Month: July 2026

Books are books

Books are my favorite thing. I guess that isn’t a huge reveal. I love books. I love reading them, writing them.

Smelling them.

I love having a physical book to read, then display on a shelf like a trophy. Honestly, right now my favorite thing is swinging in my hammock and reading my way through my Summer reading list.

Recently, someone on Instagram said that they love cat people. Because cat people don’t just love their cat to death. They love your cat to death. They love street cats to death. They love all cats to death. That’s how I feel about books, and avid readers. (And cats.) I love everyone who reads. I love all books. But, apparently, this isn’t a universal opinion. I’ve seen far too much infighting among my book peers about things that, honestly, shouldn’t be argued about. So today I want to let you know where I stand in the literary world. I don’t think anything I’m about to say is a hot take. But it’s the internet, after all. Let’s see what happens.

Ebooks are books

My preferred method for reading is a physical book. That being said, I have read e-books and will continue to do so. Sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes the book isn’t available in print yet. Sometimes I don’t want to take several books on vacation. Sometimes the book came out, I forgot to preorder it, and I have to read it right now. Either way is valid. It’s still a book, on screen or on paper. It’s just like preferring mint toothpaste to cinnamon. Your teeth still get clean.

Audiobooks are books

This is another thing I am shocked I have to argue. Listening to an audiobook is still reading a book. I don’t know about you, but I want to read a lot of books. And I have shit to do that requires my hands. So if I can listen to a Grady Hendrix book while doing the dishes, weeding, or formatting a damned paperback, then I’d like to do so.

I’ve seen people putting down audiobook readers online. And it’s got to stop. We don’t all have the time to read as much as we want. Some of us (hi) are reading for work as well as recreation, and we need to get through some pages. And there are people with disabilities for whom physical reading is a challenge. There should be no barriers to enjoying a good story.

Comic books are books

I have always had a rather advanced vocabulary. This started when I read Calvin and Hobbs as a child. This led me to fall in love with comic strips. And I still love them. Snoopy, Cathy, Garfield, Girls With SlingShots, Squid Row. Comics were one of my first passions.

I do not understand why people will look down on comics as being cheap kids’ entertainment. They’re a great introduction to the fact that, hey, reading is supposed to be fun. There are heavy graphic novels, like Maus. There are fantastic adventures, like Bone or Wonderland. These are good stories. They promote literacy and a passion for reading. Also, they’re just fun.

Nonfiction and fiction are books

I read fiction and nonfiction. I do not understand people who read only one or the other. What, you don’t want to learn something? You don’t want to experience a good story? And even if you have a particular preference, why would you enforce that on everyone else?

Honestly, if you find that you read a lot of one or the other, I would encourage you to branch out a bit. My reading list has been really fiction-heavy this year. I need to fit some nonfiction in.

Genre books are books, and so are literary books

This one’s similar to the last two, if we’re being honest.

If you’ve read On Writing, then you know that Stephen King was once asked by a teacher why he wanted to write trash. By trash, she meant a ‘novelized’ version of a movie he’d seen. The answer didn’t come to him then, and he says there’s still a little part of him ashamed of it.

Genre fiction tends to be frowned upon by literary snobs. At the same time, literary fiction tends to be frowned upon by people like me, who believe in telling an entertaining story that damned well goes somewhere.

I kid. Actually, I enjoy writing some literary short pieces, just playing around with words. Evoking emotion, creating art. It’s fun.

But if you don’t think that genre writing can feel like literary writing, you’re not reading the right kind of books.

Books I don’t like are still books

There are lots of people in this world who enjoy some truly terrible books. Just awful. And there’s just no accounting for taste. I have DNF’d books that got glowing five-star reviews. I’ve devoured books that others couldn’t stomach. Honestly, there are whole genres I can’t stand. For instance, I’ll never be a romance girlie. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to talk shit about the romance girlies. Those are still books, and they still give people joy.

So here’s the main point. Books are books. It doesn’t matter how someone is reading. Reading is always worth it. It’s always a good choice.

Live and let read, everyone.

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Why Not With A Bang Works

I received an arc of Temi Oh’s Not With A Bang, which released on Tuesday of this week. Normally I try to get my arc reviews out before the book comes out, but life being what it is, we’re here now.

I promise, this book is worth the wait.

Not With A Bang is about the Minton family. They seem to be a fairly typical family, though nothing like any family I’ve ever met. The main character, Briar, is the second oldest of four daughters. She dislikes her family, for all the typical reasons. Her mom seems to like her the least. Her dad lost his job and is spiraling. Her oldest sister is getting married to a very well-off man. Basically, everyone is wrapped up in their own personal dramas.

Then, the Event happens.

The family is separated in three locations. They’re all trying to survive. They’re all trying to get home.

They’re all trying to find each other.

This book had me in tears. So let’s break it down today and talk about why it works.

The first thing I loved about this book is that it’s very British. And it really highlighted why America kind of sucks right now. Marcus, the father of the family, lost his job as a police officer for something that no American cop would do today. He was publicly shamed and felt bad for his actions.

What a world!

I was also really impressed with the Event. The big, world-ending thing. It was unique, and not at all what I was expecting. It also seemed like something fairly simple, until you consider the implications.

I won’t ruin it for you, because it was a terrific surprise. I was, at first, sure that this couldn’t be The Event. Until I really thought about it.

Honestly, that can be said of the whole book. Because while I did guess some things, most of what happened I was just not expecting. At no point did I know where this story was going. It was just one rather shocking event after another.

And I think the real reason this is true is that all of the characters acted like, well, humans.

I think sometimes in the sci-fi genre, we writers write the world as we want it to be. We write people who are brave, passionate, selfless. We write the people we wish we knew. The people we wish we were.

The Mintons are not those people. They’re selfish. They’re messy. One parent is having an affair. One is losing their mind. One character has an incredibly toxic relationship with their best friend.

And yet, when it comes time, each Minton rises to the occasion. They do incredible, selfless, messy, and magical things. Things that I think we all hope that we could rise to.

All in all, I only have one real complaint. And this might just be a personal issue for me. The book wasn’t funny.

And no, I don’t expect a messy and beautiful family story at the end of the world to be a laugh riot. But there aren’t any funny moments. There aren’t any quick one-liners.

Comedy adds levity to the darkest times. There’s a reason why gallows humor is popular. It’s a coping mechanism. A good sense of humor can brighten even our darkest days.

But maybe that was the point. Maybe there isn’t an escape from this end of the world. Maybe we’re just meant to feel the weight.

Not With A Bang is out now. I highly suggest giving it a read. It’s scary, touching, and honest. I loved it, and I think you will too.

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The best books of 2026 so far

It’s July, and the year is half over. The days already grow shorter, the nights (slightly) colder. So it’s a good time to stop, take a beat, and see where we are for 2026.

Because it’s been a hell of a year already, hasn’t it?

2026 has brought with it some surprises. Most of which have been bad, but a few have been good. One thing I didn’t plan for was the influx of new (to me) writers that I would discover. People who were not on my radar or my insta buy list before this year, but are working their way there now.

A lot of my reading this year has been horror. You can read my reviews of many of these books over on Weird Wyrlds. But, for the first time, a book of poetry snuck its way into the top ten.

So let’s get into it. Here are the top ten books I’ve read so far in 2026, rated from 10 to one. As always, I’m not going to go into a ton of detail, because I’ve already reviewed all of these books.

The Fox and The Devil by Kiersten White

This was the sapphic vampire murder mystery love story I didn’t know I needed. But my goodness, reading this book while sipping red wine was one of the highlights of my year.

Rainshadow Orphans by Naomi Ishiguro

This was such a cute book. Okay, it was a cute book about political uprising, dark magic, gruesome murders, and class warfare. But it also had bubble tea, cats, and sun spirits. So, overall a super cute read. Even better, it’s the start of a trilogy. So please join me in waiting for the next one.

The End of the World As We Know It by misc authors

Have you ever read The Stand by Stephen King and thought, man, this book could easily have been 800 pages longer? No, just me? Well, for the first time, King opened up one of his worlds for other authors to play in. This book is a collection of stories in the world of The Stand by some fantastic writers. Go check it out. And avoid the Walking Dude.

Can You Sign My Tentacle by Brandon O’Brien

I heard one of O’Brien’s poems read by the man himself at a Nebula conference. And it was fantastic. I’d never read a whole book of speculative poetry before. But now, I’m hooked.

Year of The Mur by L.D. Lewis

For someone like me who loved The Little Mermaid as a child and now realizes how dumb Ariel was as an adult, this book was fantastic. And, again, it’s the first of two.

The Caretaker by Marcus Kliewer

Imagine being broke. Well, chances are you don’t really have to imagine that. But imagine being offered a house-sitting gig for the weekend for an exorbitant amount of money. But it comes with weird rules.

This book is a textbook example of actual obsessive-compulsive disorder. To say it was unsettling is an understatement.

The October Film Haunt by Michael Wehunt

The past always catches up with us. Part slasher thriller, part paranormal mind fuck, this book had me looking over my damned shoulder.

The Republic of Memory by Mahmud El Sayed

This is a fantastic political story, told from various points of view as a generational ship has to ask whether their living citizens are more important than those in cryostasis. The question is complicated, and so is the book.

I know a place by Nat Cassidy

This was a collection of short stories. And every one was better than the last. One, Laughlines, has stuck with me the most. Ugh, the visuals in that one. It will haunt you in the best way possible.

The Reformatory by Tananarive Due

This is the best book I’ve read all year by far. It’s the kind of book that you read and then have to sit with. I mean, I was bawling.

This is a historical fiction about a twelve-year-old Black boy who’s sent to a reform school after kicking the son of a wealthy landowner. He soon finds out that the school is haunted by boys who never left. The ghosts are fiction. The abuse described in the book is accurate.

Read this one in the Summer heat. It’s a whole experience.

Alright, now it’s your turn. What are the best books you’ve read so far this year? Let us know in the comments.

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So, 250 years

Tomorrow is the 4th of July. And, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, it’s America’s 250th birthday. And our girl is looking rough. Almost as rough as the front lawn of the White House right now.

You already know that I’m a pretty liberal person. I hate the current administration and just about everything it’s doing. I’m a bisexual woman and witch. To be completly frank, I think we’re just a short goosestep away from facisim. And if you feel like I feel, celebrating Independence Day probably feels gross right now.

At least, that’s how I was feeling. But, here’s the problem with that. I am an American. I carry the New England ocean in my eyes and the Appalachian dirt under my fingernails. I am an American. And I am proud to be an American.

Not in a ‘Murica, love it or leave it sort of way. More in a ‘We The People’ sort of way.

I am proud of us. Our people, and our history of civil disobedience.

I grew up hearing stories about Vietnam protests. I was a kid when I first learned of the Kent State shootings. I was baffled by the thought of college students being murdered for protesting. Weren’t we supposed to protest? Wasn’t that part of what it was to be American?

It is, in fact, part of what makes us American. And I’m damn proud of that.

I’m proud of the brave protestors at the Stonewall riots. I’m proud of the people in Minnesota who protested against ICE and protected their neighbors. I’m proud of every single person on college campuses protesting the ongoing war in Gaza.

We are protestors. We always have been. We started this country by throwing tea in a harbour. And that patriot spirit lives on in us.

I am proud most of all of our writers. We have produced some of the most amazing writers the world has ever known. Some have been protestors as well, and some have just written honestly and deeply about how they’ve seen the world. Maya Angelou, Nellie Bly, Shirley Jackson, Lois Lowrey. Charles Ortleb, who founded The New York Native. Modern authors like Tananarive Due who remind us of our past. Authors like Upton Sinclair and Thomas Bell, who wrote about the horrors around them unflinchingly. There are a thousand more I’m forgetting, a thousand more I don’t even know about, and a thousand after that who are just getting started.

We can’t really love something unless we see it. All of it. I am well aware of our shared history. Of all the blood spilled on this land. I live on land originally inhabited by the native Lanape tribe. I live on land where there were bloody battles and Residential Schools. I live where people have been worked to death to rip coal from the ground.

But I also live where people have fought for freedom. Where we’ve aspired to mighty ideals that we haven’t yet reached. Where we stand up for our neighbors. And I’m proud to be an American. I am proud of my fellow Americans, not some false dream of pink houses.

So if you’re like me, and you’ve had a hard time feeling patriotic, here’s what I suggest. Do something patriotic. Stand up for your neighbors. Stand up for the immigrant, the LGBTQ+ community. Protect people of color. Protest when you can, however you can. Find joy in the little moments, even in these dark days. Visit your library, take food to your food bank. Shop small. And vote! For God’s sake, vote.

Happy Independence Day. Let Freedom live in your heart and show in your actions. Let’s work together to build a country we can all be proud of. Hopefully it won’t take us another 250 years to do it.

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