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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-1799200692838087477</id><published>2026-03-31T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-03-31T09:14:27.591-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="England"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victorian"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Riddle of the Roses by Mary Lancaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The eighth book in Mary Lancaster’s historical mystery/romance series is now available. &lt;i&gt;The Riddle of the Roses&lt;/i&gt; continues the adventures of Constance Silver and Solomon Grey, a Victorian era private investigating team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjsMPNayncvKwHWex8FgpDVAvtg12WYfbcHhWb73zOQZUQKiMzSB-NICzXsTnt-9xhyphenhyphen_xL77mcHFiwDRtSC-zP7lY1HRrSPuGO3BImAs2ptuOrNWMY4SYjT5BOf0isr7sXLdKW0aZhsgWTthz1KKxkEhR9Kv7cbzhOFBCZuew9okw3C3hka5-kDHj_Z0/s500/riddle%20of%20the%20roses.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;333&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjsMPNayncvKwHWex8FgpDVAvtg12WYfbcHhWb73zOQZUQKiMzSB-NICzXsTnt-9xhyphenhyphen_xL77mcHFiwDRtSC-zP7lY1HRrSPuGO3BImAs2ptuOrNWMY4SYjT5BOf0isr7sXLdKW0aZhsgWTthz1KKxkEhR9Kv7cbzhOFBCZuew9okw3C3hka5-kDHj_Z0/w133-h200/riddle%20of%20the%20roses.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, Constance and Solomon are asked to investigate the death of Caterina di Ripoli, a young opera singer. The request is made by Sebastian Kellar, who readers have met in a previous book, a diplomat with a shady background and shadier connection to Constance. He was an old family friend of the singer and he has a strong feeling the death was not natural. He blames the husband, who stands to inherit all her fortune.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, the singer has a long history of heart disease, and there is no indication that the death was anything but a complication of that disease. Part of the mystery is why Kellar thinks there may have been foul play. The husband’s grief is convincingly sincere and deep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Constance and Solomon resist taking the case, which appears to have no merit. But the presence of a bouquet of roses in the dead woman’s room, that seem to have appeared out of nowhere on the night of her death, draws them in. As they dig deeper, rather than having no viable suspects, they find too many, one of whom is Kellar.&lt;span style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Riddle of the Roses&lt;/i&gt; is another gripping mystery that kept me guessing until the end. At the same time, it continues to explore the relationship between the (now married) investigating duet. There are also some intriguing love stories developing within the supporting cast.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/1799200692838087477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/03/book-review-riddle-of-roses-by-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/1799200692838087477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/1799200692838087477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/03/book-review-riddle-of-roses-by-mary.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The Riddle of the Roses by Mary Lancaster'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjsMPNayncvKwHWex8FgpDVAvtg12WYfbcHhWb73zOQZUQKiMzSB-NICzXsTnt-9xhyphenhyphen_xL77mcHFiwDRtSC-zP7lY1HRrSPuGO3BImAs2ptuOrNWMY4SYjT5BOf0isr7sXLdKW0aZhsgWTthz1KKxkEhR9Kv7cbzhOFBCZuew9okw3C3hka5-kDHj_Z0/s72-w133-h200-c/riddle%20of%20the%20roses.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-2575836396164324571</id><published>2026-03-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-03-24T18:43:47.316-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short stories"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The News From Dublin by Colm Tóibín</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t read many short story collections (which is what I say whenever I review a short story collection.) However, I’m addicted to Colm Tóibín, so when I saw this collection on Netgalley, &lt;i&gt;The News From Dublin&lt;/i&gt;, I had to request it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsB13Q0MyGm9d1hcXUsbZztPx4m6ceezYPRdMoST8Btk4wqvCeu6utiaaIaCkpCwKUznaU6My6h4HOpntnQFt6MSY0DUh_GA9lpVibXeZ0auA1GlTZzM3_ofmBfYTz7Mf8VNe64Tg9H01fG6ypMnlSEStwII0JMsWGPjvlqixqUIhi8ouG7PecbGpqoU/s500/news%20from%20dublin.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;326&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsB13Q0MyGm9d1hcXUsbZztPx4m6ceezYPRdMoST8Btk4wqvCeu6utiaaIaCkpCwKUznaU6My6h4HOpntnQFt6MSY0DUh_GA9lpVibXeZ0auA1GlTZzM3_ofmBfYTz7Mf8VNe64Tg9H01fG6ypMnlSEStwII0JMsWGPjvlqixqUIhi8ouG7PecbGpqoU/w131-h200/news%20from%20dublin.jpg&quot; width=&quot;131&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everything Tóibín writes is extraordinary, with deep dives into the characters’ psyches and beautiful prose. There are nine stories in the collection, set in different time periods and different countries. Like all short stories, there are no happy endings and they are much more character driven than plot driven. Tóibín is able to make even unsympathetic characters compelling (&lt;i&gt;The Free Man&lt;/i&gt;). I highly recommend the book for the first 8 stories.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only one that didn’t captivate me was the final story, &lt;i&gt;The Catalan Girls&lt;/i&gt;, about a family of Catalan sisters who emigrate to Argentina to make new lives for themselves. They were not close. In fact, they didn’t like one another and their mother only cared for one of them–not the protagonist. That story seemed to drag, maybe in part because it was novella length rather than short story length, but maybe the wandering through life was the point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short story fans should not miss &lt;i&gt;The News From Dublin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/2575836396164324571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/03/book-review-news-from-dublin-by-colm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/2575836396164324571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/2575836396164324571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/03/book-review-news-from-dublin-by-colm.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The News From Dublin by Colm Tóibín'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsB13Q0MyGm9d1hcXUsbZztPx4m6ceezYPRdMoST8Btk4wqvCeu6utiaaIaCkpCwKUznaU6My6h4HOpntnQFt6MSY0DUh_GA9lpVibXeZ0auA1GlTZzM3_ofmBfYTz7Mf8VNe64Tg9H01fG6ypMnlSEStwII0JMsWGPjvlqixqUIhi8ouG7PecbGpqoU/s72-w131-h200-c/news%20from%20dublin.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-4640755245077955989</id><published>2026-03-18T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-03-18T11:04:45.671-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="England"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Regency"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: A Shop Girl’s Guide to Wooing a Lord by Shana Galen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shana Galen has a new series coming out: &lt;b&gt;The Heiress Hunters&lt;/b&gt;. Book 1 is &lt;i&gt;A Shop Girl’s Guide to Wooing a Lord&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The heiress hunters are the sons of the Earl of Glenister. When they learn of the family’s impending bankruptcy, and of their parents’ reluctant decision to marry off their fifteen-year-old sister to a significantly older wealthy lord to salvage their estates, the sons decide that one of them will have to marry an heiress instead. Being brothers, they turn it into a competition. Garrett Kildare, the second son, is determined to be the one to save the family. The only problem is, the heiresses he has been introduced to leave him cold.&lt;span style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYPU2xYgpPYzat2CgFnsUCQgTzvydARdePkDrjv1ZCNhYOyIQSGPtvvh6bfGSj6LoIJ8Jr97Uc4lMu4tS4dGxx94YCZOG40CEg6rbQY4YmcZtMI4aBIFEN76-0YMMQW7iTENNvCHFwEGGpABd7k4Ia0HJhyyDEzjCfwgWFdI1J-_-dgUyuYJkowrpER8/s500/shop%20girls%20guide%20to%20wooing%20a%20lord.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;324&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYPU2xYgpPYzat2CgFnsUCQgTzvydARdePkDrjv1ZCNhYOyIQSGPtvvh6bfGSj6LoIJ8Jr97Uc4lMu4tS4dGxx94YCZOG40CEg6rbQY4YmcZtMI4aBIFEN76-0YMMQW7iTENNvCHFwEGGpABd7k4Ia0HJhyyDEzjCfwgWFdI1J-_-dgUyuYJkowrpER8/w129-h200/shop%20girls%20guide%20to%20wooing%20a%20lord.jpg&quot; width=&quot;129&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tamsin Archer is an impoverished commoner who lives with her twice-widowed mother in a tavern where their labor is exploited by the owner and where Tamsin is beaten by the owner’s wife. If this situation isn’t hopeless enough, Tamsin has two younger step-siblings who were sold to a man named Snoozer who runs a company of chimney sweeps. Tamsin has to turn over the little money she earns in order that they might be fed. She’s trying to save up to buy them back, but the price is forever out of reach. And so, she begins stealing. At an aristocrat’s party, she is caught mid-robbery by Garrett.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tamsin knows what a kind person he is, because she met him once, years before. He bought violets from her when she was a desperate flower girl. She is even more desperate now. She manages to run off, but Garrett is determined to find her. When he does, and learns her story, he wants to help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, Garrett is also sticking to his plan to marry an heiress. He falls for Tamsin, but he can’t marry her. She’s a commoner and she’s poor. Tamsin in turn has been in love with Garrett since her flower girl days, but she also knows the class difference is insurmountable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This steamy Regency Romance is a fun read that introduces spirited protagonists to root for as well as a host of brothers who will no doubt continue the hunt for heiresses. (And a sister who’ll get her own story, I hope!)&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/4640755245077955989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/03/book-review-shop-girls-guide-to-wooing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/4640755245077955989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/4640755245077955989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/03/book-review-shop-girls-guide-to-wooing.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: A Shop Girl’s Guide to Wooing a Lord by Shana Galen'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYPU2xYgpPYzat2CgFnsUCQgTzvydARdePkDrjv1ZCNhYOyIQSGPtvvh6bfGSj6LoIJ8Jr97Uc4lMu4tS4dGxx94YCZOG40CEg6rbQY4YmcZtMI4aBIFEN76-0YMMQW7iTENNvCHFwEGGpABd7k4Ia0HJhyyDEzjCfwgWFdI1J-_-dgUyuYJkowrpER8/s72-w129-h200-c/shop%20girls%20guide%20to%20wooing%20a%20lord.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-2550235298228696084</id><published>2026-03-11T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-03-11T12:07:53.556-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="history"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nonfiction"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Dark Renaissance: The Dangerous Times and Fatal Genius of Shakespeare’s Greatest Rival by Stephen Greenblatt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve fallen way behind on my reading for two main reasons. First, I’m working on my next novel and writing to a deadline. Second, the book I was reading was not one to fly through. It’s a biography of Christopher Marlowe. I’ve had a vague interest in Marlowe for a long while, but I only knew of him as someone “Shakespeare-adjacent.” A contemporary of Shakespeare, Marlowe was also a playwright and poet. He was reportedly a spy for Queen Elizabeth’s spymaster. And he died far too young in a barroom brawl, or some such thing. That is a woefully inadequate biography.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What really pulled him from the shadows for me was Allison Epstein’s extraordinary novel, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2021/06/book-review-tip-for-hangman-by-allison.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A Tip for the Hangman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, which I highly recommend. More recently, I came across this literary biography by Stephen Greenblatt, &lt;i&gt;Dark Renaissance: The Dangerous Times and Fatal Genius of Shakespeare’s Greatest Rival&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltQUpN4ndnL0oDmh3OKa4lrsgWSMEfR151tgH3Wkb5RW5x27pA6kTBAvP15oy5vCX-z_25FCCQRgu1QZtUKqDedGbZ1Oeeo4dyirY2ATehwPuDfoHLdwFP5isJ6qLz6JlSa1jWZ2Y_NkOsNQz38_RuX9p0ie1hxIERJXM3_8J9RBl-th-RucUmkVueB4/s453/dark%20renaissance.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;453&quot; data-original-width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltQUpN4ndnL0oDmh3OKa4lrsgWSMEfR151tgH3Wkb5RW5x27pA6kTBAvP15oy5vCX-z_25FCCQRgu1QZtUKqDedGbZ1Oeeo4dyirY2ATehwPuDfoHLdwFP5isJ6qLz6JlSa1jWZ2Y_NkOsNQz38_RuX9p0ie1hxIERJXM3_8J9RBl-th-RucUmkVueB4/w133-h200/dark%20renaissance.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This book succeeds best as a literary biography, more so than as a straight biography. The difficulty is that so much of Marlowe’s life story just isn’t known. Particularly when dealing with Marlowe’s early life, but not exclusive to his early days, we are asked to follow along with the author’s speculations and imaginings. And while they are educated, reasonable speculations, I was frustrated in wanting more certainty from a biography, even though I recognize that information is lost in the past.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greenblatt does a wonderful job of explaining the dangerous times that Marlowe was living in. The Protestant-Catholic suspicions and plots created a highly anxious society with an undercurrent of violence. Marlowe was sucked into the world of espionage on behalf of Queen Elizabeth’s spy-ring. He was murdered in a tavern, the crime officially explained as a quarrel over the bill. All of which makes his life intriguing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what he should be remembered for is not the spying, but his extraordinary literary talent. This biography examines in depth his plays and some of his poetry. It interprets them, and Marlowe’s motivations for writing them,&amp;nbsp; in light of the life he was living. It all sounds plausible, and it is fascinating, but first you have to accept Greenblatt’s speculations about that life and about those motivations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marlowe’s life can be summed up as “live fast, die young.” But his life’s work lives on. It especially lives on in the influence he had on contemporary and future writers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(If you like literary biographies, I highly recommend &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2024/01/book-review-super-infinite.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Super-Infinite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Katherine Rundell, which is a biography of John Donne.)&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/2550235298228696084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/03/book-review-dark-renaissance-dangerous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/2550235298228696084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/2550235298228696084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/03/book-review-dark-renaissance-dangerous.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Dark Renaissance: The Dangerous Times and Fatal Genius of Shakespeare’s Greatest Rival by Stephen Greenblatt'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltQUpN4ndnL0oDmh3OKa4lrsgWSMEfR151tgH3Wkb5RW5x27pA6kTBAvP15oy5vCX-z_25FCCQRgu1QZtUKqDedGbZ1Oeeo4dyirY2ATehwPuDfoHLdwFP5isJ6qLz6JlSa1jWZ2Y_NkOsNQz38_RuX9p0ie1hxIERJXM3_8J9RBl-th-RucUmkVueB4/s72-w133-h200-c/dark%20renaissance.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-1619203831020662693</id><published>2026-02-23T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-02-23T15:16:25.531-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="France"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Portugal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WWII"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Librarian Spy by Madeline Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My history/historical fiction book club’s next pick is &lt;i&gt;The Librarian Spy&lt;/i&gt; by Madeline Martin. In this WWII-based historical novel, two women use their literary-adjacent talents to help the war effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMciHaHwqa60I341bsxf3ZQ1jaWWXmiPDlShod0gWqVjVKCxuw2B2iuz_GrBy2qPJC2nJRmEwDZYdO5IAepiAsYfu3szciO3JC2eFxWSPrCdy0y96EWBbzK4WhMET1kKi441pjMz3EpFvyntWuxo36rE3SxUotwfPbFjZASERm5A8gFeX4oIkDcCfzWUc/s2400/librarian%20spy.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2400&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1594&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMciHaHwqa60I341bsxf3ZQ1jaWWXmiPDlShod0gWqVjVKCxuw2B2iuz_GrBy2qPJC2nJRmEwDZYdO5IAepiAsYfu3szciO3JC2eFxWSPrCdy0y96EWBbzK4WhMET1kKi441pjMz3EpFvyntWuxo36rE3SxUotwfPbFjZASERm5A8gFeX4oIkDcCfzWUc/w133-h200/librarian%20spy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ava is a librarian at the Library of Congress, who is tapped by the military to go to Lisbon, a neutral country, to gather intelligence. Her job is to collect as many newspapers and other documents that slip into Lisbon from war-torn countries as she can. Then she helps photograph them for transfer to microfilm so that they can be shipped to the U.S. and evaluated. Determined to do her part because her brother is a fighter pilot and she wants the war to end before he is injured, she doesn’t feel what she is doing is dangerous. And yet, it seems a German fellow, Lukas, a likely spy, is trailing her. And a British fellow, James, is paying her a great deal of unexpected attention as well.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elaine is a French patriot living in occupied France, whose protective husband has been doing his best to keep her from sticking her neck out. When he goes missing, she joins the resistance. At first, her role is to help distribute an underground newspaper. And then, when it becomes known that she is familiar with running a mimeograph machine, she begins working for the press itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their work intersects when Elaine decides to help a young Jewish mother and child escape occupied France and Ava discovers Elaine’s secret message encoded in the Nazi-banned newspaper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The contributions of women in WWII is an entire subgenre unto itself, and this is a fine addition, exploring lesser known modes of aiding the war effort.&lt;span style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/1619203831020662693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/02/book-review-librarian-spy-by-madeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/1619203831020662693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/1619203831020662693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/02/book-review-librarian-spy-by-madeline.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The Librarian Spy by Madeline Martin'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMciHaHwqa60I341bsxf3ZQ1jaWWXmiPDlShod0gWqVjVKCxuw2B2iuz_GrBy2qPJC2nJRmEwDZYdO5IAepiAsYfu3szciO3JC2eFxWSPrCdy0y96EWBbzK4WhMET1kKi441pjMz3EpFvyntWuxo36rE3SxUotwfPbFjZASERm5A8gFeX4oIkDcCfzWUc/s72-w133-h200-c/librarian%20spy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-4476795779624009764</id><published>2026-02-09T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-02-09T06:36:55.395-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Norway"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twentieth century"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Nothing Grows by Moonlight by Torborg Nedreaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve been reading some beautiful but painful-to-read books lately. &lt;i&gt;Nothing Grows by Moonlight &lt;/i&gt;by Torborg Nedreaas is another. Originally published in 1947 in Norway, it is being re-released by The Modern Library in an English translation by Bibbi Lee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzgYYQX4wqe7-5OUBJ3qpsIYiEWC9Oxe9v-xPU5TYRq2H-ZRlW_RWHi3pkgthTMbKxDF-ou4VOaEOyAvfdE4ZC-usEfyQE7kJEpkiQbWL6w4kcFtdK9Gi8xwBDi0CKBXGOy9tlMzlzpzDebGTLoxWY7dIUI7f2yNMcLUdmHEq1GqAz3ygQAnfWwTkXlw/s475/nothing%20grows%20by%20moonlight.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;475&quot; data-original-width=&quot;298&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzgYYQX4wqe7-5OUBJ3qpsIYiEWC9Oxe9v-xPU5TYRq2H-ZRlW_RWHi3pkgthTMbKxDF-ou4VOaEOyAvfdE4ZC-usEfyQE7kJEpkiQbWL6w4kcFtdK9Gi8xwBDi0CKBXGOy9tlMzlzpzDebGTLoxWY7dIUI7f2yNMcLUdmHEq1GqAz3ygQAnfWwTkXlw/w126-h200/nothing%20grows%20by%20moonlight.jpg&quot; width=&quot;126&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Set in the mid-twentieth century (contemporary at the time, but now historical), it’s the story of a woman who suffered terribly at the hands of an older man, her high school teacher, with whom she’d fallen obsessively in love at seventeen. He slept with her, used her, pretended to care for her when it suited him, and repeatedly tossed her aside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel is unusually structured. It’s in the first-person viewpoint of another older man, who is relating the story as told to him by the woman in one long alcohol-infused night. They are strangers who met at a train station. (In this way, it reminds me a little of &lt;a href=&quot;https://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2021/04/book-review-night-in-lisbon-by-erich.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Night in Lisbon&lt;/i&gt; by Erich Maria Remarque&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;white-space: normal; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The woman is older now, thirty-eight. The events of her life are not presented chronologically because that is not how memory works. She’s haunted by the relationship and what it has cost her, but at the same time, she is clearly still in love with the man who destroyed her. She suffered abortions, poverty, and alcohol abuse, all of which fed upon each other to send her into a downward spiral of despair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fact that the woman is not named makes it feel both anonymous and universal. It is a cry for justice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing Grows by Moonlight&lt;/i&gt; is a powerful novel and highly recommended. However, as a content warning, there is a graphic description of a self-induced abortion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/4476795779624009764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/02/book-review-nothing-grows-by-moonlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/4476795779624009764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/4476795779624009764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/02/book-review-nothing-grows-by-moonlight.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Nothing Grows by Moonlight by Torborg Nedreaas'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzgYYQX4wqe7-5OUBJ3qpsIYiEWC9Oxe9v-xPU5TYRq2H-ZRlW_RWHi3pkgthTMbKxDF-ou4VOaEOyAvfdE4ZC-usEfyQE7kJEpkiQbWL6w4kcFtdK9Gi8xwBDi0CKBXGOy9tlMzlzpzDebGTLoxWY7dIUI7f2yNMcLUdmHEq1GqAz3ygQAnfWwTkXlw/s72-w126-h200-c/nothing%20grows%20by%20moonlight.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-613925603803603171</id><published>2026-02-02T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-02-02T16:40:07.363-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nonfiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twentieth century"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="U.S. History"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America’s Shining Women by Kate Moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I read &lt;i&gt;Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America’s Shining Women&lt;/i&gt; by Kate Moore for a book club. It’s a gripping (and enraging) account of the young women exposed to radium in their occupation of painting luminescent dials for watches and military equipment. After its discovery, radium was considered a miracle drug, touted for everything from a cure for gout to an aphrodisiac to a beauty treatment. But its most exciting property was that it glowed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nNREZb8avvd8yhtkzbbDqRv8y4pXywU3i5NGl2Z9i0JBaNsMFlUTvoFFHAkkHS274iaLj43ADNZ69CobJ9HxZJAjd_c1k7imsAmo7LRtQvI9cf3fghU154riYXbnmp5FZ3WeF9XS0oGlXK3uv-5L-aVzLxTDB16l6RzahYCDTvhn16QxZcRz8LbZF3U/s500/radium%20girls.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;333&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nNREZb8avvd8yhtkzbbDqRv8y4pXywU3i5NGl2Z9i0JBaNsMFlUTvoFFHAkkHS274iaLj43ADNZ69CobJ9HxZJAjd_c1k7imsAmo7LRtQvI9cf3fghU154riYXbnmp5FZ3WeF9XS0oGlXK3uv-5L-aVzLxTDB16l6RzahYCDTvhn16QxZcRz8LbZF3U/w133-h200/radium%20girls.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women were entering the work force in large numbers in the WWI era, and working in the dial painting factory was considered a plum job. Women were uniquely suited to painting the tiny numbers on the dials. There was no protective equipment, despite the radioactivity of the radium-containing paint, because the dangers were not recognized (or not acknowledged.) And worse, the women were taught that the best way to bring the delicate paint brushes to a precise point was to wet them between their lips. And so for months, even years, these women ingested minute but cumulative doses of radium day after day after day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, usually after a couple of years had passed, often when they were no longer working for the company, they began presenting to dentists and physicians with a mysterious array of symptoms, commonly including disintegration of their jaw bones, loss of teeth (and pieces of bone), hemorrhage,&amp;nbsp; purulent eruptions, and bone pain. Eventually, it became clear that they were suffering from radium poisoning. A deadly and incurable disease. But the men owning the companies and the higher ups who were all getting rich, denied the possibility and refused any concessions to the women. Instead, they fired troublemakers. They called the women hysterical and insinuated there was nothing wrong with them. And when the women banded together in lawsuits, mostly to get settlements to pay for medical care (they were all essentially bankrupted by job loss and medical bills) the response of the companies was to stall and appeal, hoping the women would die and the suits would be dismissed. (They also declared bankruptcy, reorganized, and reopened elsewhere.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s an important book. And while it’s true that studying these brave women advanced medical science, and that in the aftermath, important industrial safety measures were passed, the most vivid scenes in the book are of the horrific pain and suffering experience by these women, and the callousness and greed of corporate men.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/613925603803603171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/02/book-review-radium-girls-dark-story-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/613925603803603171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/613925603803603171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/02/book-review-radium-girls-dark-story-of.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America’s Shining Women by Kate Moore'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nNREZb8avvd8yhtkzbbDqRv8y4pXywU3i5NGl2Z9i0JBaNsMFlUTvoFFHAkkHS274iaLj43ADNZ69CobJ9HxZJAjd_c1k7imsAmo7LRtQvI9cf3fghU154riYXbnmp5FZ3WeF9XS0oGlXK3uv-5L-aVzLxTDB16l6RzahYCDTvhn16QxZcRz8LbZF3U/s72-w133-h200-c/radium%20girls.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-9197347999497332111</id><published>2026-01-28T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-01-28T12:09:45.804-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twentieth century"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="U.S. History"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Not Without Laughter by Langston Hughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Langston Hughes is an author on my should-read list, so I was glad of the nudge provided by Netgalley to read the novel &lt;i&gt;Not Without Laughter&lt;/i&gt;. First published in 1930, it is being re-released by Union Square &amp;amp; Co. with an introduction by the poet Jasmine Mans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAq8zhJg-N-1yUv5RY0gCyxcOcFwXljyBnf09U8XcAIZFJS9XA2uDYMEOwtoTDokdiM3gsbeY6mrogq10LfQnwJK8TCdZWilnlMwzaIqgefX8GuyP1Ofctkgb6ZNIkFGdf19_aNVnc8Wo4ie-K_ndcNGcD0Gp8dutAH1ltxPHQJtSai8Ggq_zhIYZ1bVo/s500/not%20without%20laughter.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;368&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAq8zhJg-N-1yUv5RY0gCyxcOcFwXljyBnf09U8XcAIZFJS9XA2uDYMEOwtoTDokdiM3gsbeY6mrogq10LfQnwJK8TCdZWilnlMwzaIqgefX8GuyP1Ofctkgb6ZNIkFGdf19_aNVnc8Wo4ie-K_ndcNGcD0Gp8dutAH1ltxPHQJtSai8Ggq_zhIYZ1bVo/w148-h200/not%20without%20laughter.jpg&quot; width=&quot;148&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The novel is semi-autobiographical: a coming-of-age story of a young Black man, Sandy, growing up in Kansas. Sandy is primarily reared by his grandmother, Hager, who was once enslaved. She is a deeply religious woman who refuses to hate, despite the injustices she sees in the world. She works hard as a laundress. And she has big hopes for Sandy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also in the family are Hager’s three grown daughters. The eldest, Tempy, has married well and is financially comfortable. However, she feels superior to the rest of her family and rarely comes home. The middle daughter, Annjee, is Sandy’s mother. She’s another hard-working woman, in service to a white family, but her focus is on her much-absent husband, Jimboy, not on her son. She works long hours, and when she’s home, she’s tired and depressed over Jimboy. He’s got itchy feet, never able to hold a job for long and constantly on the move looking for something better. And finally, the youngest daughter, Harriett, is a good-time girl. She wants better for herself. She is fiercely aware of racial injustice. And she doesn’t want to get trapped in the drudgery that rules the lives of her sisters and mother. She runs off to join a carnival. She resorts for a while to prostitution. But she finally finds her stride as a Blues singer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sandy is influenced by all of these family members. He grows up learning to take jobs wherever he can to help his grandmother and to have some spending money. But he’s also a fine student. He knows that a good education is his best hope of escaping poverty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a little difficult settling into the book. The beginning uses a lot of Black dialect that, in this day and age, is disconcerting to read. But this is less pronounced, or less noticeable, as the book progresses and we are pulled deeper and deeper into Sandy’s life. The novel doesn’t shy away from his confusion and conflicted feelings. It presents the family members compassionately while showing them warts and all. It shows the differing struggles of the Black community in Kansas in that time period, but also brings to life their love and joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/9197347999497332111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-not-without-laughter-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/9197347999497332111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/9197347999497332111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-not-without-laughter-by.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Not Without Laughter by Langston Hughes'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAq8zhJg-N-1yUv5RY0gCyxcOcFwXljyBnf09U8XcAIZFJS9XA2uDYMEOwtoTDokdiM3gsbeY6mrogq10LfQnwJK8TCdZWilnlMwzaIqgefX8GuyP1Ofctkgb6ZNIkFGdf19_aNVnc8Wo4ie-K_ndcNGcD0Gp8dutAH1ltxPHQJtSai8Ggq_zhIYZ1bVo/s72-w148-h200-c/not%20without%20laughter.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-5415733526082280815</id><published>2026-01-24T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-01-24T16:50:31.196-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemporary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny by Kiran Desai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just (finally) finished &lt;i&gt;The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny&lt;/i&gt; by Kiran Desai, short-listed for the 2025 Booker Prize. A good short description comes from the book jacket: “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny is the sweeping tale of two young people navigating the many forces that shape their lives: country, class, race, history and the complicated bonds that link one generation to the next.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfZDNbiojBZJv73sHBt-Ig02bSgYTMzwZjyIC0J6TGHCldq20VBgZD_bKzloF2K0bUig8lsTkIMa338UHFM-QAh5nw_wyAIVu6JavjKIf9DzZmT_4-J0dn4XI180fSomuAy1vDfRl66x1Llu9jJEWm3UZ3bxYuOvRPqAWRSab9_lTQwraBu7VmJuldIk/s1500/loneliness%20of%20sonia%20and%20sunny.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;987&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfZDNbiojBZJv73sHBt-Ig02bSgYTMzwZjyIC0J6TGHCldq20VBgZD_bKzloF2K0bUig8lsTkIMa338UHFM-QAh5nw_wyAIVu6JavjKIf9DzZmT_4-J0dn4XI180fSomuAy1vDfRl66x1Llu9jJEWm3UZ3bxYuOvRPqAWRSab9_lTQwraBu7VmJuldIk/w132-h200/loneliness%20of%20sonia%20and%20sunny.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I enjoy sweeping, inter-generational family sagas in general, but this one got to be too much. The smallest part of the novel was the slow-motion love story between Sonia and Sunny. They are from the youngest of three generations covered in the book. The contemporary generation. They are from wealthy, higher-caste Indian families and are sent to the U.S. for college in order to make something of themselves and to bring prestige to their families. But in the U.S., they are lonely and unable to form healthy relationships, unable to find the lucrative careers that their families expect. Eventually, they have to find their way to each other, back in India.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, this is not really their love story as much as it is the story of their relationships with their parents, their country, and their culture. The book takes the reader through the backstories and ongoing stories of family members and friends. And while it was interesting at first, I got bogged down in a narrative that didn’t seem to be going anywhere. The themes of alienation and dysfunctional families are not favorites of mine, and these themes seemed to swallow up all the others. The characters were all largely unhappy, unfulfilled, and selfish, which, although sadly realistic, made it difficult to sympathize with their plights. Eventually, in order to draw the disparate threads back together, it became necessary to rely on magical realism, and I’m not a magical realism fan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this is a novel to read for the beauty of its language, not the plot or interwoven themes. And the language is beautiful. Mostly. The descriptions of setting and the deep psychological dives were compelling enough to keep me reading. But even that got to be too much. Like a lot of modern literary fiction, this novel showcases its lovely prose using lists. Lots of long lists. Inevitably, I’d find myself skimming.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book has earned a lot of praise, and it is certainly ambitious and sweeping. But it just wasn’t the right book for me.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/5415733526082280815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-loneliness-of-sonia-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/5415733526082280815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/5415733526082280815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-loneliness-of-sonia-and.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny by Kiran Desai'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfZDNbiojBZJv73sHBt-Ig02bSgYTMzwZjyIC0J6TGHCldq20VBgZD_bKzloF2K0bUig8lsTkIMa338UHFM-QAh5nw_wyAIVu6JavjKIf9DzZmT_4-J0dn4XI180fSomuAy1vDfRl66x1Llu9jJEWm3UZ3bxYuOvRPqAWRSab9_lTQwraBu7VmJuldIk/s72-w132-h200-c/loneliness%20of%20sonia%20and%20sunny.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-3216561816377467640</id><published>2026-01-11T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-01-11T19:00:11.370-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nineteenth century"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nonfiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="U.S. History"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Unexpected President: The Life and Times of Chester A. Arthur by Scott S. Greenberger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Unexpected President: The Life and Times of Chester A. Arthur&lt;/i&gt; by Scott S. Greenberger is our history/historical fiction book club’s next pick. Presidential biographies are not really my thing, but I’m glad to have read this one. I knew nothing about Arthur. He’s pretty obscure as presidents go. During the Gilded Age, he was James Garfield’s vice president so he became president when Garfield was assassinated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGeOaWjZbWKf4SGNJ2BVf7ubasxR70qDtWh9NOBUeiOCvsGIWXrmPI44SD_PaokH_JZ07V7UnhriZv3eQiatPMT9bAsAGNZzAPwBL6azegLXVxXc6trN8ONbGGiTH19Au7_Z6nBAXPjdXwBXXNL2X2DYYY6ZgV-RjKXgaME51mKmHyF4muvx6OxERdxo/s499/unexpected%20president.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;499&quot; data-original-width=&quot;331&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGeOaWjZbWKf4SGNJ2BVf7ubasxR70qDtWh9NOBUeiOCvsGIWXrmPI44SD_PaokH_JZ07V7UnhriZv3eQiatPMT9bAsAGNZzAPwBL6azegLXVxXc6trN8ONbGGiTH19Au7_Z6nBAXPjdXwBXXNL2X2DYYY6ZgV-RjKXgaME51mKmHyF4muvx6OxERdxo/w133-h200/unexpected%20president.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This biography points out how Arthur was an important cog in the New York State Republican machine, a close underling of Roscoe Conkling. He was chin-deep in the corruption of the times and became a very wealthy man.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thesis of this biography is that he turned over a new leaf when he became president, turning his back on his old machine cronies and trying to reform the spoils system. This was partly in response to letters written to him by a woman who was a stranger to him, who urged him to redeem his reputation while there was still time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s an interesting picture of the man and his times, but I’m not sure I buy that his late turnaround redeemed him.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/3216561816377467640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-unexpected-president-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/3216561816377467640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/3216561816377467640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-unexpected-president-life.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The Unexpected President: The Life and Times of Chester A. 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Greenberger'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGeOaWjZbWKf4SGNJ2BVf7ubasxR70qDtWh9NOBUeiOCvsGIWXrmPI44SD_PaokH_JZ07V7UnhriZv3eQiatPMT9bAsAGNZzAPwBL6azegLXVxXc6trN8ONbGGiTH19Au7_Z6nBAXPjdXwBXXNL2X2DYYY6ZgV-RjKXgaME51mKmHyF4muvx6OxERdxo/s72-w133-h200-c/unexpected%20president.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-5243700002503485734</id><published>2026-01-07T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-01-07T09:41:35.712-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="U.S. History"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WWII"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Sixty Seconds by Steven Mayfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Sixty Seconds&lt;/i&gt; by Steven Mayfield, it is one minute till midnight, Central European Time, one minute till 6:00 PM EST, on the eve of V-E day. In sixty seconds, the war with Hitler’s Germany will be over. But the quiet anticipatory lull one might expect is not there. Instead, that last minute is jam-packed with activity and danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayfield follows the stories of nine people who are experiencing that final minute, waiting for what will come next. He creates a gripping atmosphere of anticipation for the reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farley&lt;/b&gt; is a war correspondent, a famous broadcaster, who is narrating the celebration about to erupt in Times Square.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selma&lt;/b&gt; is an elderly, mentally unstable widow, whose home is inundated with too many cats to count. She has enlisted &lt;b&gt;Riley&lt;/b&gt;, a young man who flunked out of basic training, to carry out an assassination when the clock strikes 6:00 in New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QriRstk2FBFk32lHZa-1v-dUX0foMmJ8fgNzoBeabm2WNPgfmuQWswtR8niLH9zg4CWPTqqdivleE0oKKBKzdGaCvweG4mlzagmxrwzGWF8mcGCD0lq603lbjUojrum5TcpQ_ydSdhBx2xfy3BEHCLRX90T224xE0OHNfOg8Q1TjcVx5QjDi94856-w/s500/sixty%20seconds.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;314&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QriRstk2FBFk32lHZa-1v-dUX0foMmJ8fgNzoBeabm2WNPgfmuQWswtR8niLH9zg4CWPTqqdivleE0oKKBKzdGaCvweG4mlzagmxrwzGWF8mcGCD0lq603lbjUojrum5TcpQ_ydSdhBx2xfy3BEHCLRX90T224xE0OHNfOg8Q1TjcVx5QjDi94856-w/w126-h200/sixty%20seconds.jpg&quot; width=&quot;126&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenny&lt;/b&gt; is a 15-year-old girl with a remarkable voice and equally remarkable presence. She has been chosen to sing the national anthem to be broadcast worldwide as the clock ticks down. As she sings, she has to keep her mind from drifting to concern for her older brother, a gunner in the Air Force, who is still overseas and still in danger until the cease-fire takes effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jimmy&lt;/b&gt; is Jenny’s brother. Although warned by his commander not to wander off the air field after dark, Jimmy continues a nightly walk to stretch his legs and clear his head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stangl&lt;/b&gt; is a Nazi through and through. The one-time commander of a death camp, he is now imprisoned after capture by the Americans. He knows he is destined for execution. He is being interrogated by his captors, one of whom, the translator, had been a prisoner in the camp and had been forced to watch while Stengl repeatedly, brutally, raped his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antoni&lt;/b&gt; is the translator. &lt;b&gt;Gosia&lt;/b&gt; is his wife. Gosia is now in New York, waiting for him to be able to join her. She is pregnant and her difficult&amp;nbsp; labor has begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, finally, &lt;b&gt;Zimmer&lt;/b&gt; is a German soldier, a reluctant Nazi, who hopes to survive long enough for the cease-fire to take hold. He’s counting on surrendering to the Americans to avoid capture by the Russians. But the closer he gets to safety, the less safe he becomes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tightly plotted novel follows the characters in ten second intervals, bringing them all closer and closer to the war’s end, revealing the interconnections between them. With sixty seconds still to go, the war isn’t over yet, and no one will be safe until it is. Deeply drawn characters, high-stakes tension, and a unique structure make this is an enjoyable WWII read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/5243700002503485734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-sixty-seconds-by-steven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/5243700002503485734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/5243700002503485734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-sixty-seconds-by-steven.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Sixty Seconds by Steven Mayfield'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QriRstk2FBFk32lHZa-1v-dUX0foMmJ8fgNzoBeabm2WNPgfmuQWswtR8niLH9zg4CWPTqqdivleE0oKKBKzdGaCvweG4mlzagmxrwzGWF8mcGCD0lq603lbjUojrum5TcpQ_ydSdhBx2xfy3BEHCLRX90T224xE0OHNfOg8Q1TjcVx5QjDi94856-w/s72-w126-h200-c/sixty%20seconds.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-942911115228497331</id><published>2026-01-06T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-01-06T02:00:00.117-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="England"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Regency"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Remember That Day by Mary Balogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Mary Balogh’s historical romances. Her newest release, &lt;i&gt;Remember That Day&lt;/i&gt;, brings together the Wares and the Westcotts, families whose courtships are featured in the &lt;b&gt;Ravenswood Series&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;Westcott Series&lt;/b&gt;. I’ve enjoyed both series and was happy to see them all meet. However, this latest novel is not one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKgBIrK1WrYaJid3Gyo5sPYGj2-aL9bMy_pgxH6fo_J8x61wC_lagZZUMDeek_WXGvgUH5hRroSXA4wGvcGG56UgzcN_7uhC8POS_IBwX80FJDbAdCZlRoVKXjtPLcikp-OsEQUokgFAy2IFaaEYbFdTesXh9Gz8SSRHFsr3na7NUwb2jN2iNfSL9YVmw/s500/remember%20that%20day.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;331&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKgBIrK1WrYaJid3Gyo5sPYGj2-aL9bMy_pgxH6fo_J8x61wC_lagZZUMDeek_WXGvgUH5hRroSXA4wGvcGG56UgzcN_7uhC8POS_IBwX80FJDbAdCZlRoVKXjtPLcikp-OsEQUokgFAy2IFaaEYbFdTesXh9Gz8SSRHFsr3na7NUwb2jN2iNfSL9YVmw/w133-h200/remember%20that%20day.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The premise is wonderful. Nicholas Ware, the second son in the Ware family, has been a soldier since he turned 18. Now in his thirties, with the Napoleonic Wars ended, he is in the Horse Guard. Although traumatized in his youth by the discovery of his father’s infidelity, and thus suspicious of love, he is ready to settle down and start a family. He is close with his commander’s daughter, Grace Haviland, and has decided to propose to her. She’s beautiful and essentially perfect, but she doesn’t stir his heart.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winifred Cunningham is the adopted daughter of Camille Westcott and Joel Cunningham. She is unattractive. She was abandoned as a baby at an orphanage and has no idea who her parents might have been. Although much of her youth was spent insecure and desperate to be loved, she has matured to be a woman comfortable in her own skin, despite her lack of good looks and the fact that everyone who sets eyes upon her must think or comment upon this lack, often more than once. She, too, has given up on love. However, she is good friends with Owen Ware, who has similar ideas about helping troubled youths, and she has begun to hope he might fall in love with her and propose. Owen is Nicholas’ younger brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nicholas and Winifred meet in London. And then they spend time together at a house party of sorts, where the two families come together, as well as the Havilands. It is more or less expected by all attendees that by the end of the visit, Nicholas will be engaged to Grace and Winifred will be engaged to Owen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The slow-burn love story is sweet and engaging. The characters are all generous, kind, and understanding. The emotion and interiority is all signature Balogh style. However, too much of the novel is taken up with reminding the reader who all the players are. While it is good to have some of the reminders, the detailed pedigrees and backstories slow the pace and intrude too much on the story. They also make some of the dialogues feel unrealistic. Moreover, readers don’t really need to have every character remind us that Winifred is unattractive. Very few pages go by without someone reminding us of that fact. Even when Nicholas asks Winifred’s adoptive father for her hand, the father finds it hard to believe someone as good-looking as Nicholas could have fallen for his ugly daughter, and essentially says that out loud. I appreciate that Winifred has inner beauty and everyone can see it, but I still get the sense that they all think outer beauty is more important.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, I still admire Mary Balogh’s romances and will certainly read the next.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/942911115228497331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-remember-that-day-by-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/942911115228497331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/942911115228497331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-remember-that-day-by-mary.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Remember That Day by Mary Balogh'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKgBIrK1WrYaJid3Gyo5sPYGj2-aL9bMy_pgxH6fo_J8x61wC_lagZZUMDeek_WXGvgUH5hRroSXA4wGvcGG56UgzcN_7uhC8POS_IBwX80FJDbAdCZlRoVKXjtPLcikp-OsEQUokgFAy2IFaaEYbFdTesXh9Gz8SSRHFsr3na7NUwb2jN2iNfSL9YVmw/s72-w133-h200-c/remember%20that%20day.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-4931592187827065588</id><published>2026-01-03T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2026-01-03T11:38:52.479-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twentieth century"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="U.S. History"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Air Between Us by Deborah Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The first book for the new year is one that has been on my TBR pile for far too long. The author, Deborah Johnson, taught a class I took...back in &lt;b&gt;2023!&lt;/b&gt;...on writing historical fiction. She’s a great teacher, and I’m annoyed with myself for taking so long to read her work which, of course, I loved!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXj4n-x01v_NXnlc4EvyDHKCNpwQige5jdkmUigRAGBtfic0HS-ZgmTnNaj9ss_2Yt5qWsKE2Y35llwugPMBIZFuE13jrPTgS3-HDywh4P96hyphenhyphenDP9i7YunbMo3lQ11BeRflFSmSAnWheO0n9x46MobP0ne1MvPoNIo0jcf5scPl27AwOZL-nJrJerisQU/s469/air%20between%20us.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;469&quot; data-original-width=&quot;318&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXj4n-x01v_NXnlc4EvyDHKCNpwQige5jdkmUigRAGBtfic0HS-ZgmTnNaj9ss_2Yt5qWsKE2Y35llwugPMBIZFuE13jrPTgS3-HDywh4P96hyphenhyphenDP9i7YunbMo3lQ11BeRflFSmSAnWheO0n9x46MobP0ne1MvPoNIo0jcf5scPl27AwOZL-nJrJerisQU/w136-h200/air%20between%20us.jpg&quot; width=&quot;136&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Air Between Us&lt;/i&gt; is set in small-town Mississippi in the 1960s. It begins with a 10-year-old Black child emergently bringing a poor White man to the local hospital, a gut-shot hunter, a heavy drinker, who had fallen on his own gun. The hospital is owned by the town’s wealthy White surgeon., Dr. Connelly. It has a separate entrance and separate rooms for Black patients, who are treated by the town’s Black surgeon, Reese Jackson. This particular patient has supposedly been brought in just on time, and the surgery is supposed to have been a success. But shortly afterward, the man unexpectedly dies. This is the mystery at the book’s core.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the answer to the mystery unfolds quietly in the midst of everything else going on, which has more import than one man’s strange death. Times are changing. The town has always been strictly segregated, but now Federal anti-segregation forces are at work. Surprisingly, it is Dr. Connelly who is fighting the hardest for the townfolk to accept integration of the schools. It’s even more surprising because his powerful father, a State Senator, is fiercely racist and has a weekly column in the newspaper where he spouts nastiness to keep the White folks riled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel is written with multiple viewpoints, delving into the conflicts, relationships, and secrets of the townspeople. It deals with racial prejudice, but also class and gender politics. Violence simmers beneath the surface, catching the tensions of the period. And the ending surprised me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you like historical fiction, Southern fiction, or mysteries, this book is highly recommended!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/4931592187827065588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-air-between-us-by-deborah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/4931592187827065588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/4931592187827065588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2026/01/book-review-air-between-us-by-deborah.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The Air Between Us by Deborah Johnson'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXj4n-x01v_NXnlc4EvyDHKCNpwQige5jdkmUigRAGBtfic0HS-ZgmTnNaj9ss_2Yt5qWsKE2Y35llwugPMBIZFuE13jrPTgS3-HDywh4P96hyphenhyphenDP9i7YunbMo3lQ11BeRflFSmSAnWheO0n9x46MobP0ne1MvPoNIo0jcf5scPl27AwOZL-nJrJerisQU/s72-w136-h200-c/air%20between%20us.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-921219549229704790</id><published>2025-12-30T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-30T08:23:06.171-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="England"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victorian"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Death on the Doorstep by Mary Lancaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read one more book in 2025. Just released, &lt;i&gt;Death on the Doorstep&lt;/i&gt; is the next book in Mary Lancaster’s Silver and Grey historical mystery series. I love this series. The books can all be read as standalones, but the development of the various relationships works best in order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOx94y9HYopNYdygorFwASg1qkPzPKxQmG3K2arbGtjcKoLQxi8zYOoCGOkbxSS2JteNE103r0onl0odqAQJ-R6EVJxcdzfeiOlspfTjpza6Vz1PBPfWY9ZycbLOGgqB2yMH7nH_8HmYCuabKnkw1uZoWFiOwG5jvof0JXtYaZDnuHsVwXE-ls_rIwGY/s500/death%20on%20the%20doorstep.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;333&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOx94y9HYopNYdygorFwASg1qkPzPKxQmG3K2arbGtjcKoLQxi8zYOoCGOkbxSS2JteNE103r0onl0odqAQJ-R6EVJxcdzfeiOlspfTjpza6Vz1PBPfWY9ZycbLOGgqB2yMH7nH_8HmYCuabKnkw1uZoWFiOwG5jvof0JXtYaZDnuHsVwXE-ls_rIwGY/w133-h200/death%20on%20the%20doorstep.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In this book, Constance Silver (now Mrs. Grey) and Solomon Grey have just returned from their honeymoon. They are ready to get back to work. Solomon is a wealthy shipping magnate. Constance runs a high-class brothel and charitable training school for women who were on the streets but who want to learn more respectable trades. And together, Constance and Solomon run an investigative agency.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Constance has come to check on her “establishment” and finds that there are two dead bodies on the back steps. One is a well-respected gentleman and the other is a consumptive vagrant. From the way the bodies are posed, it looks as though they might have been killed elsewhere and deposited on her stoop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How did they die? What is the connection between the two, if anything? Or is this part of a ploy to drive Constance and her business out of the neighborhood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mystery unfolds at a quick pace as the couple starts from no motive and no suspects to too many suspects and a variety of potential motives. With their signature style and grace, Constance and Solomon solve another mystery while falling ever more deeply in love.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/921219549229704790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-death-on-doorstep-by-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/921219549229704790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/921219549229704790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-death-on-doorstep-by-mary.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Death on the Doorstep by Mary Lancaster'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOx94y9HYopNYdygorFwASg1qkPzPKxQmG3K2arbGtjcKoLQxi8zYOoCGOkbxSS2JteNE103r0onl0odqAQJ-R6EVJxcdzfeiOlspfTjpza6Vz1PBPfWY9ZycbLOGgqB2yMH7nH_8HmYCuabKnkw1uZoWFiOwG5jvof0JXtYaZDnuHsVwXE-ls_rIwGY/s72-w133-h200-c/death%20on%20the%20doorstep.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-5028033760816202133</id><published>2025-12-27T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-27T07:23:54.188-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ancient"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rome"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Sparrow by James Hynes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sparrow&lt;/i&gt; by James Hynes may not have been the best choice for a Christmas read. It’s an intense work of historical fiction, utterly engrossing and terribly depressing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The narrator, Jacob, is a very old man writing the story of his young life, when he was known, at least to himself, as Sparrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jae2mGH9vNRg7JzeSwaCNciX7-1LZZVK8FVznKwIWanevbs56sD7yVYSlfBqBFyGBkGQhhOSrSJZHM08KLoQD6F5vijshn37tagVBRfGxqRazvYS3Oa0l0P07-YXu7xmUc0eCSMU4FR6pqOVpP5UcATVT6Tt02MVOzQLTyWwI0xzvj_878jitYkfQbM/s1543/sparrow.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1543&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jae2mGH9vNRg7JzeSwaCNciX7-1LZZVK8FVznKwIWanevbs56sD7yVYSlfBqBFyGBkGQhhOSrSJZHM08KLoQD6F5vijshn37tagVBRfGxqRazvYS3Oa0l0P07-YXu7xmUc0eCSMU4FR6pqOVpP5UcATVT6Tt02MVOzQLTyWwI0xzvj_878jitYkfQbM/w133-h200/sparrow.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sparrow is an enslaved boy, young but of indeterminate age, in a coastal Roman-controlled Spanish town. His earliest memory is of being in the kitchen of a brothel, hearing a man murdered just outside the barred door. He grows up in that brothel, first put to work in the kitchen, then running errands into town, then working in the tavern associated with the brothel upstairs, and finally, inevitably, in the brothel. As expected from the setting, the book is highly focused on sex, but it is not at all a “steamy” novel. Rather, the sex is brutal, non-consensual, and transactional. The other workers include the cook, the tavern-keeper/bouncer/pimp, and four female prostitutes called “wolves.”&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The gritty day-to-day life of the boy is echoed by that of the other slaves, none of whom are considered people by those who are free. Slaves are objects to be used. There are moments of tenderness among the wolves, but they are fleeting and ultimately hopeless. Still, they demonstrate how unbearable lives can be made just a little bit bearable by love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel is immersive. The harsh, vivid details pull the reader into an ugly but very realistic setting. Highly recommended for readers of literary historical fiction, but steel yourself for ugliness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/5028033760816202133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-sparrow-by-james-hynes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/5028033760816202133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/5028033760816202133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-sparrow-by-james-hynes.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Sparrow by James Hynes'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jae2mGH9vNRg7JzeSwaCNciX7-1LZZVK8FVznKwIWanevbs56sD7yVYSlfBqBFyGBkGQhhOSrSJZHM08KLoQD6F5vijshn37tagVBRfGxqRazvYS3Oa0l0P07-YXu7xmUc0eCSMU4FR6pqOVpP5UcATVT6Tt02MVOzQLTyWwI0xzvj_878jitYkfQbM/s72-w133-h200-c/sparrow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-1405463044194384346</id><published>2025-12-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-23T08:06:39.918-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="England"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Regency"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Death at Villa de Lacey by Aviva Orr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death at Villa De Lacey &lt;/i&gt;by Aviva Orr is the first book in a new Regency mystery series with a budding romance between the sleuths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bridget De Lacey has just lost her father in the worst way possible. He took his own life because of insurmountable gambling debts, including the loss of the house in the Lake District where Bridget lives with her aunt. Now they can do nothing but wait until the home is claimed by the man who beat him at cards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14F0GV0FM7yKwn7VhC_rnX6ADOJb3M205k45jWuLA9jvZ1t_WNXHBv5R01L7selcyxx6JVBJCg3lQdtCpdySf5BI8vgdwuxBTihSxfqXosRjiW0OSmsaRSlKMGFMc5nqr_GBq6OgY8ZA-KFjLyQcldfuq4hwzfeOPELedWFmktA5dZXt0lSQo03sC55Q/s500/death%20at%20villa%20delacey.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;333&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14F0GV0FM7yKwn7VhC_rnX6ADOJb3M205k45jWuLA9jvZ1t_WNXHBv5R01L7selcyxx6JVBJCg3lQdtCpdySf5BI8vgdwuxBTihSxfqXosRjiW0OSmsaRSlKMGFMc5nqr_GBq6OgY8ZA-KFjLyQcldfuq4hwzfeOPELedWFmktA5dZXt0lSQo03sC55Q/w133-h200/death%20at%20villa%20delacey.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nate Squires, younger brother of Edward, the Earl of Westerly, has been living a dissolute life, largely to spite his controlling brother. When he refuses to marry the lady of Edward’s choice, his brother threatens to cut off his allowance and strip him of his London home. The only alternative Edward offers is for Nate to leave London to reside in the Lake District villa that he (Edward) won gambling. Resentfully, Nate goes. It isn’t until he arrives at Villa De Lacey that he learns the house is occupied. He isn’t heartless enough to cast out two grieving women, but what is he to do with them?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bridget suggests a plan. They should renovate the large home into an upscale inn. (Wordsworth’s travel guide to the Lake District has made it a popular spot for tourists.) She will act as hostess to earn her keep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, the first guests include a few of Nate’s disreputable friends, a couple of nasty, controlling older women, and the young lady Edward wanted Nate to wed. Another guest is an actress/courtesan who is definitely not the type of upscale patron they want at their inn. When it seems things could not be worse, one of the guests is found dead. Was it an accident? Or murder?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Bridget and Nate join forces to investigate, danger closes in around them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a fine addition to the Regency Mystery genre with a slowly developing romance. It’s a quick read with likable protagonists and an unexpected villain. A wonderful set-up for the series.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/1405463044194384346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-death-at-villa-de-lacey-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/1405463044194384346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/1405463044194384346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-death-at-villa-de-lacey-by.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Death at Villa de Lacey by Aviva Orr'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14F0GV0FM7yKwn7VhC_rnX6ADOJb3M205k45jWuLA9jvZ1t_WNXHBv5R01L7selcyxx6JVBJCg3lQdtCpdySf5BI8vgdwuxBTihSxfqXosRjiW0OSmsaRSlKMGFMc5nqr_GBq6OgY8ZA-KFjLyQcldfuq4hwzfeOPELedWFmktA5dZXt0lSQo03sC55Q/s72-w133-h200-c/death%20at%20villa%20delacey.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-633693370077079228</id><published>2025-12-20T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-20T08:52:55.376-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="England"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Regency"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Sailor without a Sweetheart by Katherine Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Katherine Grant’s &lt;i&gt;The Sailor without a Sweetheart&lt;/i&gt; is an angsty, steamy, second-chance Regency Romance set within the context of Britain’s (half-hearted?) attempts to end the slave trade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKCHzihcRwKPUQLP-YytA59TwXJ8T9vLstPk_ZkQSJHnTZnEHBW2AqpXPH7T6nqp_IJl3xnbk5mFHkX4NzgNQ5qvGalYO7Xk6mc5XM5KyRq63r3UWcioyPKpYjWCukcPkS7Jrj6PVX8vrFN5llxxoXR0yPulMGnZS_Pvbxa0X5hEqYLZcMDWnCPAR0zs/s2560/sailor%20without%20a%20sweetheart.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2560&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKCHzihcRwKPUQLP-YytA59TwXJ8T9vLstPk_ZkQSJHnTZnEHBW2AqpXPH7T6nqp_IJl3xnbk5mFHkX4NzgNQ5qvGalYO7Xk6mc5XM5KyRq63r3UWcioyPKpYjWCukcPkS7Jrj6PVX8vrFN5llxxoXR0yPulMGnZS_Pvbxa0X5hEqYLZcMDWnCPAR0zs/w125-h200/sailor%20without%20a%20sweetheart.jpg&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nate Preston is a captain in the Royal Navy whose remit is to capture foreign ships transporting enslaved people and free them. However, he is back on land, waiting for a court martial trial for being too vigorous in the pursuit of such ships.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amy Lampugh is a twenty-eight year old gentlewoman seen by one and all as a spinster, destined to serve as nanny/governess to her younger sister’s children. She suffers from a goiter (enlarged thyroid and symptoms of hyperthyroidism) that has left her feeling older than her age and afraid she looks older too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six years earlier, Nate and Amy (pre-illness) were in love. When Amy’s father refused permission for them to marry, they decided to elope. But on the night that they’d planned to run away together, Amy didn’t show up, breaking Nate’s heart. Knowing Nate would be away at sea for months at a time, she realized she had no resources to fall back on if her father disowned her, which he certainly would.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, Amy and Nate find themselves thrown together at her sister’s house, an estate near Portsmouth. Nate and his uncle are in Portsmouth to await Nate’s trial. This unexpected reunion forces them to confront the fact that they still have strong feelings for one another. But with so much heartbreak in their past, with Amy’s chronic illness, and with Nate’s career hanging in the balance, can they find their way back to one another?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the fifth book in &lt;b&gt;The Prestons &lt;/b&gt;series, following &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/04/book-review-charmer-without-cause-by.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Charmer without a Cause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. This is a delightful series with historical depth!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/633693370077079228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-sailor-without-sweetheart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/633693370077079228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/633693370077079228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-sailor-without-sweetheart.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The Sailor without a Sweetheart by Katherine Grant'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKCHzihcRwKPUQLP-YytA59TwXJ8T9vLstPk_ZkQSJHnTZnEHBW2AqpXPH7T6nqp_IJl3xnbk5mFHkX4NzgNQ5qvGalYO7Xk6mc5XM5KyRq63r3UWcioyPKpYjWCukcPkS7Jrj6PVX8vrFN5llxxoXR0yPulMGnZS_Pvbxa0X5hEqYLZcMDWnCPAR0zs/s72-w125-h200-c/sailor%20without%20a%20sweetheart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-134730313652751450</id><published>2025-12-18T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-18T17:07:30.670-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biographical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crimea"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="England"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nineteenth century"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW:  Flight of the Wild Swan by Melissa Pritchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I remember reading, as a kid, those biographies for middle schoolers of important women in history: Jane Addams, Clara Barton, and, of course, Florence Nightingale. The name Florence Nightingale is particularly enduring, and I’ve read other novels where she is sometimes a prominent figure and sometimes mentioned off-handedly. But what they all had in common was the focus on or recognition of her service in the Crimean War and the way she made nursing a respectable occupation for women. A profession.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4EPSDi1BgEpbNcrcugyxWfuZwXkbMISLEr0UZP5K4MLobUhWb3HmmVq2_3nSV9QgUJo4FiRft0iQTWi6Qdb389vOA14Ci7zApkOfEhu6Qg-4tfvYdlfq4TjmSkZg4OIgh4_pBadSfnisw3rN5pdoJGHneSW_LeVZh0_R1a3SV_M67uK6tsWpgszatSU/s500/flight%20of%20the%20wild%20swan.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;333&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4EPSDi1BgEpbNcrcugyxWfuZwXkbMISLEr0UZP5K4MLobUhWb3HmmVq2_3nSV9QgUJo4FiRft0iQTWi6Qdb389vOA14Ci7zApkOfEhu6Qg-4tfvYdlfq4TjmSkZg4OIgh4_pBadSfnisw3rN5pdoJGHneSW_LeVZh0_R1a3SV_M67uK6tsWpgszatSU/w133-h200/flight%20of%20the%20wild%20swan.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flight of the Wild Swan&lt;/i&gt; by Melissa Pritchard digs deeper. This biographical novel tells a more nuanced and complete story of the life of the woman. Beginning in her childhood, one of two daughters born into wealth and privilege, Florence felt called by God to help the less fortunate. Her own comfort distressed her. Watching the way her mother (and others) dispensed insufficient charity made her yearn to do more.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel takes us through Florence’s early years and the struggles she underwent in order to be allowed to learn nursing, to which she then added an innate ability for administration and the social status to forge connections in high political circles. A lot went into the shaping of Florence Nightingale before she ever sailed off to Scutari.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel shows how she found purpose in Crimea, which gave her the strength to work relentlessly and show unceasing compassion for the suffering soldiers. The book dives deep into the horrors of the war compounded by the inefficiencies of the War Department and the resistance of some of the military doctors who didn’t want women around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Told as a series of vignettes, the novel beautifully expands on the life story of Florence Nightingale, so that we see her not only as the legendary heroine we recognize, but as a complicated, intelligent, three-dimensional woman, who sacrificed much to answer God’s call.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/134730313652751450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-flight-of-wild-swan-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/134730313652751450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/134730313652751450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-flight-of-wild-swan-by.html' title='BOOK REVIEW:  Flight of the Wild Swan by Melissa Pritchard'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4EPSDi1BgEpbNcrcugyxWfuZwXkbMISLEr0UZP5K4MLobUhWb3HmmVq2_3nSV9QgUJo4FiRft0iQTWi6Qdb389vOA14Ci7zApkOfEhu6Qg-4tfvYdlfq4TjmSkZg4OIgh4_pBadSfnisw3rN5pdoJGHneSW_LeVZh0_R1a3SV_M67uK6tsWpgszatSU/s72-w133-h200-c/flight%20of%20the%20wild%20swan.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-6923263046791259286</id><published>2025-12-17T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-17T07:25:43.325-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: A Long Winter by Colm Tóibín</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmgyG5m4I5d5zb8KeRsopczZDbxowSsRccgJ3-M7GKz_cV1qOX7_SHuwfgTCz8R9Wq_UX1n7SzvFpuICW_2PzPXz4cGTNN8CCFZb2qpIcFzsRSlWbiqu05SMow6ZqBo4ML_DGB1xrKMnUIPLBQRuQTc9fVDF0An7HhcOEN3xLyhp9RPfYz62QMLkuiiA/s500/long%20winter.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;354&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmgyG5m4I5d5zb8KeRsopczZDbxowSsRccgJ3-M7GKz_cV1qOX7_SHuwfgTCz8R9Wq_UX1n7SzvFpuICW_2PzPXz4cGTNN8CCFZb2qpIcFzsRSlWbiqu05SMow6ZqBo4ML_DGB1xrKMnUIPLBQRuQTc9fVDF0An7HhcOEN3xLyhp9RPfYz62QMLkuiiA/w142-h200/long%20winter.jpg&quot; width=&quot;142&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Long Winter&lt;/i&gt; by Colm Tóibín is another example of his beautiful writing about loss. In this novella, he follows a young man from the mountains of the Catalan Pyrenees who returns to his family after 2 years of compulsory military service. Although Miquel would love to settle back into the life he’d left, it’s impossible. For one thing, his younger brother will be leaving in a week for &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; service. And more, he finds his mother changed. It doesn’t take long for Miquel to realize she is drinking heavily. Miquel has no idea how to respond to this. When his father tries denying her access to alcohol, she leaves, sneaking away while Miquel and his father are working about the farm.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This desertion occurs as a blizzard descends. They learn, from neighbors who saw her walking away, that she took a path that would lead back to her natal village. They set out to find her, but too late. The cold, the snow, and the treacherous terrain make it impossible for her to have survived, and impossible for Miquel, his father, and others from their village to find her body until the spring thaw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s a quiet story that focuses on Miquel’s loss and disillusionment, his guilt, and his frustration with his father. His father begins to move on, while Miquel cannot, not until his mother is found.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m continuing my march through Colm Tóibín’s fiction, and haven’t been disappointed yet!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/6923263046791259286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-long-winter-by-colm-toibin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/6923263046791259286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/6923263046791259286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-long-winter-by-colm-toibin.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: A Long Winter by Colm Tóibín'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmgyG5m4I5d5zb8KeRsopczZDbxowSsRccgJ3-M7GKz_cV1qOX7_SHuwfgTCz8R9Wq_UX1n7SzvFpuICW_2PzPXz4cGTNN8CCFZb2qpIcFzsRSlWbiqu05SMow6ZqBo4ML_DGB1xrKMnUIPLBQRuQTc9fVDF0An7HhcOEN3xLyhp9RPfYz62QMLkuiiA/s72-w142-h200-c/long%20winter.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-3303478041306219274</id><published>2025-12-11T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-11T06:13:44.238-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medieval"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Portugal"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Inês by Catherine Mathis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m excited to follow up my recent medieval historical read, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-canticle-by-janet-rich.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Canticle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;by Janet Rich Edwards, with &lt;i&gt;Inês&lt;/i&gt; by Catherine Mathis. This novel swept me away to a time and place I haven’t visited in fiction before, 14th century Portugal, introducing me to fascinating new-to-me historical events.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel is based on the legend of Inês, the crowned queen of Portugal, second wife of King Pedro. What makes her story unique is that she was crowned six years after her death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4LgzxgZnfI0s0ZGh_R99HKWujAee2nwf8OzxRWUp95g0zHMu7nlr7KTA_UBxlkK74tSfbTfODuQalJo5Yypq-lVuwSkEEOBm7OQu4pXCP-AjLCfr7TJBo_4WyymV32GCQS2mhzUV-sYnPq_OvZ5VGSfWi0SFAVwnCQbbj66x6_GvW5xLbNoHZN_49Lk/s500/ines.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;333&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4LgzxgZnfI0s0ZGh_R99HKWujAee2nwf8OzxRWUp95g0zHMu7nlr7KTA_UBxlkK74tSfbTfODuQalJo5Yypq-lVuwSkEEOBm7OQu4pXCP-AjLCfr7TJBo_4WyymV32GCQS2mhzUV-sYnPq_OvZ5VGSfWi0SFAVwnCQbbj66x6_GvW5xLbNoHZN_49Lk/w133-h200/ines.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pedro is the only surviving son of King Afonso, and he dutifully marries the royal Lady Constanza as per his father’s wish. However, he is infatuated with Constanza’s lady-in-waiting and close friend, Inês. Inês does have royal blood, but since she is illegitimate, she’s considered unsuitable to be Pedro’s wife. Her devotion to Constanza means she will not be Pedro’s mistress. Inês’ beauty also attracts the notice of King Afonso’s most trusted advisor, Gonçalves. When she rebuffs his attentions, Gonçalves is insulted and swears vengeance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pedro is physically faithful to Constanza, but falls deeper and deeper in love with Inês, a love that is returned. After Constanza’s death, Pedro and Inês are married, quickly and secretly, against the wishes of Pedro’s father, the king. Afonso refuses to believe in the legitimacy of the marriage, setting the stage for the violence to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel brings these characters vividly to life, wrapping the love story in the politics, upheavals, wars, and plagues of the period. Readers will sympathize with the star-crossed lovers, (known as Portugal’s Rome and Juliet) and will find grim satisfaction with the revenge-laced outcome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the first book in a &lt;b&gt;Queens of Portugal Trilogy&lt;/b&gt; and promises well for the two to come!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/3303478041306219274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-ines-by-catherine-mathis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/3303478041306219274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/3303478041306219274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-ines-by-catherine-mathis.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Inês by Catherine Mathis'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4LgzxgZnfI0s0ZGh_R99HKWujAee2nwf8OzxRWUp95g0zHMu7nlr7KTA_UBxlkK74tSfbTfODuQalJo5Yypq-lVuwSkEEOBm7OQu4pXCP-AjLCfr7TJBo_4WyymV32GCQS2mhzUV-sYnPq_OvZ5VGSfWi0SFAVwnCQbbj66x6_GvW5xLbNoHZN_49Lk/s72-w133-h200-c/ines.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-8855743450006328061</id><published>2025-12-08T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-08T11:31:23.751-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medieval"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Canticle by Janet Rich Edwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Canticle&lt;/i&gt; by Janet Rich Edwards is a newly-released historical novel set in Bruges in the late 13th century. If you like medieval history with a healthy dose of religion, mysticism, and female solidarity, this beautifully written novel is for you. It will transport you back in time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel begins with Aleys as a 13-year-old girl entranced by a psalter which her mother uses to tell Bible stories. From a young age, Aleys burns with religious fervor. When her father arranges a marriage for her that would be beneficial to the family, Aleys flees to the Franciscan friars. Lukas, the head of the friars in Bruges, sees in her deep devotion something that he yearns for himself. Of course, he can’t allow her to stay within his brotherhood, but believes that in time, she will recruit enough women to the Franciscans that they can have a religious house of their own, affiliated with his men. In the meantime, he takes her to the Beguines, an autonomous group of religious women who do not take vows and who are not nuns, yet live lives of pious simplicity. Although Aleys resists at first, she does find safety and purpose with the Beguines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it isn’t enough. Aleys is always struggling to grow closer to God. She uses the language of bride and groom, an ecstatic form of love. This leads her to visions, and eventually, possibly, to performing healing miracles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;white-space: normal; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;									&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKZJGShR_K8QdU7pt57eoFKjqM_xJGDk5jk5bnDtKIHyYJRf0NAVnhUzbLEfiObNxgga9XWvIJ4ciPLVILh8O01LLKjNHY0V0OtQdaTsAFqOV9gfPS6cS9BIbQFTX25yZMqAJxzb8Kl8gRTXONWRlGSVhUMVG_LGJLUrMFkyPlRyAQQzhyAdq_Co7pNQ/s1500/canticle.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;994&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKZJGShR_K8QdU7pt57eoFKjqM_xJGDk5jk5bnDtKIHyYJRf0NAVnhUzbLEfiObNxgga9XWvIJ4ciPLVILh8O01LLKjNHY0V0OtQdaTsAFqOV9gfPS6cS9BIbQFTX25yZMqAJxzb8Kl8gRTXONWRlGSVhUMVG_LGJLUrMFkyPlRyAQQzhyAdq_Co7pNQ/w133-h200/canticle.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, Bruges is in an unsettled state. Its bishop, who happens to be Friar Lukas’ older brother, is an ambitious man who is in the Church for his own gain. He no longer believes in God, at least not a God who actually cares for the people he created. This man, Jann, is a political creature, whose most prominent attribute is his hypocrisy. His only redeeming feature is that he does love his younger brother, even if he’s constantly annoyed by him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aleys’s search for God, her desperate seeking, leads her eventually (as is shown in the prologue, so not a spoiler) to martyrdom. It’s that tension that drives the plot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel shows medieval Bruges in all its mercantile splendor. And it shows Aleys’s visions in otherworldly detail. The characters are well-drawn and deeply introspective. The pace is slow in parts, as there is a lot to absorb, and Jann’s cynical scheming gets a bit tiresome, but overall, it’s an interesting tale of a young woman seeking communion with God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/8855743450006328061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-canticle-by-janet-rich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/8855743450006328061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/8855743450006328061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-canticle-by-janet-rich.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Canticle by Janet Rich Edwards'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKZJGShR_K8QdU7pt57eoFKjqM_xJGDk5jk5bnDtKIHyYJRf0NAVnhUzbLEfiObNxgga9XWvIJ4ciPLVILh8O01LLKjNHY0V0OtQdaTsAFqOV9gfPS6cS9BIbQFTX25yZMqAJxzb8Kl8gRTXONWRlGSVhUMVG_LGJLUrMFkyPlRyAQQzhyAdq_Co7pNQ/s72-w133-h200-c/canticle.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-6975157934005243673</id><published>2025-12-04T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-04T07:06:06.377-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short stories"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: Where Kindness Lives: A Women&#39;s Fiction Anthology</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you&#39;d like to take a deep dive into kindness this holiday season, try this collection of short stories. Nine women&#39;s fiction writers present tales of warmth, connection, love, and most of all, kindness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Dptl0wggtIdQiCpsv0yf1JcK4wPBCuDYRG0AS0WhjC9OmTza5PGhQSF45Sfv8O6Ql0ZHStQ-vA8CUJXFMPre3BhLI7xGmHNYH5lTuDgbsK5HFK5cB7zhQ816Un6uNFVs2T4PUZcz6uZgF-hMd6VatisYhzbRc4RQetM3ElvjfUB4af5Pmwg7tmGoKfI/s500/where%20kindness%20lives.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;324&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Dptl0wggtIdQiCpsv0yf1JcK4wPBCuDYRG0AS0WhjC9OmTza5PGhQSF45Sfv8O6Ql0ZHStQ-vA8CUJXFMPre3BhLI7xGmHNYH5lTuDgbsK5HFK5cB7zhQ816Un6uNFVs2T4PUZcz6uZgF-hMd6VatisYhzbRc4RQetM3ElvjfUB4af5Pmwg7tmGoKfI/w129-h200/where%20kindness%20lives.jpg&quot; width=&quot;129&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/6975157934005243673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-where-kindness-lives-womens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/6975157934005243673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/6975157934005243673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/12/book-review-where-kindness-lives-womens.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: Where Kindness Lives: A Women&#39;s Fiction Anthology'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Dptl0wggtIdQiCpsv0yf1JcK4wPBCuDYRG0AS0WhjC9OmTza5PGhQSF45Sfv8O6Ql0ZHStQ-vA8CUJXFMPre3BhLI7xGmHNYH5lTuDgbsK5HFK5cB7zhQ816Un6uNFVs2T4PUZcz6uZgF-hMd6VatisYhzbRc4RQetM3ElvjfUB4af5Pmwg7tmGoKfI/s72-w129-h200-c/where%20kindness%20lives.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-7831189488870207398</id><published>2025-11-28T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-11-28T11:17:01.226-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="U.S. History"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Heart of Bennet Hollow by Joanne Bischof DeWitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought the premise of this Christian historical romance was interesting, so I was pleased to have the chance to read and review it. &lt;i&gt;The Heart of Bennet Hollow&lt;/i&gt; by Joanne Bischof DeWitt is a turn of the 20th century re-imagining of &lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt;, set in a small coal town in Appalachia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DxrksdT09-JqNZmxwjR8b9NfW_BkMZfVgcmIxP0xzGuCz6mW-sZpsQ9tWWY2pS_gDckuGFeHLY9xa6rdyLCbH_Rc0qag7lVS9RZaEoIku0DTelx1KQvTb388A9NRO4fAdYu-dmCrdDmx0w5K7wRnhHUu5CVZoDnnWKTxQsSKv6tmTNHqGmlARo4CL90/s500/heart%20of%20bennet%20hollow.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;333&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DxrksdT09-JqNZmxwjR8b9NfW_BkMZfVgcmIxP0xzGuCz6mW-sZpsQ9tWWY2pS_gDckuGFeHLY9xa6rdyLCbH_Rc0qag7lVS9RZaEoIku0DTelx1KQvTb388A9NRO4fAdYu-dmCrdDmx0w5K7wRnhHUu5CVZoDnnWKTxQsSKv6tmTNHqGmlARo4CL90/w133-h200/heart%20of%20bennet%20hollow.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lizzy Bennet is the second daughter of a mining geologist turned farmer. Her town’s economy is dependent on the local coal mine, and its owner is retiring and preparing to sell the mine. One of the bidders is William Blake, a wealthy investor who owns two mines already. He is determined to evaluate the value of the mine pragmatically, but when he meets Lizzy, he needs a new (though still financially justifiable) plan.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s a lovely story that echoes the original but takes period-appropriate detours. The conflicts are somewhat muted, which leads to a gentler tale. (For example, Mr. Blake is reserved, but not as prideful or obnoxious as Darcy. The George Wickham character, here called West, is unscrupulous and a liar, but his lies are not as complex and damaging as those of Wickham. And Mrs. Bennet is interested in marrying off her daughters, but is not as flighty as Austen’s Mrs. Bennet.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s a sweet, closed-door read that does a lovely job of placing Austenesque characters in a unique setting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/7831189488870207398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/11/book-review-heart-of-bennet-hollow-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/7831189488870207398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/7831189488870207398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/11/book-review-heart-of-bennet-hollow-by.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The Heart of Bennet Hollow by Joanne Bischof DeWitt'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DxrksdT09-JqNZmxwjR8b9NfW_BkMZfVgcmIxP0xzGuCz6mW-sZpsQ9tWWY2pS_gDckuGFeHLY9xa6rdyLCbH_Rc0qag7lVS9RZaEoIku0DTelx1KQvTb388A9NRO4fAdYu-dmCrdDmx0w5K7wRnhHUu5CVZoDnnWKTxQsSKv6tmTNHqGmlARo4CL90/s72-w133-h200-c/heart%20of%20bennet%20hollow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-1271662439201583262</id><published>2025-11-25T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-11-25T08:32:00.949-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ireland"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literary"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Blackwater Lightship by Colm Tóibín</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m trying to read Colm Tóibín’s backlist, in anticipation of his new book. So I just finished T&lt;i&gt;he Blackwater Lightship&lt;/i&gt;, first published in 1999.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;white-space: normal; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;											&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdNup8QgnCEqKdcDg9uln2DklPsH8da9WjInjhluLp6-Eowdc3dn_0rgSZPTuFT7q575Hf_gJxk0lXU2ezjWCmPpM_vSWuSbWGGrF1r8Nx9m5MUjfLQOuSQAmwxNTBqCnZqjv7HAbSZI6SfyOcnQaaELoc6fQPRSRTszjv2ybOJmEnJrrbVOKEeZgkv4/s475/blackwater%20lightship.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;475&quot; data-original-width=&quot;309&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdNup8QgnCEqKdcDg9uln2DklPsH8da9WjInjhluLp6-Eowdc3dn_0rgSZPTuFT7q575Hf_gJxk0lXU2ezjWCmPpM_vSWuSbWGGrF1r8Nx9m5MUjfLQOuSQAmwxNTBqCnZqjv7HAbSZI6SfyOcnQaaELoc6fQPRSRTszjv2ybOJmEnJrrbVOKEeZgkv4/w130-h200/blackwater%20lightship.jpg&quot; width=&quot;130&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Set in Ireland in the early 1990s, it takes the protagonist, Helen, through a painful reconciliation with her mother and grandmother when the family is summoned by her brother, Declan, who is dying of AIDS. Helen has stayed in touch with Declan, but not closely enough to know that he has been sick for at least two years. She has a loose connection with her grandmother, who lives in an isolated town by the sea. And she is completely estranged from her mother.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helen’s relationship with her own husband and two young sons is loving, but imperfect. She has a high wall built around her heart and is afraid to let anyone get too close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The estrangement with her mother began when she was a tween and her father died of cancer. Rather than including Helen and Declan in the grieving process, their mother left them at their grandparents’ house, without saying why, for months. They had no chance to say goodbye to their father. They hadn’t known he was sick enough to die. And they felt the abandonment keenly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helen’s later experiences with her mother and grandmother were no better, as she was expected to be a dutiful martyr, helping support her grandmother’s guesthouse as poorly paid labor, at a time when she was desperate to take control of her own life. The tension when the three women are together is thick enough to cut with a knife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tóibín’s style is spare and beautiful. He always takes the reader deep into his characters’ psyches, so that the readers can experience the isolation and pain, and finally, a strained reconciliation. The details of Declan’s suffering are vivid, and a stark reminder of what it could be like for those with AIDS. The staunch support of his two close friends contrasts with the helplessness of his family. It is a difficult novel, but well-worth reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;white-space: normal; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/feeds/1271662439201583262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/11/book-review-blackwater-lightship-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/1271662439201583262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027982062971332677/posts/default/1271662439201583262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/11/book-review-blackwater-lightship-by.html' title='BOOK REVIEW: The Blackwater Lightship by Colm Tóibín'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567954521782974033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoO3HpYHNsJ8q61greFp4cwOOrospwXfkjCIpY_p7PZXLu1-gP8ADDigOSmjtKtXp2fVdURRsopCTgH482tvHHXvLTGDdRj-ame1K6LVbtnAIIv04Doo-rRiddFitE4E/s220/susan-coventry-200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdNup8QgnCEqKdcDg9uln2DklPsH8da9WjInjhluLp6-Eowdc3dn_0rgSZPTuFT7q575Hf_gJxk0lXU2ezjWCmPpM_vSWuSbWGGrF1r8Nx9m5MUjfLQOuSQAmwxNTBqCnZqjv7HAbSZI6SfyOcnQaaELoc6fQPRSRTszjv2ybOJmEnJrrbVOKEeZgkv4/s72-w130-h200-c/blackwater%20lightship.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027982062971332677.post-3086738324780462016</id><published>2025-11-20T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-11-20T10:13:41.002-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="England"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victorian"/><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW: The Marriage Method by Mimi Matthews</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this book for free from Netgalley. That did not influence this review.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Marriage Method&lt;/i&gt; by Mimi Matthews is the second book in the Victorian romance/mystery series, &lt;b&gt;The Crinoline Academy Novels&lt;/b&gt;. (Book 1 was &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://susancoventry.blogspot.com/2025/05/book-review-rules-for-ruin-by-mimi.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Rules for Ruin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9PscKWbPMJYSBFuUYrP_xdhlt1v1anS11Bjig1JbbxNKHkDsKAz9lSUkj-Cjwrs8k1lM09ZdDXRc1YF8OURZA14xf9ftUKiAEG323sAMGv-HNhTW62h-zwEGiQvl_cub3a_qTMCbKfQg4p7nVwgVYjHtOWQoIIrUoNjgZzK-D6Rrgqv9PdgJl9_Y4DbI/s2858/marriage%20method.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2858&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1857&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9PscKWbPMJYSBFuUYrP_xdhlt1v1anS11Bjig1JbbxNKHkDsKAz9lSUkj-Cjwrs8k1lM09ZdDXRc1YF8OURZA14xf9ftUKiAEG323sAMGv-HNhTW62h-zwEGiQvl_cub3a_qTMCbKfQg4p7nVwgVYjHtOWQoIIrUoNjgZzK-D6Rrgqv9PdgJl9_Y4DbI/w130-h200/marriage%20method.jpg&quot; width=&quot;130&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nell Trewlove is a teacher at Miss Corvu’s Benevolent Academy for the Betterment of Young Ladies, a school for orphans and castaways, where she was once a student. The Academy gives girls an education to prepare them for lives as governesses or other respectable positions. It also prepares them for life outside the school by teaching them self defense.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The school’s secret is that it also teaches girls of exceptional ability to be crusaders for justice for women. Nell, with her remarkable intelligence and stunning good looks, was intended to be one of Miss Corvu’s prize pupils, but a childhood accident has left her with a limp and chronic pain. Which is why Nell is most comfortable within the confines of the school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, Miss Corvu sends her on a mission to London, to be interviewed by a pesky journalist, Miles Quincey–the editor of a London newspaper--who has taken an all-too-particular interest in the school. Nell discovers him to be young, very handsome, and intense. Unfortunately, during their short interview, Nell becomes entangled with the stray cat Miles has taken in. And as they are disentangling her, they are interrupted by one of Miles’ employees and a clergyman acquainted with Nell. What they see is quite compromising. Setting the stage for a quick, necessary wedding to salvage both of their reputations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nell had another reason for going to London. A girl from the workhouse had been offered a place at Miss Corvu’s, but had disappeared at the London train station while en route. Fearing she had been abducted and likely taken to a brothel to be forced into prostitution, Nell is determined to find and rescue her. Miles also has a dilemma to solve. One of his journalists has gone missing, and is presumed to be in danger. Is it possible the two mysteries are related?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is another wonderful book by Mimi Matthews. Although attracted to one another from the start, the romance is a slow burn. The mystery, and its attendant dangers, are what propel the plot. The book can stand alone, but I recommend starting from book 1. 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