Tuesday, March 31, 2026

First Lines: March 2026 edition

My mother reading Richard Scarry to my father.

Below are the first lines of the 9 short books I finished reading in March.  Some political, some fun and one absolute fluff, all under 300 pages.  I read the non-fiction books too fast, which reduced my retention.

 

 

Book 1

In 1776, fifty-six men risked their lives to defy the British and sign their names to the Declaration of Independence, but most Americans can’t name more than a handful.

 


 

Book 2

Sister Bernadette Ohlson anticipated her annual vacation with her best friend more than any other event all year, but before she could leave The Abbey: Senior Living, she had to complete the to-do list she’d written on the back of an old envelope.

 

 

Book 3

Who Wants to Read a Sermon?

When I first read the Gospel of Matthew–I must have been about thirteen or fourteen–I didn’t have much interest in the Sermon on the Mount.

 

 

Book 4

The Rescue

Nancy Drew, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue convertible.  She had just delivered some legal papers for her father.


 

Book 5

Introduction: Crisis Conditions Require Bold Tactics

The contemporary political moment is defined by emergency.  Acute crises, like the COVID-19 pandemic and climate change-induced fires, floods, and storms, as well as the ongoing crises of racist criminalization, brutal immigration enforcement, endemic gender violence, and severe wealth inequality, threaten the survival of people around the globe.



Book 6

My attention was drawn to the spots on my chest when I was in my bath, singing, if I remember rightly, the Toreador song from the opera Carmen.


Of all my photos of bathtubs, this scene
is the most likely to be in a book with this character.
 


Book 7

The children did not like it that Marta was unhappy.


“Well, she chose to come, didn't she?” said Janet.


“Haven’t you ever chosen to do something and not liked it at all?” asked Father, and Janet had to admit she had.  Gregory had not.


 

Book 8

July 21

107 Days to the Election

“Auntie!  Auntie!”

A small fist rapped gently on my bedroom door.


 

Book 9

Welcome:  I’m SO Glad You Picked Up this Book!
I’m guessing you did so because you're looking for a way of making a difference that fits in your life. 



Did not finish 1

I remember, in no particular order:

- a shiny inner wrist;

- steam rising from a wet sink as a hot frying pan is laughingly tossed into it;



Did not finish 2

She did not call her mother Mom or Mommy or even Mother.



 

The titles and authors revealed:


My favorites were Book 2 and Book 7.  Book 6 was the fluff.  

 

Book 1

Signing Their Lives Away: The Fame and Misfortune of the Men Who Signed the Declaration of Independence

By Denise Kiernan with Joseph D'Agnese

256 pages •  first pub 2019 

nonfiction history informative


The only reason I got this book (on Libby, kindle version, from the library) is because David McCullough’s book 1776 would require waiting and I wanted a big selection of books to read, right now, while traveling on the weekend.


It would work well to read this book in snippets.  Each section represents one of the thirteen colonies and the chapters are quite short, each one about one of the signers.


 

Book 2

A Fatal Habit (Nun the Wiser Mysteries #3)

By Melissa Westemeier

289 pages • first pub 2026

fiction mystery

(purchased for my kindle)


A yarn well told and thoroughly enjoyable to read.  The characters are well-portrayed and I found the subplots interesting.  Loads of tea drinking, which I always appreciate, especially when it was served up by the police in an effort to calm a character.  The premise was unique, and also served as a sincere recognition of graphic novel/comic book artists.  I applaud the author’s bold decision to move the setting for this third one in the series.  It was good to have the friends of AJ, a fresh set of characters, developed.


At one point in my reading, I said to my husband with eager anticipation, “There is about to be an exciting yet gentle chase through a hotel with a retired nun!”  In response my husband thought of how a chase scene would go in a retirement home.  He set up a whole scenario with a phalanx of elderly people barging down the retirement center hallway, rollators assisting, at 0.00001 mph.  At the last moment, an outlaw elderly resident sticks out his cane, the rollators and their owners tumble, snowballing down the hall in slow motion.  That didn’t happen in the book; the chase was in fact swift and stirring.


The villain was suitably villainous.  What we need in these times is for a heinous villain to be brought down fully, and shamed to the utmost.  This book delivers (but without gore or congressional action).  Oh, how we long for the same outcome to be delivered to certain public figures.


I have to love a book that references David Tennant.  

 

 

Book 3

Sermon on the Mount: A Beginner's Guide to the Kingdom of Heaven

By Amy-Jill Levine

160 pages • first pub 2020

Nonfiction informative reflective slow-paced


Reading it for a Lenten study.  Healing.  I swear, every time I opened this book and started reading, it was the literary equivalent of a soothing cup of tea.

 

 

Book 4

The Secret of the Old Clock (Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #1)

Carolyn Keene 

210 pages • first pub 1930  

fiction middle-grade mystery lighthearted mysterious fast-paced


I read lots of Nancy Drew books in my youth, but I had no recollection of the plot for this one. Ah, the joys of a forgetful mind.   The book is rather repetitive–the reader is reminded numerous times how beneficial the inheritance will be for various people Nancy befriends.  The jaded adult reader begins to wonder if Nancy herself is responsible for the death of the benefactor.  But this book contains no murder or gory brutality.  Nancy is a goody-two-shoes, as any 18-year-old girl (as she is referred to in this book) should be portrayed in 1930 (or 1959, which is actually the revision date).  She rushes around doing good deeds, including apparently working for her lawyer father without pay.  Her perfect choice in clothing is frequently described.  


Once a key object is found, the plot moves forward quickly.


As a girl (long before I got my driver’s license), I do remember being astonished that Nancy Drew had her own car.  In the versions I read, it was called a “roadster”, if memory serves.  But that word was not used in this version.  I admired the freedom her car gave her.


I enjoyed reading it – goodness triumphs in the end, the greedy people get their comeuppance, and, in an excellent marketing ploy, the next book is introduced.  Sometimes when reading a book written long ago, unwanted things like racism and antisemitism rear their ugly heads.  I saw none of that, and Wikipedia confirms that later versions removed racial stereotypes. Supposedly I read the “80th Anniversary Edition,” which I got from the library on kindle, but the internet advises that the version with Nancy as an 18-year old is the 1959 revised version.  


Nancy Drew and her father reside in a fictional town with no clear geographical location, except for one mention of the Muskoka River, which the internet locates in Canada.  The possibility of Nancy Drew there enhances my opinion of Canada.  But the internet also rules that Nancy Drew’s location is somewhere in the Midwestern US.


And that is enough about that.

 

 

Book 5

Mutual Aid: Building Solidarity During This Crisis (and the Next)

By Dean Spade

152 pages • first pub 2020 (I read the 2026 edition)

nonfiction politics sociology

The preface is 38 pages long!


The author is emphatically anti-capitalism.  I thought this was going to be a book describing how successful mutual aid efforts were built and sustained, but there were no details on that.  Plenty of admonishment on how not to have your mutual aid effort sink into serving capitalism.  The last chapter had some useful stuff on the psychology of groups and good practices to follow to avoid pitfalls of working in groups.  

 

 

Book 6

Aunts Aren’t Gentlemen

By P.G. Wodehouse

167 pages • first pub 1974

fiction classics


The plot is enjoyably the same as any Jeeves & Wooster volume:  B. Wooster successfully avoids marrying an overbearing woman, and narrowly escapes being thrashed by threatening muscular men.  The outcome for Aunt Dahlia is positive.  Oblique mentions but no appearance of Aunt Agatha in this one.


This was the last book Wodehouse published before his death in 1975 at the age of 93.   


I read the hardback version, borrowed from the library.


 

Book 7

The Kitchen Madonna

By Rumer Godden, Illustrated by Carol Barker

89 pages • 1967

fiction children's classics


Lovely! A calm story of children making an extra effort to help an immigrant feel more at home in her adopted residence. The children are changed by their experience.  I was glad I read this in physical format.  There were just a handful of  illustrations, beautifully done in a stylized manner appropriate for a book about an icon.  Recommended by Swistle in this blog post.


Looking into this book informed me that there is a booktube phenomenon called Middle-Grade March.  In which adults read at least one middle-grade book.  I have now fulfilled that illustrious goal.

Not exactly an icon.
A mosaic of Mary, from Scotland
in the Church of the Annunciation,
Israel


 

Book 8

107 Days

Kamala Harris

304 pages • first pub 2025

nonfiction history memoir politics


It was bittersweet to read this.  This woman would have made a very fine president.


Overall, the book is thin on details, but I do not fault her for not providing them.  I guess a deeper book is for historians to write.


The frantic pace of the campaign seems impossible.  It’s ludicrous to think that a presidential campaign in the 21st century in a nation of 340+ million people could be pulled together in 107 days.  Ms. Harris tried. I fault Joe Biden’s hubris (though he is humble in other respects) and his advisors’ hubris.  If I recall correctly, he promised that he would serve just one term as POTUS.  He was certainly an effective president (one major exception was Gaza/Israel), but should have not pushed Harris off to the side.  He should have said definitively in 2022 or before that he would not run for re-election.  


She had 16 days to pick a Vice Presidential nominee.


To hear Kamala tell it, Joe Biden was not much help and was sometimes a hindrance to her campaign.


The chapter titles have a confusing error, at least in the Kindle version.  

The first chapter is called “July 21: 107 Days to the Election.”

The second chapter is “July 27: 131 Days to the Election.”  What is this time travel?

I puzzled mightily over this until I did the calendar math:  Nov 5, 2024 minus 131 days = June 27th.  It’s a bad typo.  

 

We tried.

 

Book 9

Micro Activism: How You Can Make a Difference in the World Without a Bullhorn

By Omkari Williams

176 pages • first pub 2023

nonfiction feminism politics race


This short book was more applicable to my situation than Mutual Aid.  The main takeaway for me is that limiting activism to just one or two issues can make an activist more effective.  For the past 9 years I have not been following that advice. 



Did not finish 1

The Sense of an Ending

By Julian Barnes

150 pages • first pub 2011

fiction contemporary literary

Borrowed from NPL; due on March 31st.


I read halfway through it, but decided I simply did not like any of the characters.  I suppose the writing is brilliant but I just was not in the mood for it.  Content warning: suicide.



Did not finish 2

The Paris Novel by Ruth Reichl

288 pages •2024

fiction historical


Stopped at page 15.  Pedophilia.  I can’t read about that.  This one was for book club.



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What's in your reading stack these days?

Thursday, March 19, 2026

Beverages of the Apocalpyse

This excellent basket included some
beautiful hand-knitted items, including
that red Norwegian-style resistance hat.


I am now stocked up on Beverages of the Apocalypse.  We won a basket at a recent event, which included a whole bunch of hot chocolate packets.  When I make hot chocolate, I usually make it by heating milk in the microwave and adding dark cocoa and sugar.  But the microwave just broke, so the packets are welcome.  And I just re-ordered a bunch of tea and chocolate from Equal Exchange.  


A recent phone conversation with Younger Daughter:


Me:  Did you hear about the meteor that was over Ohio?  K saw it!


Younger Daughter:  You know, we’ve had a lot of signs of The Apocalypse lately.  In the past few years we’ve had an eclipse, a plague, and now a meteor.  Am I wrong?


Me: We’ve also had a giant wind storm (last year and this year), power outages that lasted a long time, and yet another windstorm, followed by snow.


YD:Yes, we had a lot of snow and cold this winter. 


Me: AND the microwave broke.


YD: Are you ready to be raptured yet?


Me: “Take me away, Calgon!”


YD: I don’t know who Calgon is.


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The correct phrase from the commercials of my childhood is “Calgon, take me away!”  


The fact that I still remember this phrase proves the efficacy of advertising slogans.  The reminiscence led me down a rabbit hole, courtesy of Youtube, which revealed the changing portrayal of stresses in US (white) women’s lives. 


In the 1960s, the ad slogan was “Calgon Bouquet: nicest thing that’s happened to you since him.”  The woman is defined by her service to others - the husband and the children.  The ad is narrated entirely by a male voice.


In 1977 the commercial for Calgon has “the dog, the telephone, the children, the doorbell” as the stresses in the woman’s life.  The woman is still anchored to a life solely at home.  The ad starts with a male voice narrating, but the woman has one line, the famous “Calgon, take me away!”  The scene shifts to a ludicrously giant bathtub in a room with huge windows (no curtains!) for the enjoyment of the bubble bath.


By 1979 the woman now obviously has a job outside the home.  The stresses are: traffic, the male boss yelling, and then at home – the baby and the dog.  A microcosm of the economy which had (white) women joining the work force but also still responsible for most of home life.  Calgon takes her away to the same kind of bathing area with a ridiculous number of 3-story-high pillars.


In the 1980s the commercial is much shorter. By now all of American knows the schtick and all the woman has to say is the one famous line.  The bathroom scene is not shown in a wide angle.  


The internet shows no evidence that Calgon commercials ever featured a person of color. 


The fact that the next generation knows nothing of Calgon taking us away surely means that the Apocalypse is on its way. How about you, dear reader, what would be your favorite Beverage of the Apocalypse?



If there is going to be an Apocalypse,
I will need Peach schapps.



Sunday, March 15, 2026

You Have the Power

TEETH.
American Museum of Natural History,
New York City, August 2014


On Wed. March 11th I went to the Dentist Whom I Do Not Trust (DWIDNT?) and acquired my first crown, on a tooth that has not been causing me any pain or trouble.  I kvetched and moaned beforehand to anyone who would listen.  My friends offered concern and solace, patiently telling me that they had had this procedure and it was not painful.  Expensive dental work without pain? Can’t be, I reasoned.


I entered the appointment in a bad mood, because of All The Things, including but not limited to anticipation of pain.   I told the dentist at the start that I was nervous, for which the response was the usual medical-personnel brushoff, “Oh, you’ll do fine.”  


This reminds me of Nov 2016 after the Orange Menace was first elected, when someone at church said to me, “It will be okay.”  It has not been okay.  It has been horrendous.


I said to the Dentist Whom I Do Not Trust, “You’ve done a billion of these, right?”  Yes, pretty much.  He spent about 30 seconds administering the local anesthetic, went away until I was numb, came back and spent about 5 minutes drilling the old filling out.  Then he left the room, never to be seen again by me that day.  The rest of the work that hour was done by Kelly, the Person Whose Title I Don’t Know.  Or maybe her name was not Kelly.  I don’t remember.  (I wish that I would be handed a card at every dentist visit that says, “Your hygienist today was FirstName” because after six months I can never remember the hygienist’s name.)  I was worried about how the dentist was going to be, professionally, but I should have worried about how the Unknown Titled Person would be.  She did a lot of intricate work to make the temporary crown.


They knew I had never before received a crown, and that it was a long time since I had had anything done requiring local anesthetic.  I wanted them to tell me, for each part of the procedure, exactly what they were doing.  They did not.  Informing the patient is too much to ask in 2026.  As best I could, I asked questions, despite my mouth being numb.   But if I didn’t ask, there was very little info forthcoming.  


Wedding crowns from
Pakistan.



I was told what not to eat, and not to floss, that it’s probably a good idea to rinse with warm salt water, the warmer the better.  This info should be handed to the dental patient after the procedure, on a little card which also says, “Your hygienist today was FirstName.” I am now terrified to brush my teeth on that side.  


I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had no pain, even after the anesthetic wore off.  All my friends were telling me the truth, and I am grateful.  I rinsed with salt water, while the Common Household Husband peppered me with questions:  How much salt?  How hot the water?  How often?  I have no idea, because I was not handed a little card with detailed instructions.  I am the grandchild of a train engineer and the daughter of an engineer and a teacher.  I want detailed instructions.  Or, to put it more bluntly, I want to be pampered.


It is a temporary crown, but gives me the authority to say, on March 28th, “You say ‘No Kings’, but I actually have a crown. Bwa ha ha ha !.”  It is very unlikely I will actually say that.  


I offer no final judgment until I receive the permanent crown. The temporary one makes me feel like I have glue on my gums.





*** Two days later ***


On Friday March 13, 2026 we had a huge wind storm, which knocked the power out, just after I finished cooking dinner.  We ate dinner in the light of the shabbat candles.  I had just charged up my kindle earlier in the day.  The Common Household Husband was home and, though his EV was below 50%, it had enough charge to run the fridge.  The outside temperature was above freezing.  No trees fell on the house. You can decide if all of that means Friday the 13th is lucky or unlucky.   The power was off until around 3 PM the next day.


Near our son's apartment



During the night, I skipped around on my kindle, starting three new books and eventually finishing one I had been reading, in the hopes of falling back asleep.  I had been longing to have the concentration to sink my teeth into a long book, and I took this as my opportunity, although it is hard to concentrate with the wind howling.  I bought a 571-page Pulitzer-Prize-winning history book about Cuba. I am enjoying it so far.  I will probably finish it in July.


We made it through the night, waking up on Saturday to an ambient temperature of around 58 degrees in the house.  Brrr!  We got up and made our way to Eat ‘N’ Park, a fine local eating establishment, where we found everyone else also in search of a hot breakfast.  


I completely forgot to rinse with salt water.  But I still remain without any pain or infection.  So far.


We cleaned up branches and sticks from the yard until the bin was full.  We drove over to our son’s apartment – his power had been restored Friday afternoon – charged our devices, chatted, and went for a strenuous walk to view the local damage.  When we returned home in the afternoon, the power had been restored about half an hour prior.  NAPTIME.


So we have electrical power back at our house (not so much for my church, sadly), and I have temporary regal gear, at least for Molar #31.  This afternoon, the wind is really picking up speed again.  Thanks, 2026.


Voting is my superpower, and probably yours too.  I refuse to cede that power: I have a crown. 


Hope to see you all in the streets on March 28th.



No huge branches down in our yard.


The bin is full but we still have
more branches to put in it.
And another windstorm today.

Does she wear a crown or a tiara?