Thursday, June 4, 2026

First Lines: May 2026 edition

 

Yarn bombing at the local library

Below are the first lines of the books I finished reading in May. 

 

Book 1

They didn’t say anything about this in the books, I thought, as the snow blew in through the gaping doorway and settled on my naked back.


 

Book 2

Book I: The Story (Beginning, Middle, and End)

I’m the best auctioneer in the world, but no one knows it because I’m a discreet sort of man.  My name is Gustavo Sanchez Sanchez, though people call me Highway, I believe with affection.  I can imitate Janis Joplin after two rums.  

 

 

Book 3

Introduction: Beyond Scarcity

You open your eyes at dawn and turn in the cool bedsheets.  A few feet above your head, affixed to the top of the roof, a layer of solar panels blinks in the morning sun.  

 

 

Book 4

When I say the word bitch, what comes to mind? Let me guess: that girl you went to high school with—the one with the small nose who wore Britney Spears perfume and never invited you to her house parties.

 


Book 5

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.


Fishing, but not in the Gulf Stream
 off the coast of Cuba


 

Book 6

Dear growing one, when you were born you couldn’t say anything, and your caregivers had to figure out everything you needed.

 

 

Book 7

Prologue

It was a standard bathroom.  The kind you’d find in a 1950s timber home just about anywhere in New Zealand, with a dark linoleum floor and small handbasin – enough of a bowl to wash your hands, but not enough to contain all the water while you do it.

 



The titles and authors revealed:

 

 

Book 1

All Creatures Great and Small (#1)

By James Herriot.  437 pages • 1972.

nonfiction classics memoir


What a relief to read this book, which essentially ignores most of the world’s ills and focuses on the ills of animals, and by extension the narrow subset of humans living in the Yorkshire Dales of the 1930s.  I had read it a loooong time ago and enjoyed it then, but the only story I remembered from my first read was the one about the pajamas.  On my kindle, the book was 532 pages, and the book did seem longer than I had remembered.  This was for book club.


 

Book 2

The Story of My Teeth

By Valeria Luiselli with Christina MacSweeney (Translator)

184 pages • first pub 2013

fiction contemporary


This was a weird book.  It was replete with violence, funny-sad events, and references to writers and artists.  I almost gave up, but about ¾ of the way through, it all pulled itself together.  The Afterword by the author further elucidates; if you finish the book, definitely read the Afterword.


I would have enjoyed it even more if I knew anything about the writers and artists mentioned.  And if I had been able to better see the visual art depicted in the book.  The main point I drew was that humans rely on stories to draw meaning from objects and from life itself.  True, that.  Allegories for the win!  I am sure I did not get most of the references.  I can only imagine the challenge it was to translate it.


My teeth


 

Book 3

Abundance

Ezra Klein, Derek Thompson

288 pages • first pub 2025

nonfiction economics politics sociology


I read this because a friend whose opinion I value said I should.  I mistrust Ezra Klein: hard to explain why.  After reading this book, I still don’t trust him.  He is too smart by half.  I feel he’s trying to sell us a progressive version of trickle-down economics.


This book comes along, in which two white men tell us all how we are wrong.  There are no specific policy solutions suggested here, just a framework for how to ask questions.  I agree that stating the positives of how we want our future to look is a valuable exercise, and asking good questions is part of that.  I do like the Pollyanna-ish world presented in the opening chapter.  Big blame goes to both progressive and conservative policies, but it seems to me that they place the bigger blame on progressives.  


And yet they acknowledge that the progressive policies solved problems in their time.  They rightly blame Reagan’s conservative policies for hamstringing America’s progress in climate change solutions.


But let’s look at what the authors sidestep.  There are no uses of the words “racism” or “racist”.  Seven uses of the word “Black”/”black” but only two which pertain to race:


In much of San Francisco, you can’t walk twenty feet without seeing a multicolored sign declaring that Black Lives Matter, Kindness Is Everything, and No Human Being Is Illegal. Those signs sit in yards zoned for single families, in communities that organize against efforts to add the new homes that would bring those values closer to reality. San Francisco’s Black population has fallen in every Census count since 1970. Poorer families—disproportionately nonwhite and immigrant—are pushed into long commutes, overcrowded housing, and street homelessness. (page 33)


One use of the word “non-white” which obliquely references racism:

Of course, the [zoning] rules also often kept non-white Americans out of owning in rich parts of the city.


Yes, these are injustices which no political party has fixed.


The authors offer no indication on how our potential policies to fix housing, climate change effects, stodginess in science research can overcome our innate racism and sexism.  If I weren’t so tired from battling fascism in this moment, I might engage in discussions on how to bring about the utopia the authors imagine at the start of the book.  But I’m getting old and it’s time for younger people’s ideas to take the stage.  And I’d like to hear what women have to say about the future.

 

 

Book 4

Wordslut: A Feminist Guide to Taking Back the English Language

Amanda Montell

291 pages • first pub 2019

nonfiction feminism sociology


I came across this book because I’ve been thinking a lot about the prevailing gender (male) in the language of the church and Christianity.  The closest this book comes to addressing that is a translation of Genesis 1:1 into Polari, a cant slang used by gay people in Britain in the twentieth century: 


“In the beginning Gloria created the heaven and the earth. . . . And the fairy of

Gloria trolled upon the eke of the aquas. And Gloria cackled, Let there be sparkle: and there was sparkle.”


which is rather marvelous.


But the book has plenty else to consider about using language to exemplify and battle the patriarchy.  It’s possibly the most obscenity-laden book I have ever read; an audio version would definitely be NSFW.  

 

 

Book 5

The Old Man and the Sea

By Ernest Hemingway

96 pages • first pub 1952

fiction classics literary


I had to read this in high school, and hated it.  I have little interest in the manly pursuits of fishing and baseball.  I have only read one other book by Hemingway, A Moveable Feast, which I appreciated a great deal.  


I still dislike The Old Man and The Sea, although I get that it is an apt metaphor about The Human Struggle to Survive in a Cruel World.  There are poignant, succinct observations about the paradoxes in human existence.  Once the shark attacks started, I skimmed it and managed to finish.  Older Daughter listened to the audio book, which won an award.  She thought it was great - truly poetical.  She said the shark attacks were the main point of the book.


Hemingway is a great writer, but I am under the impression that reading his works now will not help me fight against the patriarchy.  There are only three major characters in this story, including the big fish, and none of them is female.

 

I just couldn't bear to read about sharks.



 

Book 6

An ABC of Democracy

Paulina Morgan, Nancy Shapiro

52 pages • first pub 2022

Children’s lit.


I have to wonder at what age children can begin to understand the concepts introduced here.  I read it in about 15 minutes on my kindle.  I can’t judge the art work, as the kindle is not a friend to art-in-literature.

 

 

Book 7

A Different Kind of Power

By Jacinda Ardern

352 pages • first pub 2025

nonfiction memoir politics


Memoir by the former Prime Minister of New Zealand.  It is available from the library in both audio and kindle format, so it’s a possible option for one of my book clubs. 


Overall, I found her story engaging and significant, although I felt the book dragged for the first quarter.  Under Ardern’s leadership, New Zealand had a better outcome in the face of the pandemic than many other countries.  And yet, as vaccines became available and the brutal phase of the pandemic lessened, NZ experienced the same mistrust of vaccines and blame of authorities as we have seen here in the US.


Standing in the freezing cold with
a rally sign is a different
kind of power.



2nd quarter of a seasonal book  

The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year

Margaret Renkl

270 pages • first pub 2023  

nonfiction essays nature


Now that we have entered the spring season, I read the “Spring” portion of this book.  The re-awakening of the world.  But also, as T.S. Eliot taught us, spring can be a cruel time of year.


Spring, breeding lilacs out of the
dead land, as the poet says.
This lilac bush has been our
most successful gardening effort,
bar none.

Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Explosions

Holden Arboretum, Kirtland, OH

Congratulations to all you folks who had “meteor fireball” on your 2026 bingo card.  Exploding meteor over Massachusetts!  Younger Daughter says she heard it, but thought it was thunder.  

“It was definitely bigger than a normal fireball, about a yard wide,” [American Meteor Society program monitor Robert Lunsford] said.   


Are fireballs ever normal?  


I experienced my own sort of explosion this week, due to aggressive shower scrubbing on Monday and then, stupidly, excessive gardening on Wed. and Thurs.  

The dark lines in the shower floor
are not dirt but emptiness.


I had to scrub the shower because the guy was coming on Thursday to regrout the shower floor.   The only thing good about this was that I had abandoned the idea of doing the regrouting myself.  The scrubbing of the shower brought on mild sciatica. 


Gardening on a steep slope like this
is difficult.  But of course, you can't
tell from this photo that it is a steep slope.
Lamb's ear, lantana, and verbena.


Outside, we have been planting perennials and annuals galore, as our horticultural statement that we believe there will be a future with beauty in it, despite all current evidence to the contrary.  Perennials from the garden store come in DEEP buckets.   We bought a spade to dig deep holes.  And our neighbor saw me planting stuff, and gave me gobs more perennials (for free!) from her very successful garden.


And then I wanted to put in some bleeding hearts, and on Thursday the garden store finally had them in stock. This meant digging more very deep holes in rocky soil and cutting some thick roots, in a hurry because we would be away for the weekend.   This was the last straw for my sciatic nerve, which has obviously heard that it is the year 2026.  Stinging, burning pain from my butt all the way to my heel.  It became extremely painful to sit, or move to standing, and eventually even when lying down and not moving.   The pain is as intense as labor contractions, but with no prize after. 


From inside the hole for the
bleeding heart


On Friday we drove to Ohio for a planned visit to Older Daughter.  The Common Household Husband said I should go, because if not, I would regret missing the family visit.  I achieved my lifelong goal of getting my husband to stop at every rest stop, so I could stand up for a few blessed minutes.  I went on a regime of max dosages of ibuprofen and acetaminophen, which made the pain barely tolerable instead of excruciating, but had unpleasant effects on my digestion.  


I tried to distract myself from the pain by calling Younger Daughter, who has recently studied anatomy.


Me: “Please explain to me the sciatic nerve, and why it hurts so expletive-deleted much, and why I even need this nerve.”

Younger Daughter, in teacher mode:  “Are you familiar with your spine?”

Me: “That’s a political question. There are many people these days who are not familiar with their spines.”


YD basically said that the sciatic nerve is a big honking nerve (connected to the spine) which I do actually want to have because it enables walking.


Saturday we drove 40 perturbing minutes to the Holden Arboretum. Once I got out of the car I was actually able to enjoy the arboretum, as long as I kept walking and never sat down.  We saw some Quaking Aspens, which are one connected organism! The Bald Cypress is a tree that has knees.  We saw lots of gorgeous flowers too, including some of the same species that we have planted in our own garden.  

Quaking Aspen



Bald Cypress



We probably walked more than two miles, for several hours.  Quite a hike for me!


Instead of staying in Ohio another night we drove home and got to the urgent care an hour before they closed.  Confirmed that it is sciatica. The doc said, “You shouldn’t just lie in bed because that will create other more serious problems.  But don’t go on a hike or anything like that.”    2026 strikes again - I just spent hours walking around the arboretum.


With prednisone, the pain has gone from constant agony down to a dull pain when sitting, and only excruciating when getting to standing, or putting on my socks and shoes.  I have to go up and down the stairs like a toddler.  I can’t drive.


On the plus side, the shower is regrouted, the garden beds are planted, we obtained an Emergency Heating Pad, we got to visit the folks in Ohio, if briefly.  And steroids exist, at least for two more days.


And we have an explosion of flora surrounding the house. That's pretty good, for 2026.


Yellow peonies, Holden Arboretum

Yarrow, Holden Arboretum.
I wonder if ours will look like this, ever.

Star of Persia allium, and two-toned peonies,
Holden Arboretum


Thursday, April 30, 2026

First lines: April 2026 edition


Below are the first lines of the books I finished reading in April.  Seven outright books, one short story of note, and one DNF.

 

Book 1

The Three States of Ignorance

Imagine a hypothetical job applicant.  He can’t spell the simplest words, such as “heal” and “tap.”  Confused by geography, he thinks there’s an African country called “Nambia.”  As for American history, he’s under the impression that Andrew Jackson, who died in 1845, was angry about the Civil War, and that Frederick Douglass, who died in 1895, is still alive.


Andrew Jackson, being angry about the Civil War.
Statue in Washington DC, 2017
 

Book 2

Villon-sur-Sarthe, France

July 29, 1714

A girl is running for her life.

The summer air burns at her back, but there are no torches, no angry mobs, only the distant lanterns of the wedding party, the reddish glow of the sun as it breaks against the horizon, cracks and spills across the hills, and the girl runs, skirts tangling in the grass as she surges toward the woods, trying to beat the dying light.

 

 

Book 3

My name is Riad.  In 1980, I was two years old and I was perfect.

 

 

Book 4

The Queen of Mold

This is a true story.

Imagine a New York City apartment at six in the morning.


 

Book 5

The Haunted House 

Nancy Drew began peeling off her garden gloves as she ran up the porch steps and into

the hall to answer the ringing telephone.

 

 

Book 6

At last, on Monday around ten or half past, Sybil Van Antwerp carries the mug of Irish breakfast tea with milk to her desk.

 

 

Book 7

1. Apparent age 32, height 169…

ICPC to PJ Paris Xvzust Krakow vimontra m ghks triv post uv Pietr-le-Letton Bremen vs tyz btolem.


Detective Chief Inspector Maigret of the Flying Squad raised his eyes.  


 

Short Story

It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; …



Did not finish

Chapter I: Paris: September, 1792

A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.  The hour, some little time before sunset, and the place, the West Barricade, at the very spot where, a decade later, a proud tyrant raised an undying monument to the nation's glory and his own vanity.

 


The titles and authors revealed:

 

 

Book 1

Profiles in Ignorance: How America's Politicians Got Dumb and Dumber

Andy Borowitz

320 pages • 2022 

nonfiction politics


Andy Borowitz is some kind of brilliant.  In this book (which is not satire but does highlight ridiculousness) he draws the straight line from Reagan all the way through to Trump.  Because he published it in 2022, it ends with hope, acknowledging that US democracy is worn out but still functioning.  He exhorts his readers to do more than just shake our heads at the national news, but to jump in to protect democracy locally. 


There is not one single mention of Epstein in this book.  So it gets only 3 stars instead of 4 from me.  


Quote:

“The braking system of democracy is in ragged condition right now, but it’s still there. The brakes work every time we register to vote and help others do the same.  … The brakes work when we go to town meetings, make our voices heard, and listen to the voices of others.  The brakes work when we organize, fundraise, and canvass.  The brakes work when we march, protest, and vote.  The brakes work when, against the odds, we change one voter’s mind.

We’re the brakes.”


Andy, the odds are much more against us now than they were in 2022. And I’m trying, Andy.  I appreciate that you know how to spell canvass (Google spell-check does not).  

 

 

Book 2

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

By V.E. Schwab

511 pages • 2020

For TOS book club

fiction fantasy historical literary


Please don’t take this the wrong way, Addie, but the title should be “The Interminable Life of Addie LaRue”.  This book got lots of praise, and if you loved it, that’s excellent.  It was a slog for me.   I am just not fond of the fantasy genre.  


The focus on identity and memory should be fascinating, but it was just overworked, in my opinion.   I finished the book because the person who tentatively promised to lead the discussion for book club declined, and so I knew I would have to lead.  The Common Household Husband, who likes the fantasy genre, loved this book.  I will admit that, with the discussion, I warmed slightly to the book, and saw some of the merits.  Still rating it 3.0 out of 5, because it needed an editor.


 

Book 3

The Arab of the Future: A Childhood in the Middle East, 1978-1984: A Graphic Memoir (The Arab of the Future #1)

By Riad Sattouf, translated by Sam Taylor

160 pages •first pub 2014

nonfiction, graphic book,  memoir


Well told and well drawn, although the frames and drawing were a bit small for my eyes.  The main lessons I take from this book were ones I already knew intellectually, but the story and art reinforce:  people were and are living in all kinds of terrible circumstances.  Bullies and prejudices exist in all societies.  Dictators cannot stop themselves from plastering their image all over every public space.  Content warning:  the father is a prejudiced jagoff. There are bullies galore, young and old.  So, because of the subject matter, it was not an enjoyable read.


The story does not end with the end of this book – just when the family seems to have resettled in France, the last frames say “Of course, the summer’s not over… You can’t spend your whole life on vacation! The Arab of the future goes to school!”  and then they are getting on a plane again with “To be continued…”  However, my library system does not have the other 3 books in the series so I will not be reading the rest of his story.


—> Grump alert!  —> Here is my major gripe about the phrase “graphic novel”, the term Storygraph uses for this book’s format.  I object.  High school English class taught me that a novel is a particular kind of literature, which excludes memoir.  A novel is fictional, has characters and a plot, through which at least one of the characters develops and changes in some way - a deeper understanding of life, of others. Some change in the character should occur.  The publishers got this one right, putting “Graphic Memoir” right in the subtitle.

 

 

Book 4

Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table

Ruth Reichl

320 pages • 1998

nonfiction food-and-drink memoir


In the author’s note:  “This book is absolutely in the family tradition. Everything here is true, but it may not be entirely factual.”


I read this so that I could read a book by the author selected in Book Club #2.  I could not read the book selected,  The Paris Novel (published 2024), because it portrays ℙ€ dØ ρʮ!Lia in an early chapter.  I have not personally experienced that, but I spend some time every week calling my electeds, furious at their protection of rich and powerful ℙ€ dØ ρʮ!L€s.  (I am fearful of algorithms picking up that word so I’ve font-disguised it, although I have no idea if that actually works.)


For the record, many in the book club did finish The Paris Novel and appreciated it.  Having read this memoir, I can understand how the author developed the characters and plot lines in the novel, at least as far as I read.  


Ruth Reichl is a good writer and I was interested to read about the start of her career in writing about food and cooking.  The memoir includes mouthwatering recipes which I will never make.


Content warning: mental illness and alcoholism.  She grew up in the 1960s so there is plenty of drug use and communal living.

 

 

Book 5

The Hidden Staircase (Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #2)

Carolyn Keene

193 pages • first pub 1930, but I am pretty sure this was the 1957 revision.

fiction middle-grade mystery


Valiant Nancy Drew, a perfectly clad 18-year-old, provides steady leadership in a creaky old house inhabited by worn-out women.  Nancy and her lawyer father are on the side of truth, justice, and the rights of the railroad.  I enjoyed reading this, but I do wish I could easily get ahold of the original 1930s version, so I could get reacquainted with the real Nancy Drew.  


 

Staircase, not quite hidden

Book 6

The Correspondent

By Virginia Evans

304 pages • first pub 2025

fiction contemporary literary


Epistolary novel.  Not my favorite genre/style, but it mostly worked.  The book is immensely popular – the book club scheduled it in January for discussion in May.  


It improved as I progressed with reading, but for me it does not rise to the 4.5 rating on Storygraph.  The way each character dealt with a difficult and grievous event seemed an accurate portrayal of humans. The sadness was tempered with the sometimes outlandish behavior of the central character.  The author deftly shows the increased lack of inhibition as the main character ages.  


The Common Household Husband did not like it, and stopped reading.  He much preferred this month’s book The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, which was fantasy (Book 2 above).



Epistolary election communications:
58 letters to voters which
I sent out on April 25th.



Book 7

Pietr the Latvian (Inspector Maigret #1)

Georges Simenon with David Bellos (Translator)

161 pages • first pub 1931

fiction crime mystery


Older Daughter is reading her way around the world, continent by continent, with a focus this year on Europe.  She read this book for her Belgium entry but did not like it much -judged it to be just a bland police procedural (but probably the first one of its kind!).  I plunged in, because the book is short, Inspector Maigret is famous, and I had never read anything by Simenon.  I thought it was pretty good, although it is violent.  I liked the main character, but am marking the book down for prejudice and antisemitism.


For a book written in the 1930s with such a laconic  main character, it seems to have an excessive number of exclamation points.


An aside: Older Daughter is also reading Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, for her entry for France.  Despite being a French major, I’ve never read that one either, and I never will.  As Trevor Noah said, Ain’t nobody got time for that.  I did warn her against attempting it, and suggested instead:

The President's Hat  by Antoine Laurain.  2012.   208 pages.

The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery.  2006.   325 pages.

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.  1943.  

Asterix the Gaul by René Goscinny and Albert Uderzo. 1959.  Comic book.  

The Bald Soprano (La Cantatrice Chauve) a play by Eugène Ionesco. 1952. Theater of the absurd.

Candide, by Voltaire (1759)  Satire.

Cyrano de Bergerac, Edmond Rostand (1897).  Theater.

But my children tend to not listen to me.


Short Story

The War Prayer (short story)

By Mark Twain.

Written in 1905, published posthumously, probably in 1923.  5 pages

Twain withheld it from publication during his lifetime, saying: "Only dead men can tell the truth in this world."

You can read it at this link.


Does not really count as a book, but it is remarkably relevant, so I am including it here.



Did not finish

The Scarlet Pimpernel

By Baroness Emmuska Orczy

182 pages • first pub 1905


This book was mentioned in TWO other books I read last month, so I had to try it.  It didn’t take.  And only partly because I was trying to read it on my tablet, rather than on my kindle.


Author’s full name: Baroness Emma Magdalena Rozália Mária Jozefa Borbála Orczy de Orci. 

23 September 1865 – 12 November 1947. Hungarian-born British novelist and playwright.