown novel, period. This was a Blind Date With a Book selection at Nowhere Bookshop, and the only descriptors I had was in the following list: fish out of water; dangerous debutants; uncovered secrets; paternity search; southern charm. I haven’t included a description of the book in this review because that list of descriptors already sums the book up perfectly.

I’ll admit, I was surprised and a little concerned when I opened the wrapping on my Blind Date. Little White Lies is WAY outside my comfort zone. From the list, I knew it wouldn’t be exactly my typical book, but my impression from the cover and book jacket wasn’t the best. Of course, I knew when I chose it blindly that there was always the possibility that my money would be going to waste, that I would read a few pages and cull. But hey, you have to give it a chance, right?

And it turned out that this book is exactly what I needed! I was hooked immediately and sped through all almost-400 pages in two days. It was silly, and a bit unrealistic, and especially thick on the bless-your-heart stereotypes, and I loved every page of it. You can’t ask for a better experience than that. Someone at Nowhere has some good picking prowess!

While this book is mostly standalone, there are a few little hints and fallouts that need to be wrapped up. The sequel is called Deadly Little Scandals, and it looks to be the only follow-up. I will happily grab that one from the library and read it in the near future. Hopefully it lives up to the first!

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Sunday Coffee – Birthday Stuff

This year’s birthday had the potential to be a rough one. Not a particularly significant birthday; fell smack in the middle of the week during a week when Jason couldn’t take off because his team was up against a deadline; and my first birthday with none of my kids home. So I was feeling particularly vulnerable as the day approached, and Jason decided to spread my birthday throughout the week.

It started Saturday morning, with a trip to Nowhere Bookshop. Nowhere is a local indie bookshop founded by author Jenny Lawson. I’d been told I needed to go there for ages, but hadn’t managed to make it there yet. So that’s what we did Saturday morning, and I fell absolutely in love with this bookstore. We have one other indie bookstore in San Antonio, but it’s horrible. I’ve tried to go there a few times over the last couple decades and it never gets any better. Nowhere was brilliant. Of course, I overspent, coming home with 1) three books, including an unknown blind-date-with-a-book book; 2) a pin for my hiking bag; 3) more stickers than I should have brought home; 4) several book recommendations to check out from my library; and 5) the above-pictured coffee mug. I can already tell this is a place I want to hang out often. It will likely be detrimental to my wallet and my longstanding refusal to buy books that I haven’t yet read. Heh.

On Sunday, Jason and I went to the only place in town that has duckpin bowling. This is an activity that seems to be cursed for me. I tried to go with a group of friends in January, but right as we arrived, they were shutting down all the lanes for not properly responding. Last Sunday, the facility was super crowded and loud, and the line was very long. Also, it would have been almost $50 for us to play for an hour, whereas it would only be $10 if we played during certain hours M-Th. So we decided to come back on my birthday proper…only to have a large corporate group rent out the entire place not long before we arrived. Sigh. So still no duckpin bowling for me!

The plan on Wednesday, other than the bowling that didn’t happen, was very low key. In the morning, I wanted to go to Mildfire to get my favorite of their speciality drinks, a mocha java shake. I ended up going later during the morning than planned due to Stuff, and then when I got there, their blender was broken and I had to get a regular drink. Boo. At least I had a great book to sit with, and I treated myself to a scone as well. I’ll just have to go back next week and try for a belated birthday shake!

Not much else happened on the day-of. After bowling got taken off the table, Jason and I stopped by the Sanctuary because I had a gift card, but I didn’t find anything I loved enough to buy this time around. We ended up going out to eat at one of our local favorites, Salsalitos, because I wanted comfort food. Jason had spread out my gifts over several days, so I opened the last one, which was the 50mm portrait lens I’d been lusting after for the last six months! (Photo of Angus was my first photo with the new lens.) And one of my three kiddos remembered to say happy birthday. Ha!

Friday, I hung out with some friends for brunch and books, which was delightful. Yesterday, I got to open my final incoming gift. At lunch today, Jason and I will have my birthday meal (laban ummo) and dessert (chocolate & mocha bavarois), and tonight, we’re meeting up with an old friend. (That last part has nothing to do with birthdays, but it’s serendipitous all the same!) After that, the celebrations are over, at least until next weekend, when there’s going to be a belated birthday bash with a group of my girlfriends that involves many of my favorite things. Def looking forward to that adventure!

So it was a vulnerable week, but also one in which I had so many lovely folks around me to bolster and cheer me. It ended up being really great, even if nothing went to plan.

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Lavender House, by Lev AC Rosen (audio)

When Andy Mills is outed and kicked off the police force in 1950s San Francisco, he doesn’t think life has much left in store for him. Then he’s approached by a rich woman who wants him to investigate the murder of her wife. Intrigued by her willingness to openly use the word wife, Andy accepts the job and is taken to Lavender House, where he discovers what seems to be a safe haven – a queer utopia fortified by money and thick walls. But there lies the trouble: If Lavender House is so safe, only someone on the inside could have committed the murder. Discovering the killer will inevitably shatter the illusion of family; leaving them to stay in the shadows will rot the family from within.

This is a very different kind of book than I normally read. It’s very hard-boiled private eye historical fiction, with a queer twist. I saw the book on the recommended shelf at a local indie bookshop, and was intrigued. My library had the e-audiobook available, so I downloaded and began to listen.

The book was good, kept me guessing all the way through, didn’t hold back when it came to describing the horrific treatment of queer folks in the time period, did a marvelous job of adding richness to the theme of found family. At the same time, I don’t see the book really sticking in my memory or holding any longterm place in my heart. I didn’t personally connect with the narrator, and because it was written in first person, all the other characters were filtered through his eyes. I guess I felt about it the way I feel about Sam Spade movies – fun to watch/read in the right mood, and not really my kind of thing on the regular. Doesn’t make it bad, just doesn’t make it great-for-me.

On the other hand, I applaud Rosen for what he did here, and for setting this up as a potential longterm private eye series. I like that he didn’t stay away from the realities of the time, even set in this utopia-like house. Maybe it’s just because this is out of my personal comfort zone, but I’ve never read anything like it, and I think it has potential to be a trailblazer.

Performance: Vikas Adam read the audiobook. It was my first experience with him, and I admit, it was not my favorite narration. I don’t know how much was Adam, and how much was the genre, but it sounded like he was reading to play up the hardboiled detective aspect. I didn’t like the voices, and I could not tell any of the women in the house apart. That last bit may be just because I was editing photos while I listened to the first half of the book, so my brain was divided, but even after that, I often had no idea who was who by voice. However, I’m willing to try Adam again in a different genre, to see if it’s just his style or the style he specifically chose for this book.

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February 2023 in Review

February has been a monster of a month! Not in a bad way, just very, very FULL. I had weeks where there were literally events or appointments going on daily, some of them taking up 16 hours a day! When I wasn’t running around the city, I was mostly on my computer, editing the many, many photoshoots I did this month. I had to cancel several things on my list purely due to exhaustion, including some hikes I’d really wanted to attend and the original date Jason and I planned for Valentine’s. All the busyness and running around led to two massive flares of my autoimmune disorder, and I had my first experience since August of full-on collapse with every bone and joint in my body enflamed. Oy. But honestly, it was worth it. February was a very fulfilling month as well as a full-filled month (ha!). I spent a lot of time with friends both new and old, explored new-to-me places, brought home new foster kittens, and got out of my comfort zone a lot to take the photos I wanted to take this month.

Reading and Watching
My reading was not as impressive or as extensive as in January. I’ve been up and about a lot of the time, so I’m more drawn to audio than print atm. My library has several e-audiobooks available for my BotM books (the physical ones sitting on my TBR shelf) but I’m currently stuck on hold lists, and that limited my reads in Feb. I ended up finishing four books, and unlike January (where I still haven’t picked a fave), there was a clear winner here: City of Nightmares.

Then there were those moments that I was down with a flare. My fingers and wrists hurt so badly that I couldn’t hold a book! While I didn’t watch much of anything in January, there were two big binge-watches in Feb. The first was the new Lockwood & Co series on Netflix. Great adaptation, as I’ve already written about. The second was the episodes-so-far in the newest Murdoch Mysteries season, which I finally have access to. I’ve been dying to get to these since they released starting back in September! One of these days, I need to sit down and watch the movies on my longtime to-watch list, but somehow a two-hour commitment feels far more tedious than watching a 45 min show…even if I watch four of those shows back to back…

Goals
I can’t say I’ve made much progress on non-photography goals this month, except for the ones that are continuous or month-to-month goals. And that’s okay. My photography goals are going well and I’m progressing in a way I truly love, unhindered by anything holding me back, so all is well.

Health/Fitness
As I’ve said, I had two massive flares this month, and a flare involves a spike in inflammation and a drop in mobility. It also messes with sleep, appetite, mood, and general ability to function. I was far more prepared to deal with these flares this time, and I was able to rest up and then resume life as planned for the most part. To me, that’s a win, even if it meant less overall movement/fitness.

Favorite Photos
Once again, these are excluding photoshoot-specific shots! There were quite a number of great shots this month.

Left to right, top row to bottom row: nectarine blossoms encased in ice; hikers gathered under an old, sprawling live oak tree; spiral downwards; Unicorn relaxing in our yard; the foster kitten life; a little boy peeking out from a playground tunnel

Clockwise from top left: America in 2023 – A Portrait of Decay; Marlie and her honorary grandmother; pond through grass; the newest parts of our family; Angus in his blanket-cave

Highlights of February
“Quite busy but also nice” – February, definitely

  • beautiful photos from the early ice storm, and thankfully none of our trees lost branches
  • meeting up with an aspiring model to collaborate on photo shoots; later doing our first collaboration together!
  • discovering (and binge-watching) the Lockwood & Co series; also finally getting to watch Murdoch
  • Petunia got adopted after only two days!
  • a day out at Mildfire, Knight Watch, and the Sanctuary with my friend Sisa
  • Tyler’s graduation, spending time with their family, and especially how welcome and inviting they’ve all been re: Ember
  • Lord Grey and Unicorn slowly getting to know each other and get comfortable around each other
  • exploring beautiful new-to-me trails!
  • watching the Superbowl with Jason, my kiddos all on text, my siblings also on a group chat because the Chief’s win all came down to the last seconds and to my brother’s former student (Harrison Butker)!
  • Morrigan and Katy became officially engaged!
  • kittens kittens kittens: triangle tails and screamy tabbies and tiny uncoordinated pounces
  • spending time out with Kristina, Melanie, and Marlie, including a toddler photoshoot in the park
  • playing velcro ax throwing with friends after a night off for a trash-TV party (ha!)
  • Nowhere Bookshop! It was my first visit to this local independent bookstore and I’m already hooked.
  • strawberry-picking with friends – my first time at a strawberry farm!

Coming up in March
I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, March is birthday central! Today is my birthday, and soon we’ll celebrate birthdays for my stepmom, youngest child, mother-in-law, future brother-in-law, father-in-law, a sister-in-law, and another brother-in-law. Hopefully I’ve remembered everyone! Three of those birthdays are all on the same day! Three more are back-to-back, three days in a row. Crazy month, yeah?

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Strawberry Fields

This weekend, my photo circle had a belated Galentine’s shoot scheduled at a local café and bakery. I did all the legwork to prepare for the shoot – going to the business to check out the different seating and light situations, talking to them about what we could/couldn’t do for a shoot, buying cute Galentine’s props, etc. There were originally four scheduled to come in addition to me, but as the day approached, all but one of those folks had to drop last minute for various life reasons. None of them were to blame, life happens, but the sudden collapse of everything I’d planned and done hit me harder than I like to admit. My emotions went into a tailspin, and my brain was scrambling to come up with alternatives. Can’t really do a Galentine’s shoot with one person, and even if I managed to find a second, the cozy café setting would make it look like a couple’s shoot.

I ended up chatting with the last person remaining, and another who really wanted to be there but was at the whims of the virus that had felled her family. We ended up re-planning for a different shoot at the end of the week, and I felt better. Then the next morning, another friend who didn’t originally think she could come to the Galentine’s shoot spoke up, and apparently was planning to be there after all. Furthermore, the friend whose family was sick discovered she was going to be free that day after all. If we hadn’t already rescheduled, the whole shoot would’ve worked out like we originally planned. Heh.

Conversation went into this tailspin of what-should-we-do-and-when, since now there were plans canceled and plans planned. Everything was in a bit of a chaotic flux, and I am absolutely terrible in the face of chaos and change!! Last second changes fluster me, and to top it all off, this started to happen while Jason and I were en route to check out the local bookstore where I’d planned the different shoot for later in the week. So as everyone chatted, Jason was typing out the stuff I dictated to him (I was driving). Long story short, after many sudden changes and new news, three of us decided to carpool northward to a strawberry farm for berry-picking and photos, while a different three of us would also plan for the new shoot later in the week.

It was not where I saw my weekend going, a sudden daycation up to a strawberry farm, but I was very happy to participate! Everything was so last minute that I even grabbed the wrong lens for my camera, ha! I’d been planning to use my Lensbaby Velvet because it’s a better portrait lens with a better handle on midday light (which can be very harsh), and it gives this very dreamy background bokeh that I thought would work well. Instead, I grabbed my 35mm wide angle lens that was certainly good for long background shots (like all the rows of strawberry plants, and the hills in the distance), but less good for any kind of close-up portraits. (Yes, I could have taken more than one, but I was also picking berries, and didn’t want to carry extra bags/cases along with everything else! Not to mention it was very last minute plan changes and you remember how I said those fluster me?) But it is what it is, so we worked with it.

For it being less than ideal conditions – wrong lens, harsh light, completely different setting – this ended up a very fun and cute gal-pal photoshoot. Beyond the shoot, it was just a total blast of a day. The farm (Sweet Berry Farm) was fabulous, the strawberries were perfect for picking, there were some really cute background settings, and the three of us got to spend the entire afternoon and evening together as we carpooled up and back, stopping for early dinner at Bluebonnet Cafe, too, mmmm. Jason and I have since frozen my picked strawberries in small batches and made some strawberry ice cream (mmmmm) with the first batch. Delicious!

I am not good at chaos or last minute changes in plans. My emotions kinda go haywire when things fall apart, especially things I’ve worked hard at and looked forward to. The things I’m getting better at are 1) acknowledging when my heart and headspace aren’t functioning properly, 2) communicating that information to my friends, and 3) embracing new plans rather than backing away from the discomfort of whimsy. I’m also very grateful for the folks I have around me, who help me to stabilize when my emotions are so out of proportion, who include me in fun outings, and who have helped me practice portrait photography and encouraged me so much over this new adventure. I wouldn’t trade these friendships for anything!

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Sunday Coffee – Collaboration

I’ve had so much trouble coming up with a name idea for my photography business. No one can pronounce my last name, so that won’t work. My first name is so very common, and my initial spell AG so that’s also out, ha! I’ve played around with different things but have had no ah-ha moments with satisfactory results.

Except one.

Recently I had a dream that another photographer and I decided to partner together. Their name starts with a Z, so my dream-brain was so excited about the name A to Z Photography. Ha! In reality, I know nothing about this other photographer’s skill or experience level, nor what kind of photography they specialize (or want to specialize) in. We barely know each other, definitely not well enough for a collaboration. Not to mention the name “A to Z Photography” is FAR less mind-blowing once awake. That’s a business name that exists many times over.

Waking up from this dream made me realize something important, however: I am far more excited about the idea of partnering with someone, being on a team, than going at this alone. Just like when I was writing, I’m not very good at self-promotion. I could tell anyone and everyone about my books, but the second I was trying to tell an agent about it – the second my enthusiasm could potentially profit me – it suddenly felt disingenuous. The whole thing was ridiculous. Agents want to find the right author. They profit too! But there is something about promoting myself that feels fundamentally wrong, likely to do with my upbringing. I’ve tried to change that in adulthood, but can’t seem to budge it, it’s so deeply engrained.

In any case, advocating for my team does not feel disingenuous. Even though I’ll profit just the same. Advocating for a team means that I’m advocating for another person in addition to myself, and that feels good. Not just okay, but good. The logic isn’t there. I know. Something about a partnership circumvents my hardwired self-deprecating brake system.

It’s not just about the sales/promotion bit, though. I like teams. I like people. Working together with someone – the right someone – feels better than working alone. Unfortunately, I don’t know who that someone is. I know very few photographers in person, and most of them specialize in event photography or photojournalism. The only photographers I generally see working in teams are event photographers (like for weddings or sports). So yeah, I know, this might be an unrealistic dream of mine. But I can hope, while I’m still trying to figure out what to call this business so I can make a website and all that businessy stuff…

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Pixie Picturesque

Last weekend, I had the pleasure of working with an aspiring model in a collaboration photoshoot. Reneé (they/them) and I met in January at a local coffee shop, Mildfire, where they work. We have since gotten together to talk about collaborating on projects, and this was our first. It was going to be a kind of experiment, to see if we worked well together, and to get a general feel for their style/energy and my photographic and editing style.

And I have to say, for having only a vague idea of tone (elvish and/or witchy), an outfit, and a few props, these photos came out incredible! Reneé is a natural model. They brought a lot of fun, lighthearted, enthusiastic energy to the shoot. They were also really great at following direction when I had to adjust little things, like the tilt of their head or where to put their hands. (Though honestly, for the most part they had a natural instinct about posing!) We worked together pretty seamlessly, and got along really well, too. You know how sometimes you get together with someone and you run into painfully awkward lulls in conversation? There was none of that here. Reneé is the same age as my kids, plus this was only our third time meeting up, so it could have been awkward for many reasons, and it wasn’t at all. We both ended the shoot excited to do more work together in the future.

On another note, every time I do this, I learn so much more about doing this. Probably this is just because I’m still in those early stages, but it’s been fun to see how I’m growing. I’m getting better at giving direction, and at knowing what direction to give. I’m more aware of potential future editing problems by way of stray branches or background litter or weird patches of light/shadow. I’m less self-conscious than I used to be, taking time to properly set up the photos rather than shooting as quickly as possible so the subjects don’t get annoyed. (This was one great thing about working with Reneé: both their mother and their boss are photographers, so they’ve had a lot of experience with real cameras and not the quick point-and-shoot people are used to with phone cameras!)

Overall, this was a wonderful experience. The photos included here are some of my favorites from the finished shots. Reneé and I have quite a number of future projects thought out to add to both of our portfolios. I’m also excited to say that with these photos, I’m going to officially start taking on clients. I still don’t have a name for my business – more on that in my upcoming Sunday post – but I finally feel prepared to say yes, I’m good at this, let’s do this!

Find Reneé on Instagram!

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City of Nightmares, by Rebecca Schaeffer

From Goodreads, because this is hands down one of the most intriguing descriptions for a book that I’ve ever laid eyes on: Ever since her sister became a man-eating spider and slaughtered her way through town, nineteen-year-old Ness has been terrified—terrified of some other Nightmare murdering her, and terrified of ending up like her sister. Because in Newham, the city that never sleeps, dreaming means waking up as your worst fear.

Whether that means becoming a Nightmare that’s monstrous only in appearance, to transforming into a twisted, unrecognizable creature that terrorizes the city, no one is safe. Ness will do anything to avoid becoming another victim, even if that means lying low among the Friends of the Restful Soul, a questionable organization that may or may not be a cult.

But being a member of maybe-cult has a price. In order to prove herself, Ness cons her way into what’s supposed to be a simple job for the organization—only for it to blow up in her face. Literally. Tangled up in the aftermath of an explosive assassination, now Ness and the only other survivor—a Nightmare boy who Ness suspects is planning to eat her—must find their way back to Newham and uncover the sinister truth behind the attack, even as the horrors of her past loom ominously near.

Normally, I wouldn’t include a book description that’s that long, but this is worth it. And it does a really good job of showing the kind of writing in City of Nightmares. I added this book to my list after reading just the first half of the first sentence, and I wasn’t disappointed. Sure, the first 50 pages or so were a little slow as the world and characters got built and backstoried. Though honestly, I was reading those first 50 pages in snatches between doctor’s appointments and such, so the “slowness” might have been entirely coincidental/mindset. I kept pushing through because I expected it would be worth it, and once I had time to really sit and read, I finished the book in under two days.

There are two things I want to say about this book. The first is that I’m incredibly happy that such a book exists. Some years ago, I had an idea for a novel about a society where people are given medication to cause them not to dream, because somehow (I hadn’t figured out how) a hole had opened up between the dream world and ours, and dreams started coming through to our world in all their various forms. There was more to it that I had planned out, but 1) this was past when I’d given up fiction-writing, so I never did much with it, and 2) I realized quickly that this wasn’t the kind of book that I’d write well. So it was an idea that went to the wayside, an idea I loved and wished to exist in the real world. Now it does, and Schaeffer created it in so much gloried detail that it’s everything I could have wanted and more!!

The second thing is that this book is more than just its plot. Yeah, the plot is incredible. It keeps you on your toes, and there are moments less than 50 pages from the end that had me saying “Oh fuck” aloud. However, this is the best kind of book, where the thematic elements are just as important as the story. This is a book about fear, empowerment, agency, and choice. It’s about friendship and non-romantic intimacy and trust. It’s about the worst elements of human nature, and the way society progresses when those toxic elements are given form, whether that form is literal (a person becoming a nightmare creature) or less tangible (like in media or politics).

Honestly, while I enjoyed reading the book, it was only after I finished and I began thinking back through it that I realized just how much Schaeffer layered into these pages. I’ve had experiences both through blogging and through book clubs where a novel has been good – or even just okay – on reading, but through analysis, writing, and/or discussion, that initial impression has vastly improved. This is one of those times. I had no idea that I was getting more than a fascinating fun story when I went into City of Nightmares, and now I can’t wait to approach the forthcoming sequel** with more focus.

PS: Noteworthy fun fact – this is my 11th “City of __” book read since I began blogging 15 years ago. Some of those are repeat authors, so Schaeffer makes the 8th author of a “City of __” book that I’ve read in that time. “City of __” is therefore the most common novel title template that I’ve recorded on my blog. Huzzah!

**Apparently this series is a duology. I thought City of Nightmares was standalone when I started, but by the end, I realized it must be part of a series, and GR lists book two as the conclusion of the sequence.

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Sunday Coffee – The Valentine’s Litter

It’s that time again – new foster babies! Meet our newest trio: Huey, Dewey, and Louie. These three little boys are quite young, only about four weeks old when we picked them up on Valentine’s Day. They have fluffy little round bodies (no starvation or weight issues, hurrah!!), triangle tails, and uncoordinated little pounces. It’s adorable.

Now, normally kittens this young wouldn’t be separated from their mama yet (or they’d still be on a bottle). I don’t know the story behind these little ones, but at four weeks, they were already weaned and eating wet food, likely by necessity. On the plus side, they’ve had no trouble eating. On the negative side, their bodies aren’t fully prepared for non-milk food, so they’re suffering a little bit of poop issues. Couple that with the fact that they’re in the early stages of using the litter box, and it’s been a messy few days.

(Side note: Someone asked me on TikTok how kittens learn to use the litter box, and I thought I’d also answer the question here. It’s a relatively simple thing – it seems to be primarily instinct! Cats outside will dig and bury their waste to avoid leaving a scent for predators to find. Litter mimics that. A cat old enough to use a litter box doesn’t have to be shown how. When we’ve brought in fosters that are 6+ weeks old, we just put them down in the box to show them where it’s at, and that’s it. Done. We probably don’t even need to do that. With kittens at the age of this trio, where they’re literally learning how to eliminate without their mother stimulating them, they will mess up a lot at first as they don’t always make it to the box before going. As they get more control, the accidents lessen. If they’re consistently going in another place, you can move their waste to the box to teach them where the smells should be, but in all the cats we’ve helped, this has never been necessary. Notably, if adult cats are consistently going somewhere other than the box, there’s either a problem with the cat or a problem with the box, so it’s time to listen to that cry for help!)

Huey, Dewey, and Louie are loud, chaotic, and so fun to play with. They don’t yet know how to snuggle well (too active!), and you have to protect your clothes from paws that have stepped in both food and poop (sigh), but that’s just their age. They’ll grow out of it soon, just like they’ll grow out of those round bodies and triangle tails. (A pity – triangle tails really are the best!) Other than the brief week we had the Bistro Babies, who were mostly cared for by their mama, we haven’t had kittens this young since Shai and Hulud. Our fosters are usually 6+ weeks, because kittens at this young age are usually with their mom or on a bottle. Like I said, I don’t know the story behind how these guys ended up weaned and orphaned at this age, but it’s fun to spend time with littles again. They’ll be with us for at least a month, and as they started out fearless and happy to play with humans, they’re going to be the biggest snuggle-babies by the time we’re through with them!

PS – One little sad note: Dewey really misses his mom. One of the signs of distress that kittens show when they’re weaned too early is trying to suckle on things. Dewey will mew plaintively and try to suckle on his brothers’ necks, or my neck, or my fingers, and (weirdly) my eyelids. He can’t be comforted, because obviously there will be no milk forthcoming. And we have to try to keep him from suckling on his brothers, because if he suckles the wrong part (hem), it can lead to permanent nerve damage in said part and problems with incontinence. While the other two kittens seem less distressed about their separation – Huey is generally bigger and more physically developed, while Louie is a no-brains kind of kitten – Dewey is clearly upset and unwell, so we’re giving him all the attention we can.

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The Writing Retreat, by Julia Bartz

Alex has had writer’s block for a year, ever since she and her best friend Wren had a devastating friend-breakup. Now she’s been invited to her favorite author’s estate for a month-long intensive writing retreat, and she couldn’t be more excited. Except that Wren will be there too. Alex swallows down her hurt and bitterness, only to find herself in a situation far more nightmarish than she’s imagined.

Y’all. This book. When I say “over the top,” you aren’t even beginning to imagine the half of it. Seriously. When hallucinogenic sapphic demon sex is the least crazy thing on the list, you just kinda have to throw suspension of disbelief out the window and go with it. Buckle in for a wild, chaotic ride.

I don’t have much to say about The Writing Retreat. It suffered from a lot of overused thriller tropes, but there was enough fun in it to keep me reading despite that. The whole thing is beyond ridiculous, but also impossible to put down. I enjoyed it while rolling my eyes the whole time. Don’t know what else I can say. It was a chaotic mess, so much that it may have been great. So I guess I’ll say this: If “hallucinogenic sapphic demon sex” causes your ears to perk up, read this book. If it makes you cringe away? Don’t read it. Easy litmus test, I suppose? Heh.

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