January Reads

Banner of Books I've read during January 2023: Smokejumper by Jason A Ramos, Network Effect by Martha Wells, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels by India Holton, Maya and the Rising Dark by Rena Barron, She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker Chan, The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D. Jackson, Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

We’re almost a week into February, but I’ve been having a pretty productive reading year, so I’m going to start doing monthly roundups of what I read during the month. Let’s Go!

Cover image of Smokejumper: A Memoir by One of America's Most Select Airborne Firefighters by Jason A Ramos. Image is billowing black and white smoke with some flame showing along a ridgeline with trees in the foreground.


The first book I finished in January was Smokejumper: A Memoir of One of America’s Most Select Airborne Firefighters by Jason A Ramos.

This was a fascinating glimpse into the training of elite firefighters, the ones who jump from helicopters into difficult terrain.

I’m from California, so wildfires are not foreign territory to me – I remember driving by literal camps full of firefighters from all over the state fighting the fires in the hills within view of our house growing up. This was particularly interesting for me because it mentioned fires I remember hearing about in the news.

Cover image of Network Effect by Martha Wells, Book #5 in the Murderbot series. Image is of a backlit figure standing hunched on the surface of what looks like a spaceship with another ship flying overhead.

The next book was Network Effect by Martha Wells.

I fell far down Murderbot rabbit hole towards the end of last year, and Network Effect was just the next rung in that ladder. I do wonder if listening to these on audio created a different experience for me than reading them would have, but I’m not sorry for it. I love to see the expanding of Murderbot’s emotional and social interactions.

This one deals with a lot of changes and ups and downs for the character, and I don’t want to be spoilery to anyone who hasn’t read these yet, but it is such a worthwhile train to get on.

Cover image of The Wisteria Sociaty of Lady Scoundrels by India Holton. Illustrated man and woman with their backs to each other in Victorian attire, each holding a gun, the man is looking at the woman over his shoulder and above them is the title and then a drawing of purple wisteria flowers as a border with things like a teacup and a flying house entwined in them, all on a powder blue cover.

The third book I finished was The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels by India Holton.

I have been wanting to read this for a while and some reviews complain that it is a little too far outside the realm of believability, but my dear, that is what makes it fun. This is a play on Victorian ladies’ societies, but this particular society is for lady pirates – with flying houses, to boot. They use their flying houses to commit all manner of dastardly deeds such as assassination attempts, thefts, and even chasing obnoxious children down the street – but all while following proper decorum.

The whole thing was delightfully bonkers, and the rogue LI was a lot of fun.

Cover image of Maya and the Rising Dark by Rena Barron - a young Black girl with flowing braided hair stands defiantly with a staff in the center of a bright spot of warm yellows, oranges and pinks with darker blue and purple hues creeping in on the edges.

Next was Maya and the Rising Dark by Rena Barron.

By chance, I read this only a few weeks after having read Susan Cooper’s classic The Dark is Rising and it was interesting to have those experiences so close to each other. Maya and the Rising Dark is about a girl whose father has gone missing, and to her surprise she learns that he and also MANY of the adults in her neighborhood are secretly gods who defend against the dark.

I think my favorite thing about this story was the way that it encapsulated the feeling of neighborhood folk who are all in each other’s business. And more than that, it hinted in a fun way about how everyone you meet or know casually has a sort of secret life that you know nothing about.

Cover Image of She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker Chan - illustration in black of a figure mounted on a horse on a raised hillock with the impression of troops behind and a tattered banner waving in the wind in the foreground, in front of a yellow background with a large orange sun high in the sky.

I almost don’t know how to talk about She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker Chan. This book is exceptional. It tiptoes on horror and supernatural themes in a way that feels very natural, especially if you are familiar with Asian narratives and spectres. It follows the life of a young peasant girl expected to be nothing, who steals the fate of her brother who was promised greatness, but dies, as she sees it, without even fighting to live.

I can’t say this one doesn’t hurt a bit, because it does. There are acts of pure ruthlessness and one in particular that feels hard to come back from. But it has such lovely quiet moments, too, and there’s a real elegance to the progression of the rivalry between the dichotomous characters who are both outside of gender norms.

Cover image of The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D. Jackson. The cover is in bold white in front of a black and white image of a girl with curly dark hair wearing a tiara emerging from a black background- the girl is splashed with red.

Next was The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D. Jackson. Clearly I have been sleeping on Jackson’s work. This and She Who Became the Sun were both part of a 12 books recommended by 12 friends challenge that I’m doing for the year, and I hadn’t heard of this at all when I asked for recommendations, but I’m glad this came to me. I have never read Carrie, or seen much of the movie, but I think it’s well-enough understood that I had a feeling of what I was getting into: a retelling of Carrie that coincides with a Southern town’s first integrated prom night.

The word I want to use to describe this book is: deft. It juggles race relations, the different ways a parent’s beliefs and actions reflect on and affect their children, the desperation of trying to change a situation that feels outside of your control, and struggling to define yourself when others are so willing to do it for you, all while making this less about blame and more about the things that lead people to make the choices they make. It was really well done.

Cover image of Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor, close cropped image of a girl's face in alabaster white, with black shadow and an azure blue masquerade mask.

The last book I finished was a reread (relisten?) to Daughter of Smoke & Bone by Laini Taylor. I’m discovering that as I get older that I often need a bedtime story… and for maximum effect for me (i.e. so I don’t have to worry about if I’m missing anything too much when I fall asleep) I have been relistening to old favorites, and I debated including it on here at all, since it’s an older reread, but I thought it worthwhile to mention that I seem to have particularly vivid and interesting dreams when I fall asleep listening to lush fantasy rather than my own anxiety-spun thoughts.

This has been a chock-full reading year so far. These are all audio but I’ve been working on a few in hand, too. Those do tend to take me longer, and I’m trying to lessen my dependence on audio to a degree, but it’s so useful when you can do more than one thing at once. What have you all been reading?

A Little Knitting Progress, a Little Hope

Stay Safe Cowl by EasyKnitter.co.uk

I have been knitting away on this little cowl for weeks now. It’s been a learning experience, both in double-knitting (those vertical grey stripes on the bottom half) and in fair-isle stranded knitting (the colorwork on top). This is actually a double-sided cowl, so when I’m done with the pattern the striped bit will flip up and be the inside of the cowl. It’s merino stranded with mohair and I am v. v. excited about wearing it, so while I am a very slow stranded knitter, I’m hoping to get this finished while it’s still cool enough to wear it.

And there’s that word, hope.

Really, this cowl represents so much of my current feelings. A wish for myself and others to stay safe. Looking for bright in the darkness. And, so much hope.

Wednesday was… a lot. I was working from home that day so I was able to listen to (not so much watch) the Inaugural proceedings, and while I don’t feel like we’re out of the woods yet (obviously there is still so much work to do! – I mean I work in healthcare, I. Know. This.) I have so much hope that we can kick hatred back into the smallest of shadows and bring on a brighter and better tomorrow. I know I am not the only one to say this, but Amanda Gorman’s reading said this better than I ever could.

Amanda Gorman delivering “The Hill We Climb”

This young lady. When I was 22 I was invited by a professor and former Santa Barbara city Poet Laureate to read at a poetry night at a museum and I thought THAT was big (it was for me, and Barry Spacks believing in me was huge). (I promise I’ll keep writing poems, Barry.) But Amanda Gorman is on another plane altogether, and honestly it thrills me to see such a vibrant, talented young woman be called the nation’s first Youth Poet Laureate.

Someone on MSNBC said that it felt as if it’s been a battle between Old America and New America and that Amanda’s reading was like a declaration that a new, more inclusive America had won. I hope so. I am hoping that Biden’s long experience, bipartisan respect, and reliance on experts (experts, everywhere!) can bring us forward to where the U.S. really ought to be in terms of innovation, equalilty, and infrastructure. Not to mention finally dealing with the pandemic (epidemic, as it should rightly be called now) in a responsible way.

I have hope. I have hope.

2020 Reads

2020 was a hard reading year for many people. For me, though, the only thing keeping me sane was audiobooks. I devoured audiobooks this year. Many, I’ll admit, rereads of things I knew felt like magic to me, like Maggie Steifvater’s Raven Cycle, or Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus. I also returned to other forms of comfort, like Percy Jackson and a reread of The Hunger Games as narrated by the incredibly talented Tatiana Maslany.

2020 was also the year I finally finished The Wheel of Time. It isn’t and never will be a favorite of mine, but Brandon Sanderson ended it well, and that’s what I was hoping for. My favorite new reads of the year were the first book I finished, The Good Luck Girls by Charlotte Nicole Davis, Darius the Great is Not Okay/Deserves Better by Adib Khorram, which both made me sob like a baby, and the hilarious, insane trip that is Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. It was also the first time I read Jurassic Park and The Lost World, or any Crichton at all, to be honest.

This was a really great year for reading for me, but I’m grateful I’m a person who can listen to audiobooks, because while this is the most books I managed in a year almost ever (53), it also would have been utterly impossible without audiobooks, as the only one I managed all the way through in book-form was Maggie Stiefvater’s Call Down the Hawk, and even that took me ages.

Knitting Through the Mess

Slipstravaganza by Stephen West

One of the things that has been keeping me sane through the pandemic has been keeping my hands busy, and a lot of that has been knitting.

This particular piece is part of a mystery knit-along that has been over for more than a month now, but I’m slow so I keep moving along. It’s helpful for me to have a tangible thing I’m working on while I’m writing, something to keep me focused and keep my brain quiet so I can untangle story plots.

Have you been working on anything creative during the pandemic?

Embracing 2017

So 2016 was a hard year on me, both on a global and a personal level. Because of that, I didn’t get a lot of writing done, didn’t accomplish many of the goals I set out for myself. I pretty much hunkered down and practiced a lot of self-care and cuddled pets and friends’ babies and did everything I could to keep my heart open and beating and soft.

But 2017 has started, for me, with clearer and stronger intent than any year before. I have a lot of work ahead of me, but for the first time in a long time I feel energized and ready to do it. More than that, I can’t wait do do it.

I’m not expecting this year to be an easy one, by any means, but I’m going to make it a joyful one. I’m going to spend it being more of what I want to be and less of what I don’t want to be. I’m going to get off my phone, go back to using the internet as a tool rather than as a numbing device, and finally stop making excuses for my writing.

It’s taken me a lot of growth to get to this point, to go from wanting to being ready and willing to be genuinely myself and take hold of my power. To decide to be accountable for each and every day. That’s what I want this year to be. That’s how it is going to be.

I feel like last year was the recoil before the pitch. There’s going to be a lot of forward-movement from here on out.

Lisa’s Literal Translations #4 – “Rent” by Jane Cooper

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What a Literal Translation is: A word-for-word translation that swaps words out with literal synonyms
Why a Literal Translation: They help dissect hard-to-understand poems. Most of the time.
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“Rent” by Jane Cooper The Original:
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If you want my apartment, sleep in it
but let’s have a clear understanding:
the books are still free agents.If the rocking chair’s arms surround you
they can also let you go,
they can shape the air like a body.I don’t want your rent, I want
a radiance of attention
like the candle’s flame when we eat,

I mean a kind of awe
attending the spaces between us—
Not a roof but a field of stars.

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Lisa’s Literal Translation:

If you crave my rented living abode, hibernate therein
but let’s keep a transparent agreement of ideas:
the tomes are yet liberated spies.

Should the shuffling seat’s limbs circle you
they may likewise release you,
they may mold the atmosphere like a corpse.

I don’t wish your house money, I wish
a brilliance of concentration
kin to the light’s fire when we ingest,

I intend a sort of wonder
listening to the emptinesses betwixt us—
No ceiling but a meadow of planetary lights.

Too hot – gone reading!

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Sorry for the late post, but it’s too hot for me to have my laptop on for very long in my air-conditioning-challenged apartment. If you live anywhere on the west half of the U.S. (and maybe even the east?) I bet it’s too hot where you are, too.

To keep the heat at bay I’m reading Life After Life by Kate Atkinson, and when that gets a little too heavy for me, I’m switching off with The Battle for Skandia, book four in the Ranger’s Apprentice series by John Flanagan, which The Mr recommended to me and I’m loving.

Sorry for the lack of links, but I’m posting this from my Nook and that makes things difficult.

This is what else I’m working on….

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How are you coping with the heat?

Poetry Month post two: Sharon Olds

 

“The One Girl at the Boys Party” (Sharon Olds, 1983)


When I take my girl to the swimming party
I set her down among the boys. They tower and
bristle, she stands there smooth and sleek,
her math scores unfolding in the air around her.
They will strip to their suits, her body hard and
indivisible as a prime number,
they’ll plunge in the deep end, she’ll subtract
her height from ten feet, divide it into
hundreds of gallons of water, the numbers
bouncing in her mind like molecules of chlorine
in the bright blue pool. When they climb out,
her ponytail will hang its pencil lead
down her back, her narrow silk suit
with hamburgers and french fries printed on it
will glisten in the brilliant air, and they will
see her sweet face, solemn and
sealed, a factor of one, and she will
see their eyes, two each,
their legs, two each, and the curves of their sexes,
one each, and in her head she’ll be doing her
sparkle and fall to the power of a thousand from her body.


I love the clarity and the honesty in Sharon Olds’ poetry. and for some reason I especially love her poems about her children. I don’t have kids of my own yet, but I imagine she hits just on the head the odd mix of emotions watching your children grow up brings to you—pride in their strengths, anxiousness over what they don’t know and how they might stumble, wonder at the things they understand better than you. A t the things you know are headed their way.

2012 in Review…

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My phone took this photo all by itself today, whilst I was taking snapshots of some perfect snowflakes (and I mean perfect. All snow-flake-y-like, though that’s not my picture). As I was flipping through my photos, though, I couldn’t help but stop on this one. This fuzzy, pretty accident shot.

This was kind of my year. Blurry, uncertain, not what I was expecting it to be… but ultimately a lovely thing.

2012 started out as a bit of a mess for me. The Mr. and I were broke, living down in Texas on some property my father had bought in a scary part of town and doing our best to clean it up and get it ready for business. And work on stuff for my Etsy shop, which was pretty much our only income at the time. And oh yeah, work on my writing. I was hoping to be finished by the end of June so that I could have the whole thing edited and ready to send out for submissions by December – that didn’t quite happen, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Then in March, without much real warning, my father sold his property in Texas, and The Mr. and I bundled up our stuff and headed back to where we met and started this crazy life together—Utah. We went on faith, mainly, because we certainly didn’t have anything promising waiting for us there. We were blessed to stay with good friends for a couple of months, and our hopes that we would find a soft spot to land from a long fall ended up justified. Soon I had a part-time job, and almost as quickly after that (thought it didn’t really feel quick at the time), both The Mr. and I got hired on at the same company—with a decent wage and benefits from day one.

Of course… it was a graveyard shift, so there was that to adjust to. And honestly, sometimes it feels as if we are still adjusting, a little over six months later. But we are under our own roof and paying our bills, which is a blessing some might take for granted.

With all the craziness, I read only a measley 22 books this year. And yes, that includes the one I finished today. I blame this largely on the fact that I’ve been trying to read both Bleak House and The Idiot without owning my own actual hard copy of either of them… but this might be a little crazy of me. It probably also had to do with the whole sleep-adjusting and moving twice thing.

I fell in love with the Android Librivox app this year, too.

As I said before, I did not write “The End” on my story by the time I was hoping—but I did write it. Now I’m working on edits and the new goal is to have everything triple-edited by the end of April and be on submissions after that, along with having another WIP done by this June.

2013 is my year! Hope it’s yours, too!

Happy Release Day to Guardian’s Choice by Isabelle Santiago!

Happy release day to Book II in one of my favorite series. Here’s the blurb:

(Book II, The Guardian Circle)

When Amaya wakes, with only the memory of her world’s apocalyptic destruction, she is surprised to find herself alone in a world deceptively similar to her own. But there’s so much about Zerah that’s changed. The Holy Grounds are gone. The Temple is destroyed. And all that remains of their ancient society is a vast, barren space.

Lost and confused, Amaya is forced underground into the dark heart of the neighboring province, hiding out among the monsters – unnatural products of their Maker. She loses all control of her empathic power, spiraling toward madness, until Phoenix finds and saves her. Together they work to build the semblance of a normal life, but he wants more than she’s prepared to give, and try as she might to forget, she’s still haunted by memories of a man she was never meant to love.

Torn between her fear and her need to be redeemed, Amaya seeks out the very person she’s been running from. He presents a tempting offer: he will free her of the Mark that enslaves her to the Guardianship, a Mark that carries only ghosts of a past better forgotten, and give her a chance at a new life.

All it will cost is her soul.

What I love most about this series:

A) THE CHARACTERS.

Oh my goodness. Talk about conflicted and flawed, and I love every inch of them.

B) THE WORLD BUILDING

So detailed and beautiful and THERE. Every minute of this series you know you’re in a different world.

C) THE CONFLICT

Big stakes. Heartwrenching choices.

D) THE PROSE

Just beautiful stuff. Again, reminds you you’re in a world that’s not your own.

And okay, it may be dedicated to me and some friends… but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s awesome.

Buy it on Kindle, Nook, or Kobo.