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Wednesday, September 2, 2026

First lines: August 2026 edition

Roses and book review, 2018

Below are the first lines of the books I finished reading in August: 4 fiction and 2 non-fiction.  Two books feature Halley’s Comet prominently.  I didn’t plan it that way.


Before getting to the first lines, a question for all y’all.  One of the authors I read this month is John Green.  I haven’t read any of his fiction: Looking for Alaska (2005),  An Abundance of Katherines (2006), Paper Towns (2008), The Fault in Our Stars (2012), Turtles All the Way Down (2017).


Do you have any recommendations from this list?  Not that I need more to read.  But I do like his nonfiction writing style.

 


First lines:


 

Book 1

Southeast Alaskans call it a sucker hole when a patch of blue opens in the clouds and suckers you into thinking the sky is clearing.  Tourists fall for them regularly.

 

It did not rain near us that day.

 

Book 2

When I visit the back corners of my life again after so long a time, littlest things jump out first.  The oilcloth, tiny blue windmills on white squares, worn to colorless smears at our four places at the kitchen table.

 

 

Book 3

The single drop of pee made a pitiful splash.  Fred sighed as he stood over the cracked toilet bowl that, like him, had seen better days.

 

 

Book 4

Around the turn of the nineteenth century, the Scottish tinkerer and chemist James Watt began working on a new project.  He had already achieved fame and success for making steam engines more efficient, helping to fuel the industrial revolution that would radically reshape human history.

This train is only pretending to be a steam engine.
Hogwart's Express, Universal Studios Park


 

Book 5

Prologue 

Comet Halley reached perihelion—the far side of the sun—on April 10, 1910. It swung in a great arc and began hurtling toward Earth at 120,000 miles per hour, just as Stephen Pike was unpacking his case at the halfway house.

 

When I searched my photo library for "comet"
this came up.  Wrong kind of Comet.
Santa's Stable in gingerbread, 2014 (not made by me)

 

Book 6

Belgian Shoes

Angus Lordie, portrait painter, citizen of Edinburgh, husband of Domenica Macdonald and owner (custodian, perhaps, according to modern sensibilities) of Cyril, the only dog in Scotland to have a gold tooth; that Angus Lordie stood in a room of his flat at 44 Scotland Street, wondering what to wear. 


 

 1/4 

Everywhere, from sunup to sunup, the world is full of song.  The days are hot, hot, and all the hot day long I listen to the bees lifting from flower to flower, to the watchful chipmunk sounding its chock chock chock alarm while the red-tailed hawk wheels, crying, high in the sky.



Did not finish

This morning, my mother sat in front of me, covered neck to toe in a red-checkered, black-streaked wax tablecloth we’d been using as a hairdresser cape for a few years – fastened with a binder clip, of course.


 

The titles and authors revealed:

 

 

Book 1

Chasing Alaska: A Portrait of the Last Frontier Then and Now

By C.B. Bernard

280 pages.  2013.

nonfiction essays travel


Very good.  Well titled.  The author relates his own experience in Alaska along with a history of his cousin who was a bona fide arctic explorer.  The author is none too pleased with cruise ship tourists, of which I was one while reading the book.  He’s not wrong.  The book contains some hope for the preservation of species and habitats.  But so much has changed politically since this book was published in 2013 that I have to wonder if that hope is still warranted.

 

 

Book 2

The Whistling Season

Ivan Doig

345 pages • first pub 2006 

fiction historical


I enjoyed this story of a family in Montana, trying to make it forward after a big loss.  Overlaying the 1909-1910 story is a framework of a top educator in the late 1950s.  I appreciated the emphasis on the effect a good teacher can have, the pros and cons of a one-room school-house, and Halley’s comet as a plot device.   This is sort of a coming-of-age story–there are no grisly scenes–and it introduces a lot of SAT-type vocabulary words.  It felt to me like tame Y.A. lit.  Recommend if you need a calm story that praises education.

 

 

Book 3

The Borrowed Life of Frederick Fife

Anna Johnston

336 pages • first pub 2024

fiction contemporary


An amusing and at the same time wistful look at old age and life regrets.  If you don’t like reading about bodily fluids, skip this book.  But really, that’s what managing old age is often about, so you might as well dive in!  This may be the only book I’ve ever read that opens in a urinary fashion.


I really liked the characters and plot, although the Common Household Husband said for him the plot was too predictable.  In high school when we were reading The Scarlet Letter, everyone else knew who the perp was, but I did not figure it out until the author revealed it.  I rarely can guess the plot in advance. 


There was one trick in the narration which I did not appreciate.  It is revealed about 20 chapters in.  The author did it, I think to reinforce the parallels between some of the characters.  Really, we would have realized those parallels on our own.  But like I said, probably all other readers figured this out long before I did.


I read it for Book Club.   Half disliked it, because they just really didn’t want to read about all those fluids.  The other half liked it.


Toilet functions are #1 (and
sometimes #2) in this book.


 

 

Book 4

Everything is Tuberculosis

By John Green

198 pages • first pub 2025

nonfiction health history science


Recommended by numerous people, including E.S. in my book club, blogger Bibliomama, and one of my son’s friends.


A fast read, examining one widespread and deadly illness as an example for how humans could (but so far won’t) begin healing globally.  Ends with hope.  I recommend it.


 

Book 5

The Murder at World's End

A Stockingham & Pike Mystery #1

By Ross Montgomery

368 pages •2025 

fiction crime historical mystery


A good diversion.  I liked the characters, for the most part, but the nasty family members became tedious about half-way through.  This is the author’s first book for adults.  He has written mostly middle-grade fantasy.  


This is the second book in my reading this month which featured Halley’s Comet as integral to the plot.


Recommended by booktuber Steph of the channel Hathaway Ever After, as seen on this Topher’s Library video.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sK4hNTUZxVA&t=2s


 

 

Book 6

Love in the Time of Bertie

(44 Scotland Street series #15)

Alexander McCall Smith

256 pages • first pub 2021

fiction contemporary


I love reading about these characters in Edinburgh, Scotland.  Includes a highly improbable deus ex machina moment to get a character out of a fix, even more unlikely than the moment in Les Miserables when Jean Valjean is leaping across the roofs of Paris and falls into the … but never mind that.  McCall Smith mocks himself for this plot development.  


This reading had me looking up several things referenced in the book:


  • The opera titled The Electrification of the Soviet UnionYes, this opera does exist.  But I did not attempt to listen – not a fan of opera.

  • The per capita chance of being hit by lightning, by country.  It’s higher in places with high agricultural labor.

  • The location of Inverurie in relation to Aberdeen, Scotland.  The map shows some intriguingly-named local attractions, such as these, with some Google reviews:

    • East Aquhorthies Stone Circle (“awsome place and not far from carpark just up a wee hill”

    • Dalmadilly Ponds (“Nice wee place”; “a beautifully restored nature haven”; “Went to dalmadilly with my mate philly, was a bit chilly, philly got lost and felt quite silly, beautiful views of nearby hillys and overall was good cause we seen a pond lily”)

    • The Maiden Stone (“great wee stopover on route north”; “if you like stone bothering this is a place to visit”)

    • Bass of Inverurie (“3 terrific Pictish stones under cover, interesting graveyard”)

 

So in addition to being a calm, thoughtful read, it was educational.




 1/4

I finished the “Summer” section of

The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year

Margaret Renkl

270 pages • first pub 2023  


Summer is not my most favorite season, but I think it is probably Margaret Renkl’s favorite.


So many good quotes and challenging thoughts.  Such as:


… let us consider the whine of the mosquito…who among us could love you? ….We could love you if we reminded ourselves that no creature is made up only of poison, that no life is only a source of irritation or pain. 


That’s a challenge, Margaret, to love mosquitoes.  You are better woman than I.


Or this:


We have come to August, a time when summer has gone on for so long that winter is scarcely a memory. … This is the time of summer when summer tells us it will never end.

But here is an ancient black gum rising so high I’m obliged to throw my head all the way back to see even its lowest branches, and next to its trunk is a single red leaf, fallen onto the forest floor. … I can hardly believe what it is telling me, dripping in the cloud-drenched woods, but I recognize it now: a prophesy.


I do love it when the first leaves begin falling in late August, to forecast the arrival of autumn.



DNF

The True True Story of Raja the Gullible (and His Mother)

Rabih Alameddine

326 pages • first pub 2025 

fiction contemporary lgbtqia+


I might come back to it someday.  But right now, despite my own fondness of cussing, I could not take the repeated foul-mouthed phrase.


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Halley’s Comet is next predicted to be visible from Earth in 2061.  Shall we have a party?




Redbud tree, midsummer, 2016








Friday, August 14, 2026

West Coast Whirlwind




Our big trip first took us to Seattle, Washington, with a 5-hour flight, non-stop from Pittsburgh.  To guard against flight delays, we built in an extra two days in Seattle before our main trip.  But the whole thing went off without a hitch. 

Seattle as seen from West Seattle


Our gracious friends welcomed us at the huge SeaTac airport (five times the passenger volume of PIT) and then took us on a driving tour of their hometown, combined with a delicious lunch at a seafood restaurant overlooking a marina.  

Fishermen's Memorial monument

sea creatures depicted at the base of the monument

Water and hills are ever present in Seattle.  The houses on the hills reminded me of some sections of Pittsburgh, looking all stacked on top of one another.  Pittsburgh has rivers, but Seattle has PUGET SOUND.  And also a waterway called Shilshole Bay, which I didn’t learn how to pronounce, but my eye wants me to say “Shithole Bay”.  It is not that.  It is lovely.  


houses stacked on hills 

vertical lines at the marina



boats and sky


We felt right at home with all the bridges, although Pittsburgh has three times the number of bridges as Seattle.  What Seattle has, and Pittsburgh does not,  though, is a troll under the bridge.  


The troll under the bridge
(photo snapped as we passed by in the car)



The Port of Seattle is a hopping place, with container shipping, a grain terminal, and two cruise ship ports.    But the big influx of wealth in the past few decades is from high tech.  With the arrival of AI, the economic future is uncertain.  

Pier 91, cruise ship terminal


LDC grain terminal.
I used to work for that company.


The price of gas was a shocking ~$5.20/gallon, compared to about $4.20 here.  Their tax on gasoline must be even heftier than ours.  But our friends drove us hither and yon, over to West Seattle, and also to the top of hills overlooking Puget Sound.  They pointed out the Pacific madrone tree, with a unique reddish bark.  


Madrone tree trunk



Then, oh!  We went to the Olympic Sculpture Park, where most of the art is outdoors.  It was marvelous!  I hope to devote another post to the sculpture park, but first I have to convince my husband to give me his photos. Here's a tiny sample.





As we walked around the park, we saw scads of young folk in fancy dress.  This was most likely preparation for the Seafair Torchlight Parade later on; it just added to the festive feel.



young ladies in gowns ride scooters near railroad tracks

The next day, our first stop, at my request, was the “Gay Plant Store on Capitol Hill in Seattle.”  Officially it’s “The Plant Store” but Planthony has made it famous with his social media videos.  And he was there!  I was in the presence of a celebrity, but I was too shy to take a selfie with Planthony.  He was so gracious.  I bought some Gay Plant Store stickers.


me, about to collide with a celebrity



We walked all over the Capitol Hill area.  Just down the street from The Gay Plant Store is Voodoo Doughnuts.  Or if you would like to sip a coffee while surrounded by cats (achooo!), try the Cat Cafe.  The neighborhood is welcoming to queer and transgender people (unlike other parts of our country).  We saw the park where No Kings rallies took place. We passed a cafe which was having a drag sing along.  Sadly, I do not have a photo of the Elliott Bay Book Company, where we stopped in for a rest and a beverage.   


Voodoo Doughnuts started
in Portland, I think.

This is the actual voodoo doughnut.
Pretzel stick stuck in the side of the pastry.

The cat cafe

massive amounts of posts plastered to poles

Black Lives Matter street art
just outside the huge park
where many public rallies take place



We were going to head to Seattle Center for a food festival, but the traffic was thick and we were tired so our friends took us back to our hotel.  It turns out there was a mass shooting there that very afternoon.  It doesn’t have to be this way, folks.  It doesn’t.  


View from Ray's Boathouse restaurant

We had a lovely meal at Ray's Boathouse, overlooking Shilshole Bay, drove along Alki Beach Park, and also at some point past the statue of Lenin, a building being built around an airplane (why do this?!), and eventually back to our hotel to rest before the next leg of our trip.

Lenin has blood on his hands.
As viewed from the car.



Why would anyone build this?
We all agreed it was creepy.



Did I mention that the weather was unexpectedly cooperative the whole time?

Thank you, Seattle friends.
A wonderful start to our vacation.


Posts in this series:

Alaska: rocks, fjords, and water 

Alaska: flora and fauna

Alaska: culture and commerce



Sunday, July 19, 2026

It's just a bunch of stuff that happened - Part 1: Peaches Deliver Joy



How it started:

In April, I ordered 12 pounds of peaches from The Peach Truck, on a whim. Because the four Peach Truck peaches someone shared with me last year were astoundingly delicious.


The Peach Truck lived up to its
slogan: Delivering Joy.


How it’s going:

I picked up the peaches on July 2nd, getting in the end of a huge line in the dangerous sun and heat.  I feared getting sunburned, but The Peach Truck operates efficiently.  The precious cargo and my skin were home within the hour.

Twelve pounds of peaches,
minus two which we ate out of hand.



The Peach Truck said to spread them out on a table for a few days.  I did, but it was a good thing I did not wait more than a day. These gems were ready for baking.  I spent the next two days making pies, perhaps the most intense pie production of my life.  



One recipe said chunks are better than 
slices.  Slices are hard to cut,
but chunks are way harder.
As for the outcome, further
research is required.


Cutting peaches for pie is not as easy as cutting apples for pie.  These peaches were oh, so lusciously juicy, which made them ultra slippery when skinless, as most of us would be.  


First pie, with hearts and triangles.
For Thanksgiving.  


On Independence Day I made two of the pies and six tarts. For the tarts I cheated by using store-bought graham cracker crusts.  Thank you, Keebler Elves! 


On Independence Day, my favorite season
is still the fall of the patriarchy.


As I was endangering my fingers by slicing peaches for the second pie, I listened to Heather Cox Richardson read the Declaration of Independence out loud, with commentary.  I had not been keen to recognize this holiday, but with peach juice dripping off my hands, I hit my stride and was glad to have my own little celebration, just me and HCR and peaches and pie crust.  Suitably American.


Second pie, with diamonds. 
 Planned for my birthday.

While peach pie is one of my favorites, I haven’t made it all that often.  I experimented with several different cooking methods– those might appear in another post, much much later.  Or not.


Third pie (raw; those are supposed to
be clubs cut into the crust).
And tarts.

We ate the third pie for July 4th dinner.  It was rather soupy – dammit, I will have to try again.  I think it was because the top crust needed more openings.  Through additional rigorous scientific testing (n=6), we discovered that graham cracker crusts become soggy after just a day or so, but the filling was not soupy. 


We stored two pies in the Common Household Son’s freezer – one for my birthday and one for Thanksgiving (if it makes it that long).  We did eat some of the peaches fresh.  Oh, glory!


Part 2: Chairs and Gardens
Part 3: Empty Nest Again (final in this series of posts)