The Luxury of Saying No

How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?

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Something that a lot of people don’t want to talk about is what a luxury saying “no” is. As long as we’re living in a capitalist society that forces us to exchange our minds, bodies, souls, and time for money in order to live and pay for basic necessities, then saying “no” will always be a luxury for people that are living paycheck to paycheck.

Now, that aside, whenever I’m able to do so, I love saying “no”. Do I want to go out and spend my valuable time with people I don’t like? “No.” Do I want to engage with people whose sole purpose is to steal my energy and my time? “No.” Do I choose to have people in my life who don’t treat me the way I treat them? “No.”

Do I want to go out and spend my valuable time with people I don’t like? “No.” Do I want to engage with people whose sole purpose is to steal my energy and my time? “No.” Do I choose to have people in my life who don’t treat me the way I treat them? “No.”

Say “no” when you can, and say it as often as possible. The older I get, and I’m inching closer and closer to 30, the more I realize how precious our time on this planet is. The days sometimes seem endless but the years fly past like dandelion seeds on the wind. Here and then gone, in the blink of an eye. The people you love grow old, and then die. You go from being young and healthy (if you’re lucky) to telling a complete stranger in Walgreens about your eczema (true story).

You go from being young and healthy (if you’re lucky) to telling a complete stranger in Walgreens about your eczema (true story).

Yeah, we have to do a lot of crappy things to stay alive. You have to eat and swallow 💩 from your boss who you hate and smile and simper at coworkers you’d sooner push down a ravine. You have to feed the machine. But when the machine is done with you, and you’re lucky enough to have anything left, then what you do with the rest is up to you. It’s my goal and purpose moving forward to only spend my time in ways that bring me joy and enrich my life, and enjoy as many precious moments with my loved ones as I can. I wish the same for you.

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Quote for the Day: March 25th, 2024

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The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Nelson Mandela, anti-apartheid activist and first president of South Africa from 1994-1999

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Quote for the Day: March 24th, 2024

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Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

I need to make a confession: I lied to one of my high school teachers about reading Les Misérables all the way through about twelve years ago and it’s haunted me ever since. I’m going to get through it this year, I swear.

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Long Live the Mockingjay

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What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

For the past few years, I’ve really considered getting a tattoo of a mockingjay from The Hunger Games, as it’s my favorite book series of all time. I reread it several times a year on audiobook and I never get tired of it. The only thing that’s kept me from it is my mother’s wrath. I might be 28 years old, but I still think she’d spank my behind if I got a tattoo. And, to be quite frank, I’m alright without having any. If getting tatted is anything like shopping in terms of the dopamine reward, I’d probably take it way too far.

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Quote for the Day: March 23rd, 2024

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Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?

from “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver, in her poetry collection Dream Work

“Wild Geese” was one of the first poems by Mary Oliver that I ever encountered, and I’ve been a disciple of hers ever since. She exists in my mind among the world’s greatest writers, living or dead (she passed away in 2019). I carry the words of “Wild Geese” always in my heart, as an urgent reminder of not just my mortality but my own unique aliveness. There are things we are all given to do, and if one is really lucky (my mother hates the word lucky, so for her I will leave the word blessed here), they’re allowed to share what they’ve been given to others. This is the sole purpose and the grand design of all artistic creation.

There are things we are all given to do, and if one is really lucky (my mother hates the word lucky, so for her I will leave the word blessed here), they’re allowed to share what they’ve been given to others. This is the sole purpose and the grand design of all artistic creation.

I just realized the poem I pulled today’s quote from talks about geese and the picture I’ve provided is of a tit. I think I’ll let it stand.

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Winter!

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What is your favorite type of weather?

I don’t care that I’m in the minority. Give me chilly winds and icy skies. Give me naked trees reaching their gnarled limbs in every direction. Give me the nostalgia of snow days and canceled classes, empty hours with nothing of import to fill them with. Those were simpler times. Maybe it’s because I associate winter with my childhood, and staying home and watching movies with my mom without the encumbrance of a “non-traditional instruction day” (really, tell me something technology hasn’t destroyed).

Summer is not my jam anyway. Too hot, especially in the South. Good God, you can’t take your clothes off fast enough in air so hot and sticky just breathing is an insurmountable chore. I mean, it has its perks, especially when you’re a kid. Summer vacation, no school, you know the drill. Swimming and traveling and running in the grass under the hot sun until your pants and shirt are stained with chlorophyll and your skin is pink with sunburn (or in my delicate case, sun poisoning).

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Swimming and traveling and running in the grass under the hot sun until your pants and shirt are stained with chlorophyll and your skin is pink with sunburn (or in my delicate case, sun poisoning).

Added is the fact that summer is bittersweet because you know it will never last. The days will grow shorter and colder. The leaves will turn and you’ll return to school and the hustle and bustle of life. Winter Is Coming, indeed.

But in winter, there is always hope. Hope that you can’t find in summer, which is this…spring is on its way.

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My Predictions for the 96th Academy Awards

It’s almost time for what is inarguably Hollywood’s biggest night. I know it’s been radio silence from me for a little while here, but I don’t think there’s any better time to hear from me than on my favorite holiday of the year (yes, the Oscars count as a holiday!).

Without further ado, here they are:

Being as how Oppenheimer has won virtually all of the precursor awards leading up to the Oscars, as well as its broad box office appeal, I think it’s the safest bet of the night. I really enjoyed it and appreciated the level of craft that went into making it, but I would be equally pleased if either of the Sandra Hüller vehicles, Anatomy of a Fall (YOUR GENEROSITY CONCEALS SOMETHING DIRTIER AND MEANER) or The Zone of Interest, won.

Give the man his flowers, already. He’s earned them.

This is the race I’m most conflicted about. While I’ve long been a fan of Emma Stone, I don’t want Poor Things elevated on any greater a platform than that upon which it already stands. I might make a longer post and explain in more depth at a later date, but just take my word for it for now.

While I picked Lily Gladstone and want her desperately to win, I feel like Annette Bening, Carey Mulligan, and Sandra Hüller are also deserving. We’ll see how it shakes out.

I’ve long been a fan of Murphy’s, but I wouldn’t be upset if Paul Giamatti won for his iconic performance in The Holdovers, which was one of my favorite films this year.

Since Randolph has already won every precursor award leading up to the Oscars, her win feels like a foregone conclusion. However, if Danielle Brooks won for The Color Purple I would dance with joy and say, “Look what God has done.”

I guess. I think a more inspired choice would be Ryan Gosling as Ken in Barbie or Sterling K. Brown in American Fiction, who really pulled at my heart strings. And let us not forget Robert De Niro’s quiet menacing in Killers of the Flower Moon, in which he does some of the best work we’ve seen from him this century.

I’ll burn something if this falls any other way, except maybe in the case of The Holdovers or Past Lives.

I don’t know, I just have a feeling. Also, American Fiction was the only film that I remember making me laugh out loud this year, so that counts for something.

I bet France is kicking themselves right now, but they deserve to lose for submitting The Taste of Things for consideration over Anatomy of a Fall.

I’m still rooting for The Boy and the Heron, which would be the most inspired choice here. But this category rarely rewards the most deserving film.

Too topical not to win, especially following Navalny’s win last year. I’ve read that Bobi Wine: The People’s President might be a dark horse in this particular race.

No other choice would be fitting or appropriate here, except maybe Killers of the Flower Moon.

Billie supremacy. Give her a second one.

This one was tough for me to pick. Oppenheimer is a safe bet in almost any race tonight, but there was also some excellent cinematography work done in Maestro (God, that one shot where Felicia is watching Leonard from the edge of the stage and his literal shadow consumes her…pure cinematic storytelling genius), Poor Things (as much as it pains me), and Killers of the Flower Moon.

Poor Things would also be a good choice here, but I’d be remiss to vote against Barbie and Jacqueline Durran.

This is not a contest. The editing in Oppenheimer made a 3-hour film feel like half that length. Anxiety-inducing and utterly riveting.

They’ll without a doubt throw Maestro a bone here, as it’s unlikely to win in any other category. Which is really sad because it’s really a remarkable film, but the deck is stacked this year with a lot of great films and performances.

Poor Things is also a contender, but I can’t vote against Barbie here.

Oppenheimer is the favorite to win, but I’ll never not be haunted by the sound in The Zone of Interest.

I don’t know, it seemed like a safe bet.

Okay, so this is the only nominated film in this category I managed to watch in time, but I can’t imagine anything surpassing it. Truly magnificent.

Everything I’ve read points in the direction of Wes Anderson here, so fingers crossed.

I picked The ABCs of Book Banning but Nai Nai & Wài Pó literally brought tears to my eyes so I want it to win with all my heart.

Alright, y’all…just under an hour to go until showtime. See y’all on the flip side.

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My Oscar Nominations Predictions for the 96th Academy Awards

Life has, as usual, been quite a lot to deal with as of late. If you’ve kept up with this blog, you know that my posts have been infrequent. Going into this new year, it’s my intention to remedy that. Even if posts are shorter and/or less polished than I like, then so be it. Better something than nothing.

That said, you all know that Oscars season is my favorite season of the year, and there are several proverbial horses in the race that I’m betting on. I can’t remember feeling this strongly about an awards season since at least 2017. There are several important films I haven’t seen yet, but I intend on remedying that soon as well. The films I have seen have left indelible impressions on me, especially Oppenheimer, Barbie, and Killers of the Flower Moon. I will go ahead and throw the gauntlet down now: If Cillian Murphy and Lily Gladstone walk away without little golden men come Oscars night, I will personally riot.

Without further ado, here are my predictions for who and what will be nominated for some of the major Oscars races:

Best Picture

Anatomy of a Fall

Barbie

The Color Purple

The Holdovers

Killers of the Flower Moon

Maestro

Oppenheimer

Past Lives

Poor Things

Saltburn

Best Director

Greta Gerwig, Barbie

Yorgos Lanthimos, Poor Things

Christopher Nolan, Oppenheimer

Alexander Payne, The Holdovers

Martin Scorsese, Killers of the Flower Moon

Best Actor

Bradley Cooper, Maestro

Colman Domingo, Rustin

Paul Giamatti, The Holdovers

Barry Keoghan, Saltburn

Cillian Murphy, Oppenheimer

Best Actress

Fantasia Barrino, The Color Purple

Lily Gladstone, Killers of the Flower Moon

Carey Mulligan, Maestro

Margot Robbie, Barbie

Emma Stone, Poor Things

Best Supporting Actor

Willem Dafoe, Poor Things

Robert De Niro, Killers of the Flower Moon

Robert Downey Jr., Oppenheimer

Ryan Gosling, Barbie

Charles Melton, May December

Best Supporting Actress

Emily Blunt, Oppenheimer

Danielle Brooks, The Color Purple

Taraji P. Henson, The Color Purple

Rosamund Pike, Saltburn

Da’Vine Joy Randolph, The Holdovers

Nominations for the 96th annual Academy Awards will be announced on January 23rd at 8:30 a.m. ET/5:30 a.m. PT by Zazie Beetz and Jack Quaid live from the Samuel Goldwyn Theater in Los Angeles.

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What I’ve Been Listening To

Anyone who’s been reading this blog for any amount of time knows that while I’m a physical, tangible media kind of a dude, I’m also on the go a lot. I have a portable handheld cassette player but it’s cumbersome to carry around more than one cassette at any given time to play in it. I’m also very careful, gentle, and anal-retentive with all of my belongings so I don’t relish the thought of my cassettes (or any of my belongings, for that matter) being exposed to the elements and/or being jostled in my purse.

That said, I tend to carry around just one book at a time (zipped in my purse carefully or protected in a padded book sleeve) and listen to music on my phone via Apple Music. Please note that I’m aware that in the current zeitgeist Spotify reigns supreme while Apple Music, much like Facebook, is for oldsters. I don’t care. I like to look at my Replay every week to see which songs I’ve had on repeat, some of them the whole year long. I wanted to share them here so you can see just how unhinged my listening habits truly are.

Top 5 Songs

#1: Innocent (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift (64 plays)

#2: Violet Chemistry by Miley Cyrus (54 plays)

#3: Choreomania by Florence + the Machine (46 plays)

#4: Thousand Miles (feat. Brandi Carlile) (38 plays)

#5: Used To Be Young by Miley Cyrus (36 plays)

Top 5 Artists

#1: Taylor Swift (4,325 minutes)

#2: Lana Del Rey (2,034 minutes)

#3: Miley Cyrus (776 minutes)

#4: Florence + the Machine (428 minutes)

#5: Halsey (335 minutes)

Top 5 Albums

#1: Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift (203 plays)

#2: Midnights (The Til Dawn Edition) by Taylor Swift (188 plays)

#3: Endless Summer Vacation by Miley Cyrus (136 plays)

#4: Midnights (3am Edition) by Taylor Swift (121 plays)

#5: folklore (deluxe version) by Taylor Swift (108 plays)

Two things of note I want to point out. One, there are two different versions of Midnights in my top five. That’s 309 plays on Apple Music alone. That doesn’t count all the times I’ve listened to the album on any other format. Can I quote it by heart? Yes. Do I think it should win Album of the Year at the Grammys? Absolutely! Midnights supremacy.

The second thing is that Miley Cyrus’s song Used To Be Young was just released on August 25th and it’s already in my top five most-played songs of the current calendar year. That song is resonating with me. I mean, I’m not nostalgic about a youth spent basking in an endless bacchanalia because that wasn’t ever my reality. I spent my youth working my way through school and now just working, endlessly. Am I still young? I guess I am, by most conventional definitions. I’m 27, but I feel hundreds of years old. Like a vampire. I have high blood pressure and diabetes and asthma and I live 95-plus percent of my life in a 5-mile radius. But enough with the self-pity. It’s just a really good song.

Anyway, here’s the link to my Replay 2023: Apple Music for Fred. Enjoy!

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September Releases I’m Excited About

As many of you know, Fall is the biggest season of the year for new book releases. While I always have a veritable mountain of a TBR stack (is it really a stack at this point?), that pile always grows considerably larger when September rolls around. Below are some of this month’s releases I’m excited about, both for myself and for my customers.

Wound: A Novel by Oksana Vasyakina and Elina Alter (Translator)

I’m such a sucker for non-English language works, be they books or films, and the cover of this book just grabbed my heart so fast. According to the publisher’s description, Wound is perfect “for fans of Maggie Nelson and Eileen Myles” and…say no more. Add to cart. Maggie Nelson’s Bluets is among the most perfect works of literature ever put on paper and Eileen Myles, long an underground punk queer hero, catapulted into the limelight when a character based on them (and portrayed by the rapturous Emmy- and Tony Award-winning Cherry Jones) appeared in Amazon’s Transparent. Myles themself was in a relationship (no longer extant) with the show’s creator, Joey Soloway. Also, I still own a vinyl of Myles’ collection Aloha/irish trees. I’ve already gone through my superqueer phase, thank you very much, but the full moon always returns. The comparison of Wound to Nelson and Myles automatically qualified this title for purchasing by me, and I’ll let you all know what I think when I get it and read it.

From the Publisher:

From one of Russia’s most exciting new voices, Wound follows a young lesbian poet on a journey from Moscow to her hometown in Siberia, where she has promised to bury her mother’s ashes. Woven throughout this fascinating travel narrative are harrowing and at times sublime memories of her childhood and her sexual and artistic awakening. As she carefully documents her grief and interrogates her past, the narrator of Oksana Vasyakina’s autobiographical novel meditates on queerness, death, and love and finds new words for understanding her relationship with her mother, her country, her sexuality, and her identity as an artist.

A sensual, whip-smart account of the complicated dynamics of queer life in present-day Siberia and Moscow, Wound is also in conversation with feminist thinkers and artists, including Susan Sontag, Louise Bourgeois, and Monique Wittig, locating Vasyakina’s work in a rich and exciting international literary tradition.

Wound was released by Catapult on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.

Holly: A Novel by Stephen King

I must admit that Stephen King’s books are not among my usual picks when I’m looking for something to read, but when I have picked up his stuff I’ve been pleased more often than not. In a bookselling world that’s been experiencing a paradigm shift since the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic, wherein trade paperbacks and the backlist generate the lion’s share of publishing revenue, it’s nice to see that authors like King can still sell a heck of a lot of new hardcovers when their books are first released.

My own store has sold through most of the initial stock we put out on release day, and replenishment has been steady. I feel at least partially compelled to read Mr. Mercedes first, but I must admit I’m more drawn to this particular book of King’s in a way I haven’t been since 11/22/63 came out. Note: No, I haven’t watched the miniseries on Hulu and I don’t plan to. Now that Holly is discounted for being my chain’s #1 hardcover seller, I’ll probably pick it up soon.

From the Publisher:

Stephen King’s Holly marks the triumphant return of beloved King character Holly Gibney. Readers have witnessed Holly’s gradual transformation from a shy (but also brave and ethical) recluse in Mr. Mercedes to Bill Hodges’s partner in Finders Keepers to a full-fledged, smart, and occasionally tough private detective in The Outsider. In King’s new novel, Holly is on her own, and up against a pair of unimaginably depraved and brilliantly disguised adversaries.

When Penny Dahl calls the Finders Keepers detective agency hoping for help locating her missing daughter, Holly is reluctant to accept the case. Her partner, Pete, has Covid. Her (very complicated) mother has just died. And Holly is meant to be on leave. But something in Penny Dahl’s desperate voice makes it impossible for Holly to turn her down.

Mere blocks from where Bonnie Dahl disappeared live Professors Rodney and Emily Harris. They are the picture of bourgeois respectability: married octogenarians, devoted to each other, and semi-retired lifelong academics. But they are harboring an unholy secret in the basement of their well-kept, book-lined home, one that may be related to Bonnie’s disappearance. And it will prove nearly impossible to discover what they are up to: they are savvy, they are patient, and they are ruthless.

Holly must summon all her formidable talents to outthink and outmaneuver the shockingly twisted professors in this chilling new masterwork from Stephen King.

Holly was released by Scribner on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.

Counting the Cost: A Memoir by Jill Duggar with Derick Dillard & Craig Borlase

I’ve been following the Duggar family from the very beginning, from their first specials on Discovery Health to their very public downfall following Josh’s investigation and ousting as a pedophile. I read Becoming Free Indeed, Jinger Duggar Vuolo’s own tell-all and personal journey as she disentangled IBLP principles she had been taught by her family from what she actually read and understood to be true from the Bible. That was a heck of a read, and when I watched Amazon Original’s Shiny Happy People: Duggar Family Secrets in one sitting with my family, I wanted more. Jill and Derick were the only members of the immediate Duggar family to appear in the documentary (Cousin Amy made an appearance), and I soon found out afterwards that they had a book in the works.

From the buzz I’ve read so far, I can’t wait to dig into this one. It always warms my heart when I see people who’ve been raised in fundamentalist religious circles breaking free from the controlling and dogmatic powers that be. I know this time won’t be any different.

From the Publisher:

Jill and Derick knew a normal life wasn’t possible for them. As a star on the popular TLC reality show 19 Kids and Counting, Jill grew up in front of viewers who were fascinated by her family’s way of life. She was the responsible, second daughter of Jim Bob and Michelle’s nineteen kids; always with a baby on her hip and happy to wear the modest ankle-length dresses with throat-high necklines. She didn’t protest the strict model of patriarchy that her family followed, which declares that men are superior, that women are expected to be wives and mothers and are discouraged from attaining a higher education, and that parental authority over their children continues well into adulthood, even once they are married.

But as Jill got older, married Derick, and they embarked on their own lives, the red flags became too obvious to ignore.

For as long as they could, Jill and Derick tried to be obedient family members—they weren’t willing to rock the boat. But now they’re raising a family of their own, and they’re done with the secrets. Thanks to time, tears, therapy, and blessings from God, they have the strength to share their journey. Theirs is a remarkable story of the power of the truth and is a moving example of how to find healing through honesty.

Counting the Cost was released by Gallery Books on September 12th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.

Rouge: A Novel by Mona Awad

Mona Awad’s popularity has been ratcheting up ever since her 2019 book Bunny: A Novel became a #BookTok sensation. I’ve yet to read anything by her but I must admit seeing this book arrive on my store’s truck shipment definitely piqued my interest. I don’t know if I’ll read it right away but I’ll definitely be showing it to customers who are in the mood for something dark.

From the Publisher:

For as long as she can remember, Belle has been insidiously obsessed with her skin and skincare videos. When her estranged mother Noelle mysteriously dies, Belle finds herself back in Southern California, dealing with her mother’s considerable debts and grappling with lingering questions about her death. The stakes escalate when a strange woman in red appears at the funeral, offering a tantalizing clue about her mother’s demise, followed by a cryptic video about a transformative spa experience. With the help of a pair of red shoes, Belle is lured into the barbed embrace of La Maison de Méduse, the same lavish, culty spa to which her mother was devoted. There, Belle discovers the frightening secret behind her (and her mother’s) obsession with the mirror—and the great shimmering depths (and demons) that lurk on the other side of the glass.

Snow White meets Eyes Wide Shut in this surreal descent into the dark side of beauty, envy, grief, and the complicated love between mothers and daughters. With black humor and seductive horror, Rouge explores the cult-like nature of the beauty industry—as well as the danger of internalizing its pitiless gaze. Brimming with California sunshine and blood-red rose petals, Rouge holds up a warped mirror to our relationship with mortality, our collective fixation with the surface, and the wondrous, deep longing that might lie beneath.

Rouge was released by Simon & Schuster/Marysue Rucci Books on September 12th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.

The Young Man by Annie Ernaux and Alison L. Strayer (Translator)

Once again, I’m such a sucker for anything in translation, and Annie Ernaux has been on my radar ever since she was announced as the recipient of the Nobel Prize in Literature for 2022.

From the Publisher:

The Young Man is Annie Ernaux’s account of her passionate love affair with A., a man some 30 years younger, when she was in her fifties. The relationship pulls her back to memories of her own youth and at the same time leaves her feeling ageless, outside of time— together with a sense that she is living her life backwards.

Amidst talk of having a child together, she feels time running its course, and menopause approaching. The Young Man recalls Ernaux as the “scandalous girl” she once was, but is composed with the mastery and the self-assurance she has achieved across decades of writing. It was first published in France in 2022.

The Young Man was released in paperback by Seven Stories Press on September 12th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.

Herc: A Queer Mythology Retelling by Phoenicia Rogerson

I wanted Herc as soon as I saw it. As anyone who’s been inside a bookstore in the last year undoubtedly knows, mythology retellings are all the rage. I think all of the writers capitalizing on the trend owe a debt of gratitude to Madeline Miller, whose novels Circe and The Song of Achilles blew up during the first part of the pandemic. Now, mythological retellings are their own subsection on #BookTok and publishers are churning them out as fast as they can. Some are better than others, and most discerning readers can easily sift the wheat from the chaff. But I’m a sucker for anything Hercules. I don’t care if it’s good or not. Credit my Disneyfied upbringing and my closeted little gay self prancing and singing along to “I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)” and I’ll buy anything related to Hunk-ules and his Labors.

I’ve got two customers who I see almost every Sunday who I curate piles of books for (I’m a personal shopper of sorts) and they both love mythology retellings. We’ve agreed to read this one together so you know I had to buy it. I’ll let you know what I think.

From the Publisher:

This should be the story of Hercules: his twelve labours, his endless adventures… everyone’s favorite hero, right?

Well, it’s not.

This is the story of everyone else:

  • Alcmene: Herc’s mother (She has knives everywhere)
  • Hylas: Herc’s first friend (They were more than friends)
  • Megara: Herc’s wife (She’ll tell you about their marriage)
  • Eurystheus: Oversaw Herc’s labours (He never asked for the job)
  • His friends, his enemies, his wives, his children, his lovers, his rivals, his gods, his victims

It’s time to hear their stories.

Told with humour and heart, Herc gives voice to the silenced characters, in this feminist, queer (and sometimes shocking) retelling of classic Hercules myth.

Herc was released by Hanover Square Press, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.

Astor: The Rise and Fall of an American Fortune by Anderson Cooper and Katherine Howe

Anderson Cooper already cut his teeth writing about the rise and fall of one great American dynasty, that of his own family, the Vanderbilts. What family could one write about next if not the Astors? I think immediately of one John Jacob Astor IV, who died in the early morning hours of April 15th, 1912 in the sinking of the Titanic. He was the richest man aboard the ship and among the richest people alive at the time. At the time of his death, he was worth roughly $87 million, equivalent to $2.64 billion in 2022 dollars.

I’ve loved Anderson Cooper since the first time I saw him on CNN, and loved him even more for giving Trump crap during the latter’s successful bid for POTUS. It’s an easy decision for me. I want a signed copy.

From the Publisher:

The story of the Astors is a quintessentially American story—of ambition, invention, destruction, and reinvention.

From 1783, when German immigrant John Jacob Astor first arrived in the United States, until 2009, when Brooke Astor’s son, Anthony Marshall, was convicted of defrauding his elderly mother, the Astor name occupied a unique place in American society.

The family fortune, first made by a beaver trapping business that grew into an empire, was then amplified by holdings in Manhattan real estate. Over the ensuing generations, Astors ruled Gilded Age New York society and inserted themselves into political and cultural life, but also suffered the most famous loss on the Titanic, one of many shocking and unexpected twists in the family’s story.

In this unconventional, page-turning historical biography, featuring black-and-white and color photographs, #1 New York Times bestselling authors Anderson Cooper and Katherine Howe chronicle the lives of the Astors and explore what the Astor name has come to mean in America—offering a window onto the making of America itself.

Astor: The Rise and Fall of an American Fortune will be published by Harper, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, on September 19th and is available to preorder at your local bookstore.

Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3) by Lucy Score

I haven’t yet read the first two books in this series and to be perfectly honest, I’m not in a particularly big hurry. Why am I excited about it, then? A lot of my customers love Lucy Score and her books, and it’s impossible for me not to get excited when they’re excited. I know I’ll be putting this title in a lot of hands over the upcoming holiday months.

From the Publisher:

There was only one woman who could set me free. But I would rather set myself on fire than ask Sloane Walton for anything.

Lucian Rollins is a lean, mean vengeance-seeking mogul. On a quest to erase his father’s mark on the family name, he spends every waking minute pulling strings and building an indestructible empire. The more money and power he amasses, the safer he is from threats.

Except when it comes to the feisty small-town librarian that keeps him up at night…

Sloane Walton is a spitfire determined to carry on her father’s quest for justice. She’ll do that just as soon as she figures out exactly what the man she hates did to—or for—her family. Bonded by an old, dark secret from the past and the dislike they now share for each other, Sloane trusts Lucian about as far as she can throw his designer-suited body.

When bickering accidentally turns to foreplay, these two find themselves not quite regretting their steamy one-night stand. Once those flames are fanned, it seems impossible to put them out again. But with Sloane ready to start a family and Lucian refusing to even consider the idea of marriage and kids, these enemies-to-lovers are stuck at an impasse.

Broken men break women. It’s what Lucian believes, what he’s witnessed, and he’s not going to take that chance with Sloane. He’d rather live a life of solitude than put her in danger. But he learns the hard way that leaving her means leaving her unprotected from other threats.

It’s the second time he’s ruthlessly cut her out of his life. There’s no way she’s going to give him a third chance. He’s just going to have to make one for himself.

Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3) was released by That’s What She Said Publishing on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.

The River We Remember: A Novel by William Kent Krueger

This was one of my BOTM picks, so naturally I’m excited to dig into it. I’m a big fan of historical fiction. I didn’t read Krueger’s This Tender Land, but I remember being intrigued by it and wanting to read it. I think I bought it, too, come to think of it. Anyway, this one sounded too good to pass up.

From the Publisher:

On Memorial Day, as the people of Jewel, Minnesota gather to remember and honor the sacrifice of so many sons in the wars of the past, the half-clothed body of wealthy landowner Jimmy Quinn is found floating in the Alabaster River, dead from a shotgun blast. Investigation of the murder falls to Sheriff Brody Dern, a highly decorated war hero who still carries the physical and emotional scars from his military service. Even before Dern has the results of the autopsy, vicious rumors begin to circulate that the killer must be Noah Bluestone, a Native American WWII veteran who has recently returned to Jewel with a Japanese wife. As suspicions and accusations mount and the town teeters on the edge of more violence, Dern struggles not only to find the truth of Quinn’s murder but also put to rest the demons from his own past.

Caught up in the torrent of anger that sweeps through Jewel are a war widow and her adolescent son, the intrepid publisher of the local newspaper, an aging deputy, and a crusading female lawyer, all of whom struggle with their own tragic histories and harbor secrets that Quinn’s death threatens to expose.

Both a complex, spellbinding mystery and a masterful portrait of midcentury American life from an author of novels “as big-hearted as they come” (Parade), The River We Remember is an unflinching look at the wounds left by the wars we fight abroad and at home, a moving exploration of the ways in which we seek to heal, and a testament to the enduring power of the stories we tell about the places we call home.

The River We Remember was released by Atria Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster, on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.

I hope whatever you’re reading as we slide into Fall brings you joy, makes you cry, and entertains you endlessly. Thanks for reading.

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