A+ #AudioBookReview: Propaganda Girls by Lisa Rogak

A+ #AudioBookReview: Propaganda Girls by Lisa RogakPropaganda Girls: The Secret War of the Women in the OSS by Lisa Rogak
Narrator: Samara Naeymi
Format: audiobook, ebook
Source: purchased from Amazon, purchased from Audible
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: American History, U.S. history, women's history, World War II
Pages: 225
Length: 6 hours and 1 minute
Published by Macmillan Audio, St. Martin's Press on March 4, 2025
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The incredible untold story of four women who helped win WWII by generating a wave of black propaganda.
Betty MacDonald was a 28-year-old reporter from Hawaii. Zuzka Lauwers grew up in a tiny Czechoslovakian village and knew five languages by the time she was 21. Jane Smith-Hutton was the wife of a naval attaché living in Tokyo. Marlene Dietrich, the German-American actress and singer, was of course one of the biggest stars of the 20th century. These four women, each fascinating in her own right, together contributed to one of the most covert and successful military campaigns in WWII.
As members of the OSS, their task was to create a secret brand of propaganda produced with the sole aim to break the morale of Axis soldiers. Working in the European theater, across enemy lines in occupied China, and in Washington, D.C., Betty, Zuzka, Jane, and Marlene forged letters and “official” military orders, wrote and produced entire newspapers, scripted radio broadcasts and songs, and even developed rumors for undercover spies and double agents to spread to the enemy. And outside of a small group of spies, no one knew they existed. Until now.
In Propaganda Girls, bestselling author Lisa Rogak brings to vivid life the incredible true story of four unsung heroes, whose spellbinding achievements would change the course of history.

My Review:

The “propaganda girls” of this book’s title didn’t just want to “See what the boys in the back room will have,” as Marlene Dietrich, the most famous of those “girls” frequently sang in her pre- and post-war nightclub acts AND to “Her Boys” during her USO tours, they wanted a chance to BE those boys. Not for the drinking and carousing – not that they didn’t – but for the work and the freedom to use their gifts to their full potential without being shoved into corners labelled “women’s work”.

[Marlene Dietrich, somewhere in France, sitting on the ground with soldiers in an audience, at the foot of a platform stage] 1944.
Betty MacDonald, Barbara “Zuzka” Lauwers, Jane Smith-Hutton and Marlene Dietrich had each gone beyond the work that was considered “suitable” for women in the years before the war. Betty was a newspaper reporter, Zuzka a linguist, Jane a diplomat’s wife and translator, and Marlene Dietrich was Dietrich, one of the most famous people in the world. They were, to a woman, ambitious, intelligent, driven AND stifled in the 1930s.

Then the war happened to the world, and suddenly there was a need for people like them, including women like them, to think WAY outside of any box to end the war faster – no matter how underhanded their work might seem in peacetime or how many corners they’d have to cut or rules they’d have to break to get the job done.

Their job, specifically, as members of the Morale Office of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), was to create and distribute – however possible – “black” propaganda. In other words, these women and their colleagues were the ‘spin doctors’ of the war. But they didn’t just slant the news and the leaflets and the radio broadcasts to make the situation for the Allies look a bit better than it was and the situation for the Axis to look just that much worse than it was.

Jane Smith Hutton during her six-month captivity in the US Embassy in Tokyo in 1941-42

Oh, no, that would have been too easy. Perhaps also a bit too honest. And also, “white” propaganda was somebody else’s job. The “propaganda girls” and the rest of the Morale Office didn’t just slant the news and everything else – their job was to make it up out of a whole cloth of plausibility and authentic, if stolen, material, wrap it around a slanted truth, and drop the whole thing out of a plane in the form of leaflets, or send volunteer POWs over the line to put it in soldiers’ latrines, or broadcast it as altered, morale-sapping songs sung by Germany’s own voice of nostalgia and regret, Marlene Dietrich.

In spite of the conditions under which they all worked, everything from shortages of food to eat and supplies to create their handiwork, nightly bombings and frequent blockades, or the all too common quashing of their efforts by military men who either couldn’t tolerate the way that OSS bent all their precious rules of warfare, couldn’t abide that women were the ones doing that bending, or both, they still got the job done, over and over again, no matter how little they were thanked or how seldom they were able to quantify their results.

And they had the time of their lives. Each and every one of them. Not because they were out having a party – they weren’t because the work was hard and grueling and frequently thankless. But because they had a purpose they could absolutely believe in, and had the most scope and independence they had ever had – or would ever have – in their entire lives to bring everything they had to a job that needed, and in fact cried out for, everything they were.

Reality Rating A+: I picked this up because I was looking for a book to fulfill the requirements for the Goodreads “Her Story” Challenge. (I love to read and I love to play games and the gamification of reading is catnip. Seriously.)

Barbara “Zuzka” Lauwers in 1944

This is the book that called to me, and I am ever so glad that I picked it. And equally glad that I chose to listen to it, because the audio, read by Samara Naeymi, was terrific. She brought a verve and a wry smirk and a bit of a smile to the stories of each of these women, and just about made me cry as the story got darker AND as each woman faced their conflicted emotions at the end of the war. Every single one of them wanted the war to end and the killing to stop, while recognizing that whatever the rest of their lives held, it wouldn’t be as fascinating, fantastic or challenging as what they’d just lived through.

None of them had been a great fit for the traditional woman’s role BEFORE the war – and their collective experience of what they could do outside of those expectations cut each of them to the quick. No time after may ever have been as dark – although for some it came close in a personal sense – but nothing would ever be as bright, either, and they all knew it.

As history, or to give it a more fitting name, ‘narrative nonfiction”, the story of the “propaganda girls” is eminently readable. It flows like a novel, and carries the reader along from one woman to another, from one theater of war to another, from one OSS station to another, with the kind of compulsion that keeps readers turning pages. The reader desperately wants to know what happened next and next to each of them, even though the broad brushstrokes of the war are already well known.

Part of that compulsion is that the story told here is one that we’re not all that familiar with. We all know it happened, or something like it, but not the details and not the personalities. In that sense, it reminds me a lot of the many stories about the female codebreakers of Bletchley Park. A history that was well-hidden for decades due to Britain’s stringent Official Secrets Act. Propaganda Girls also reads a lot like The Woman Who Smashed Codes, in the way that it shines a light on the contribution of a woman who worked in military intelligence during the war but whose contributions were often – at the time – attributed to her husband.

Also, I think readers who enjoy the World War II fiction of Kate Quinn and Sara Ackerman will be every bit as captivated by this nonfiction account as they have been by the fictional and fictionalized versions by those authors.

In short (which admittedly I seldom am) I had a terrific time with these Propaganda Girls. If you have the time and inclination, I highly recommend the audio experience so that you can really feel the story with the characters. The audio got me in the feels a lot more than I expected, and that made it just that bit more terrific. Because their experience of their war may have been a product of its time and place, but their experience of being a woman who wants more than the traditional roles available in a man’s world is more universal, and more relevant to the present, than any of us, here and now, ever wanted to see again in our own lifetimes. But we are all the same.

As absorbing and riveting as all of their stories were, that’s the part that lingers for this reader.

#BookReview: Snake-Eater by T. Kingfisher

#BookReview: Snake-Eater by T. KingfisherSnake-Eater by T. Kingfisher
Narrator: Elena Rey
Format: audiobook, ebook
Source: borrowed from Amazon Kindle Unlimited
Formats available: hardcover, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: cozy fantasy, Dark Fantasy, fantasy, horror, magical realism
Pages: 267
Length: 10 hours and 56 minutes
Published by 47North, Brilliance Audio on November 11, 2025
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From New York Times bestselling and Hugo Award–winning author T. Kingfisher comes an enthralling contemporary fantasy seeped in horror about a woman trying to escape her past by moving to the remote US desert—only to find herself beholden to the wrath of a vengeful god.
With only a few dollars to her name and her beloved dog Copper by her side, Selena flees her past in the city to claim her late aunt’s house in the desert town of Quartz Creek. The scorpions and spiders are better than what she left behind.
Because in Quartz Creek, there’s a strange beauty to everything, from the landscape to new friends, and more blue sky than Selena’s ever seen. But something lurks beneath the surface. Like the desert gods and spirits lingering outside Selena’s house at night, keeping watch. Mostly benevolent, says her neighbor Grandma Billy. That doesn’t ease the prickly sense that one of them watches too closely and wants something from Selena she can’t begin to imagine. And when Selena’s search for answers leads her to journal entries that her aunt left behind, she discovers a sinister truth about her new home: It’s the haunting grounds of an ancient god known simply as “Snake-Eater,” who her late aunt made a promise to that remains unfulfilled.
Snake-Eater has taken a liking to Selena, an obsession of sorts that turns sinister. And now that Selena is the new owner of his home, he’s hell-bent on collecting everything he’s owed.

My Review:

I picked this up because, well, Kingfisher. That’s not going to surprise anyone. Howsomever, based on the blurb, I wasn’t exactly sure where this one was going to fall genre-wise – and now that I’ve finished it I’m still not sure.

Snake-Eater is wrapped around the crossroads where dark fantasy forks between magical realism and outright horror. At the same time, it’s also a bit of cozy fantasy written as a love letter to the author’s old/new home in the desert southwest. And it’s a kind of coming-of-age/coming-into-power story.

Not that Selena isn’t technically an adult – more that she’s been programmed to believe that she isn’t adulting ‘properly’ and has to reclaim that power for herself in a place where some of the old gods, myths and monsters tend her garden and creep into her bed.

Then again, she left a human monster back in the city she left behind. And she’s willing to tackle whatever the desert has to throw at her as long as her dog Copper is safe and she NEVER has to go back.

Which she doesn’t, as long as she can accept that part of what is being preserved out in that desert are old gods and older spirits who can still interact with the humans among them – for both good and ill. One of those gods snuffed out the life of the aunt that Selena came to stay with. Just as the human Walter has nearly snuffed out Selena’s life back in the city. Only a bit more literally. Or maybe not.

But Selena came to Quartz Creek to escape that fate, and she’s not about to let a different monster take the freedom she’s scraped out by her fingernails. All she has to do is beard this monster in his den, with the help of a septuagenarian with a shotgun, a priest who shapeshifts into a peccary, her faithful dog Copper – and all the little animals and spirits that she’s helped along the way.

In spite of herself, Selena has found herself in Quartz Creek, and she’s determined to stay. No matter what it takes. As long as it doesn’t take Copper.

Escape Rating B: Don’t worry, Copper is FINE at the end. I’d have been a whole lot saltier about this one if she wasn’t. But she is.

I started this in audio, but I’m not calling it an audiobook review. Why? Because I listened to less than an hour and realized that I could not continue in audio if I was going to finish at all. I was briefly concerned that I had just discovered the first T. Kingfisher book that I did not like at all and was so bummed by that prospect that I switched to text and it got better.

This is not a criticism of the narrator. Not at all. Rather, this was a case of the narrator being TOO good, in a story whose first-person perspective meant that I was stuck inside a head I didn’t want to be in.

(It didn’t help that I usually see the first-person protagonists of this author’s stories as being avatars for the author’s self. That’s either not the case here, or it’s that Selena represents the author’s past self and not her present. The avatar for Kingfisher’s usual wry, snarkastic and often profane voice in THIS book is the absolutely awesome Grandma Billy, and Selena and the reader don’t meet her until just after I switched to text. It figures.)

The point of this story is wrapped around Selena finding her own place and her own power, after an entire life of being told she was incompetent and utterly wrong and totally ‘less than’. Her mother criticized her every word and every utterance as representative of Selena’s possession by Satan. (Selena’s mother was clearly a LOT in some horrible ways and a bit too similar to the parent of a real-life friend.) But Selena’s mother basically programmed Selena to accept that kind of treatment, so when she met her current partner, Walter, she was so happy to be with someone who accepted her as she was that she didn’t realize until it was much too late that he accepted her as she was because her damage gave him plenty of places to pick at and neg her into compliance – all to make her feel ‘less than’ in an entirely different way.

At the beginning of the story, we’re inside her head as she’s trying to work her way mentally around an act of utter defiance that she feels completely incompetent to carry out. While I certainly sympathized with her plight, her constant negative self-talk while continually NOT talking about the actual problem made for a slow and difficult listen from inside her head.

At least in part because it was obvious what she was dealing with but it was a ‘Chekhov’s Ex’ situation where Walter was the villain who was obviously going to show up before the end and I needed the story to ‘get on with it’. Some of which, I recognize, is a ‘me’ thing and your reading mileage may vary.

Once Selena starts to accept the situation she’s actually in – as utterly batshit insane as some of it definitely is – the story just gets better and better. Also crazier, but in a really, really good way. (Quartz Creek is surprisingly cozy even if it’s also just down the road from Midnight, Texas.) It just takes the story – and Selena herself – a bit of time and mental fortitude, along with more than a little help from her newfound friends, to figure out that she’s finally found the place where she belongs.

And that not just the place is worth defending, but that she herself is as well. That’s a story I was definitely there for, I just needed to read a bit past my usual level of patience for it to get there.

#BookReview: Perun’s Hammer by Ian Heller

#BookReview: Perun’s Hammer by Ian HellerPerun's Hammer: A Novel by Ian Heller
Format: ebook
Source: borrowed from Amazon Kindle Unlimited
Formats available: paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: political thriller, science fiction, technothriller, thriller
Pages: 324
Published by Menlo Park Press on April 6, 2025
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What if you received a video showing exactly what happened to Amelia Earhart?

And then similar videos of the Battle of the Little Bighorn and the Tulsa Race Massacre? What would you do if historians and experts verified every detail, and none of the videos showed traces of CGI?

If you’re Rich Penton, lead reporter at the investigative news show, RECON, you’d try to figure out who made the videos, who sent them to you and what you’re supposed to do about them. The only thing you’d know for sure is that the existence of the videos is absolutely impossible.

For humans.

But when the RECON team receives a video showing Chicago destroyed by an asteroid in the near future, they decide they’d better take it seriously. That’s when they feel the full force of the U.S. military and intelligence agencies, which clearly don’t want RECON involved in whatever mess this is, and the Russians send an assassin to ensure that anybody who tries to broadcast the videos winds up dead.

Perun’s Hammer blends exciting and contemporary AI, foreign intrigue, murder, historical mysteries, hazardous asteroids, undercover agents, a bizarre cult, and a mysterious intelligence that seems to be able to see through time.

My Review:

It begins with the impossible delivery of an equally impossible video – even if all that Rich Penton and his crew at RECON are certain of at that point is that the delivery shouldn’t have been possible. The video looks like REALLY good CGI of a meteor crashing into downtown Chicago. RECON is a successful, award-winning news magazine TV series (sorta/kinda like 60 Minutes was back in the day) but based in Chicago and set in the mid-2020s.

Meaning that the team at RECON is used to getting unusual pitches for stories. And that they know all about cutting-edge CGI. But it also means that their network security is state-of-the-art, a state that means that videos should not be capable of ‘magically’ appearing in anyone’s email without getting checked. And it certainly means that once such an email is deleted – it STAYS deleted.

The painted picture on this bison hide shows the battle of the Little Bighorn, where the Plain Indians fought Lieut. Col. George Custer’s troops. By Cheyenne artist – Museum of the American Indian

Except this video isn’t behaving the way it’s supposed to.

Not that they can do anything with it or about it except for the security breach. There’s nothing attached to tell them who sent it, how it was filmed, or what the purpose of it might be. They assume it’s a pitch for something – they get those all the time, but usually with a lot more information than this.

Then the second video arrives, just as mysteriously as the first. A video that seemed to have been taken at the Battle of the Little Big Horn as it was happening. In 1876. A video that checks out in every particular except one. In spite of repeated attempts to figure out how it was made, there is ZERO evidence of it being CGI. It seems to be authentic right down to facial recognition of even minor characters – even the angle of the sun and shadows is not just internally consistent but consistent with the date, time and location of the battle.

Tulsa Race Massacre aftermath, June 1, 1921

Which is when Rich and his team at RECON start to really, really dig. Because one way or another, this is one hell of a story. But as videos keep coming in, from Amelia Earhart’s ultimately fatal crash in 1937 to the horrors of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre to the tragic 1945 bombing of three German ships, the Deutschland, the Thielbek, and the Cap Arcona, filled to the gunwales with Jewish concentration camp inmates who were either killed by British bombs, or from being clubbed to death by Nazi soldiers and sympathizers waiting for the few survivors to wash up on shore.

As each of the later videos gets a YES in the column for historical accuracy and a NO in the column for being provably some sort of advanced CGI, it brings questions about the purpose of that first video of a meteor or asteroid striking Chicago, into terrible focus. If all the other videos are real recordings of historical events, then what was that first video? Was it a warning?

And if it was a warning – can they get the right people to believe in something so seemingly impossible in time to change the future before it becomes the present?

Escape Rating B+: First of all, in the interests of full disclosure, I received this book in a “friend of a friend of a friend” situation. Which I was honestly a bit salty about as I’m not all that fond of being committed to things by proxy.

Howsomever, (knowing this will completely undercut any and all arguments with the friend who got me into this), I’m not at all sorry about the whole thing. In fact, I’m pretty damn pleased with the result now that I’ve finished the book – and in spite of the quibbles I’m going to throw in near the end.

I had a damn good time reading this. Seriously. It was a thrill-a-minute ride from beginning to end in the best sorta/kinda SF movie thriller tradition. Movies like Armageddon, and Deep Impact.

What made Perūn’s Hammer just a bit different, and a whole lot more fun from this reader’s perspective, is that the story is set recognizably in Chicago. Not New York, not Washington DC, but Chicago. As someone who lived in Chicago for several years, I could picture all the scenes in the story AND just how big the devastation would be.

Which leads directly to the second fun thing. In most disaster movies, the disaster has either already happened or is past the point of no return. A big part of the plot and the point of Perūn’s Hammer is that those videos represent a future that ‘might’ be, not a fixed point in time. The worst of the crisis could be averted – if humanity can get its act together in time.

So the story isn’t the dystopia that comes after, or even the planning vs. panic scenario of an inevitable onrushing catastrophe. Instead, the ticking clock that drives the action is the investigation to figure out the nature of the message and then the mad scramble to act BEFORE it’s too late.

Neither of which could possibly be the job of a single human being – so even though parts of the story are told from Rich Penton’s first person perspective – which admittedly cuts the tension a bit because we know he survived otherwise he wouldn’t be around afterwards to do that telling – much of the story is told from a third person overview in order to follow the workings of the stellar team that make the show – and this story – possible.

Their team dynamic is absolutely top-notch. Each person is at the top of their respective game, and they each do their part to solve the mystery. It’s going to be up to Rich to convince the powers-that-be to put a multibillion dollar asset into space in the hopes of knocking the object off course. But he needs their collective very able assistance to put it all together and the investigation in all its many facets is a joy to follow.

Unfortunately, this is where my two huge quibbles with the story come in, and together they were enough to knock this from an A grade to a B+. Because I was compelled, but also extremely annoyed at this part.

In order for the reader – and the team – to truly appreciate just how high the stakes are in this story, one of the team members had to die. That’s the way thrillers like this work and it wasn’t exactly a shock for the reader when it happened. Especially considering that as far as solving the mystery goes, this particular team member had already completed their role. The problem I had with this was not the death, but the choice of character to die. The team member who was killed was the only gay person in the central cast, and the only character who was not or did not become part of a romantic couple. The “Bury Your Gays” trope is basically a cheap shot that did not need to be part of this story. Or, for that matter, any story.

It also leads directly to my other issue with the story, and that’s ‘villain fail’. There is a villain here. They’re not the ones who launched the object, but they are the ones trying to take advantage of it. In the international political climate of the past few years, the idea that the Russian Federation might be gleeful about an interstellar object flattening Chicago isn’t quite out of the bounds of plausibility. That Russia would engage in a campaign of misinformation and bribery in order to prevent the US from launching countermeasures in time is also not that far-fetched. Nor is the idea that they would have agents in the U.S. working to protect such a plan. However, the idea that all of that happened AND that the specific agent involved embodied all the worst possible racist, homophobic, sexist, psychopathic, sociopathic, violent and outright ‘bwahaha’ villain characteristics that have ever been assigned to a negative portrayal of an enemy agent in a single person put the whole thing way over the top and tripped my willing suspension of disbelief completely. To make a long harangue into a short sentence, the character of the villain of the piece slipped WAY over the line from CHARACTER into CARICATURE.

Amelia Earhart standing under nose of her Lockheed Model 10-E Electra. Gelatin silver print, 1937 by Underwood & Underwood

Very much on my other, and much more fascinated hand, I loved the deep dive into the historical incidents that were part of the vetting process for the videos. I wanted to say ‘happy’, but that’s the wrong word in this case. The historical analysis read as in-depth and extremely well done, which is something that I always love to see. However, I think it is important to note that all of the historical incidents with the exception of Amelia’s Earhart’s most likely sad end, were all true events that were horrifying in the extreme. They were also outright brutal tragedies of human inhumanity to other humans that were swept under the historical carpet because the victims were considered “other” from the perspective of the powers that be at the time.

A lot of the SFnal aspects of Perūn’s Hammer have been done before, in stories that reach as far back as Niven and Pournelle’s Lucifer’s Hammer through Kowal’s Lady Astronaut series and all the way up to last year’s When the Moon Hits Your Eye by way of at least two of the Star Trek movies (TMP and IV) as well as those disaster thrillers I started with.  Those familiar SFnal elements blend into a story that will keep readers on the edge of their seats, whether the parts that appeals are the historical mysteries, the technical breakthroughs, the political shenanigans and the spy games, or the surprisingly open-ended conclusion.

In spite of my quibbles, I had a grand time with Perūn’s Hammer. I think those quibbles hit so hard BECAUSE I was having such a grand reading time and those flaws disappointed me in a book that was otherwise really terrific.

All of which means that I’m glad that the author has already promised a sequel, tentatively titled Perūn Rises. I’m looking forward to seeing what happens next.

A- #AudioBookReview: Accidentally Yours by Christina Lauren

A- #AudioBookReview: Accidentally Yours by Christina LaurenAccidentally Yours by Christina Lauren
Narrator: Dominique Salvacion, Andrew Gibson
Format: audiobook, ebook
Source: borrowed from Amazon Kindle Unlimited
Formats available: ebook, audiobook
Genres: contemporary romance, romantic comedy, workplace romance
Series: Improbable Meet-Cute: Second Chances #1
Pages: 93
Length: 1 hour and 44 minutes
Published by Amazon Original Stories on January 20, 2026
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Serendipity works wonders for a woman and her seemingly unattainable crush in a funny and flirty short story by Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author of The Unhoneymooners and My Favorite Half-Night Stand.
When marketing consultant Veronica accidentally crashes the wrong Zoom meeting and brutally critiques their presentation, she’s shocked to receive a job offer from the company’s intriguing CEO. Their professional email exchanges quickly turn flirty, but Veronica’s mind keeps drifting to her reserved but gorgeous new neighbor. As Valentine’s Day approaches, she’ll discover that sometimes the most improbable meet-cute can lead to the perfect match.
Christina Lauren’s Accidentally Yours is part of The Improbable Meet-Cute: Second Chances, stories for star-crossed lovers and hopeless romantics. They can be read or listened to in one sitting. Let’s do it again.

My Review:

In case it’s not obvious, this week kind of fell apart for me. Or ON me. I read something really heavy over the weekend and needed something TOTALLY light and fluffy to counteract the gloom. And I sorta/kinda promised myself I’d read a romance this week – because Valentine’s Day was last weekend and it seemed like the thing to do.

Which led me straight to Improbable Meet-Cute Second Chances, the Valentine’s Day collection from Amazon Original Stories for Valentine’s Day 2026. I expected to get a short, sweet, listening treat to pick up my week, and that’s EXACTLY what I got with Accidentally Yours.

Although I’m not quite sure about the “second chances” part of this collection’s formula as it relates to this story. The “meet-cute”, absolutely. But a second chance, not exactly. The romance between Veronica Cochran and Jude Tilde wasn’t so much a second chance as two SIMULTANEOUS opportunities at their first one. Let me explain…

Veronica Cochran is a marketing genius. Really, truly. But the company who practically wined and dined her to get her onboard after her MBA program turned out to be just another gang of entitled, misogynistic, techbros who were happy to take her ideas but never give her the credit, the promotion or the BONUSES she deserved. Then they let her go with a measly six months severance which she knows she’s going to wait forever to receive.

Job hunting is brutal, and she’s pretty much down on the whole experience. Her savings are running low, her ancient refrigerator is dying, her nibling destroyed her laptop and her office chair sounds like it’s about to wheeze its last. So she isn’t exactly filled with hope when she logs into her next job interview. Which is when the situation surprisingly starts looking up.

Not because it’s her interview – but because it ISN’T. Instead, it’s a session full of techbros who sound just like the ones at her old company. The group is going through a marketing slide deck that is SO BAD, SO VERY BAD, that she takes her name off her Zoom presence and lets her inner snark monster out to play. To delightfully devastating effect.

She tells this ‘pitch’ of techbros (I had to look up the collective noun because they needed one and it’s just too apropos in this case) just how terrible the slide deck is in no uncertain – but certainly professional and absolutely on point – terms. She lets them have the full effect of her genius on their marketing lameness then drops the mic and peaces out of the chat.

Leaving Veronica feeling much better about pretty much everything. Admittedly, these weren’t the techbros that disregarded her for four years – but they were close enough for her epic vent to let off some serious steam.

She leaves the techbros slack-jawed on both Zoom and their actual Slack channel, trying to figure out who she is and whether or not she’s available to be hired as THEIR marketing genius. Because Veronica Cochran is exactly what Codify.com and its new CEO need for their company.

All it’s going to take to get her onboard is a hefty monthly consulting contract, a brand-new state of the art laptop, and the office chair of her dreams.

The chemistry between Veronica and Jude, well, that’s extra. As they eventually find out – it’s extra times two.

Escape Rating A-: This turned out to be exactly the light and fluffy and frothy reading pick-me-up I was looking for. The way that Veronica and Jude banter their way into romance meant that it worked especially well on audio, as ably batted back and forth by Dominique Salvacion as Veronica and Andrew Gibson as Jude.

The romance between Veronica and Jude happens, not in two time streams or time periods, but through two entirely different mediums at the same time. Initially, all of their communication is electronic – and mostly professional. With admittedly a bit of casual, sometimes snarky, occasionally flirty, banter. But still, they have a business relationship. I can’t say it’s a workplace romance because there’s no workPLACE. It’s potentially a bit squicky, so they take that slow because they both recognize that they need each other professionally no matter how interesting they find each other personally.

Their entire relationship is conducted through a technical intermediary. They’ve never met. They’ve never seen each other’s faces. And it’s just when they make plans to do exactly that that the situation nearly goes off the rails.

Because they have seen each other’s faces, and whole entire persons, and have very much liked what they’ve seen. They just don’t know each other’s names. They live in the same North Loop apartment building in Chicago. She’s 4C and he’s 2C. They’ve seen each other in the lobby plenty of times white seemingly their entire building gathers, waiting for their surprisingly friendly and clockwork-like mail carrier to arrive every afternoon at 2.

They don’t know each other’s names until a piece of his mail finds its way into her mailbox on their mail carrier’s day off. And it’s while she knows but he doesn’t that she hears something that makes her wonder if she’s really ever known him at all.

But she has and she does so of course in the end they figure everything out and it makes for lovely and well-earned happy ever after.

The way this story works itself out – and keeps its would-be lovers apart and unaware in a way that does actually work – reminded me a lot of stories from two of the holiday story collections, specifically All Wrapped Up in You by Rosie Danan from Home Sweet Holidays in 2025 and Only Santas In the Building by Alexis Daria from 2024’s Under the Mistletoe. So if you like this kind of story, the way that the would-be lovers manage to get to know each other without knowing each other, all three stories are sweet little treats. I’m glad I picked this one up when I needed one.

And just as glad that I have the other stories in this collection (along with last year’s Improbable Meet-Cute) to look forward to the next time I need a short and sweet romance to pick me up and tide me over a slump of any kind!

Grade A #GuestReview: Waging a Good War by Thomas E. Ricks

Grade A #GuestReview: Waging a Good War by Thomas E. RicksWaging a Good War: A Military History of the Civil Rights Movement, 1954-1968 by Thomas E. Ricks
Format: ebook
Source: purchased from Amazon
Formats available: hardcover, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: African American History, American History, Civil Rights Movement, nonfiction, U.S. history
Pages: 448
Published by Farrar Straus & Giroux on October 4, 2022
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In Waging a Good War, the bestselling author Thomas E. Ricks offers a fresh perspective on America’s greatest moral revolution—the civil rights movement of the 1950s and 1960s—and its legacy today. While the Movement has become synonymous with Martin Luther King, Jr.’s ethos of nonviolence, Ricks, a Pulitzer Prize–winning war reporter, draws on his deep knowledge of tactics and strategy to advance a surprising but revelatory idea: the greatest victories for Black Americans of the past century were won not by idealism alone, but by paying attention to recruiting, training, discipline, and organization—the hallmarks of any successful military campaign.

An engaging storyteller, Ricks deftly narrates the Movement’s triumphs and defeats. He follows King and other key figures from Montgomery to Memphis, demonstrating that Gandhian nonviolence was a philosophy of active, not passive, resistance—involving the bold and sustained confrontation of the Movement’s adversaries, both on the ground and in the court of public opinion. While bringing legends such as Fannie Lou Hamer and John Lewis into new focus, Ricks also highlights lesser-known figures who played critical roles in fashioning nonviolence into an effective tool—the activists James Lawson, James Bevel, Diane Nash, and Septima Clark foremost among them. He also offers a new understanding of the Movement’s later difficulties as internal disputes and white backlash intensified. Rich with fresh interpretations of familiar events and overlooked aspects of America’s civil rights struggle, Waging a Good War is an indispensable addition to the literature of racial justice and social change—and one that offers vital lessons for our own time.

My Review:

In his influential but incomplete work, On War, military theorist Carl von Clausewitz defines war as “an act of violence intended to compel our opponent to fulfil our will”. Martin Luther King, Jr., of course followed the example of Mohandas Gandhi in preaching and practicing nonviolence during the Civil Rights Movement and afterwards.

Violence on the one hand, nonviolence on the other. What does Clausewitz have to say to King? Quite a lot, actually, for what King was seeking was indeed to compel his opponents to accede to his will and liberate his compatriots from an unjust system. While the instruments of King’s will did not include bombs or guns directed at his oppressors, they did include thousands of people trained and sent on campaigns to sap the will of their opponents until they ultimately fell back.

Does this sound like a war? In his book Waging a Good War: A Military History of the Civil Rights Movement, 1954-1968, war correspondent Thomas E. Ricks makes the case that a military analysis of the strategies, operations, and tactics of the Civil Rights Movement offers a useful point of view for understanding its history — and applying its lessons to current and future conflicts.

Reality Rating A: While the idea of doing Clausewitzian analysis of King’s strategy is not new, military theory is not exactly the most common framework for viewing the Civil Rights Movement. Presumably few, if any, civil rights leaders were referring to their well-thumbed copies of Clausewitz. However, Ricks’ book makes it clear that the movement included many aspects of a series of military campaigns. For example, just as a U.S. soldier is not dropped onto a battlefield without having going through extensive training in their arms and tactics, civil rights protesters received extensive training on how to conduct themselves. That training was essential; very few people are naturally inclined to sit down in the face of mobs, howling dogs, and fire hoses without either fleeing or striking back.

The Civil Rights Movement conducted detailed reconnaissance of enemy territory before engaging in a campaign. Those campaigns included significant advance planning of the aims of the campaign as well as the logistics required – safe houses, escape routes, lists of sympathizers, and plain old cash. The very strategy of nonviolent direct action was very intentional.

Quoting King from “Letter from a Birmingham Jail”:

You may well ask: “Why direct action? Why sit ins, marches and so forth? Isn’t negotiation a better path?” You are quite right in calling for negotiation. Indeed, this is the very purpose of direct action. Nonviolent direct action seeks to create such a crisis and foster such a tension that a community which has constantly refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue. It seeks so to dramatize the issue that it can no longer be ignored. My citing the creation of tension as part of the work of the nonviolent resister may sound rather shocking. But I must confess that I am not afraid of the word “tension.” I have earnestly opposed violent tension, but there is a type of constructive, nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth. Just as Socrates felt that it was necessary to create a tension in the mind so that individuals could rise from the bondage of myths and half truths to the unfettered realm of creative analysis and objective appraisal, so must we see the need for nonviolent gadflies to create the kind of tension in society that will help men rise from the dark depths of prejudice and racism to the majestic heights of understanding and brotherhood. The purpose of our direct action program is to create a situation so crisis packed that it will inevitably open the door to negotiation. I therefore concur with you in your call for negotiation. Too long has our beloved Southland been bogged down in a tragic effort to live in monologue rather than dialogue.

Jesse Jackson with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. ( ca. 1966)

The Civil Rights Movement of course would have had little hope of forcing negotiations by violent actions; one against nine are never good odds. But what it could do was highlight injustice and create situations to encourage the state to overreact in the name of preserving that injustice. Fortunately for the protesters, that overreaction often ended up on the nightly television news. Over time, the will to maintain Jim Crow was whittled away as the contradictions revealed by the protests made the status quo untenable. (It is interesting to note the degree to which many of the opponents of the Civil Rights Movement were tactically and strategically stupid. Had more Southern police chiefs acted like Laurie Pritchett rather than Bull Connor by minimizing brutal responses to the protests, the Civil Rights Movement could easily have required much more time to achieve its aim.)

The foregoing just scratches the surface of Ricks’ book, which details the strategies and tactics of several campaigns including the Montgomery Bus Boycott, the lunch counter sit-ins, the Freedom Rides, and the March on Washington — as well as failed campaigns such as the one in Albany, Georgia. As such, it also serves as a useful capsule history of the Civil Rights Movement during 1954-1968, including the many leaders, foot-soldiers, and organizations involved — as well as their many disagreements. As with any war, the Civil Rights Movement has its casualties, which Ricks describes as well.

From one point of view, the Civil Rights Movement ended successfully with the passage of the Civil Rights Act. From another point of view, there is much left to do to pursue justice. These old challenges — as well as new threats to democracy — make Ricks’ military history of the Civil Rights Movement essential reading for those who want a clear-eyed history of its strategies and how they can be applied to current problems.

A+ #AudioBookReview: Junkyard Riders by Faith Hunter

A+ #AudioBookReview: Junkyard Riders by Faith HunterJunkyard Riders (Junkyard Cats #5) by Faith Hunter
Narrator: Khristine Hvam
Format: audiobook, ebook
Source: purchased from Amazon, purchased from Audible
Formats available: paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: dystopian, post apocalyptic, urban fantasy
Series: Shining Smith #5
Pages: 163
Length: 4 hours and 46 minutes
Published by Audible Studios, Lore Seekers Press on January 20, 2026
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Shining Smith returns, taking on the “Dark Riders,” a paramilitary group motorcycle gang searching for Gov. political power, military connections, and alien tech. The Dark Riders are closing in on Shining’s secrets and, while she would rather nest in her new roadhouse, Shining must protect her own, once again taking the battle to the enemy.
Unfortunately, CAIT, the original AI on the junkyard’s crashed spaceship, has its own agenda buried in the ship’s code and choses this time to implement it. There is nothing Shining can do to stop it, except what she does best – plot an offensive, get her people in place, and hope Jolene can outsmart the virtual alter ego.
But the cataclysmic snowstorm crashing in with all the power and subtlety of Mateo in his WarBot suit could be the end of them all.

My Review:

There’s a major snowstorm crashing down on Shining’s head in this one – and bloody damn (as Shining herself would put it – I didn’t need the up-close-and-personal reminder of what’s headed my way in real life as it headed towards hers in brilliantly realized fiction.

I’m still here for the cats, six years and four books after the first utterly terrific book in this series, Junkyard Cats. Because Shining and her allies, the more-or-less humans AND the self-proclaimed “destructions of cats” have just gotten bigger and more badass as the series has evolved.

And so have their enemies.

In this fifth entry in the series, the hard-won more-or-less peace that Shining has sacrificed so much blood for, particularly in the previous book, Junkyard Roadhouse, has been disturbed by the advent of an unnamed motorcycle gang that Shining calls the “Dark Riders”. She’s sure they have a name, she just doesn’t know what it is – yet. She just knows that these “Dark Riders” are in the sex trafficking business and don’t care who they have to kill in order to get their “stock” or how willing they might be to “serve”. The Dark Riders are threatening territory that is under the protection of Shining and/or her allies, and have now turned their sights on the Junkyard Roadhouse. Not directly, not yet, but attempting to pick off some of their more remote trading partners.

Which Shining cannot allow, both as the threat to her independence that it definitely is, and because some of her own people are on site. And mostly because she promised protection so now she’s duty bound to deliver it.

That her enemy is a whole lot bigger and more powerful than even rival queen Clarice Warhammer  in Junkyard War just means that Shining is going to need a lot more allies to help take them down. Even if this time around she’s putting herself directly against the Gov and their military forces.

Especially if it’s the Gov and their military. She’ll just have to be a bit sneakier about how she brings them down. Or out. Or into the bright, shining light of exposure.

Even if bringing down a bigger and more powerful – and connected – foe is a good deed that is guaranteed not to go unpunished. That’s a problem for ‘later’ Shining, if she survives this time around. Which she bloody damn WILL.

Escape Rating A+: I’ve adored this series from that very first book, Junkyard Cats, and I haven’t changed my mind one bit as the series has continued. In fact, I think they’ve gotten better as they’ve gone along. They’ve certainly gotten bigger – not necessarily in length but in scope. With each book we see more of how this effed up future is, well, effed up. And it’s FUBAR, glorious and terrible all at the same time.

In my personal opinion, it’s also better in audio, but that’s a shade of better that’s really, really close. Narrator Kristine Hvam remains the perfect voice of Shining, she’s gritty and snarky, self-deprecating and over-confident, desperate and determined, always, always picking herself up off the ground to DEAL WITH IT whatever IT might be.

She makes hard decisions, lives with the even harder consequences, and Hvam’s voice perfectly captures Shining’s first-person, internal voice every step of the way. The one problem I have with the narration being just so damn good is that now that the ebooks are released simultaneously with the audio, I’m caught very sharply on the horns of the dilemma of whether I want to hear Shining’s voice more than I’m desperate to find out what happened.

It’s a bloody damn hard call every time. But that’s Shining Smith all over.

This entry in the series reads like the set up for the next phase of Shining’s ‘adventures’ – to use that term very loosely. Alternatively, it’s the opening campaign in Shining’s next war. Because she is at war. In the first three books (Junkyard Cats, Junkyard Bargain, Junkyard War), she was at war with rival queen Clarice Warhammer. The previous book, Junkyard Roadhouse, represented a consolidation of the gains and alliances Shining gathered for and as a result of Warhammer’s destruction.

Those gains included a lot of intel on bad actors in what passes for the US government in this post-apocalyptic dystopia, and that intel has led her to a bigger, better equipped enemy. Taking on the Gov, even in the clandestine fashion she does in this story, is going to take more than one book and a whole lot more firepower. Those Dark Riders are the tip of an iceberg that goes a lot deeper and further than even Shining and her tendency to imagine worst-case scenarios had imagined.

On the surface, Junkyard Riders is another fantastic Shining Smith adventure, for multiple definitions of the word ‘adventure’. It’s also the latest chapter in an ongoing saga that gets bigger as it goes – even though the length of the individual entries is still relatively short. On my third hand (and some of Shining’s allies actually have such a thing), this story represents both an expansion and an escalation in the best ‘Old Skool’ urban fantasy tradition. At the end of every story, Shining takes her bow with more resources, more weapons, more POWER than she had at the beginning. Which forces her next enemy to match and exceed her in order to have a shot at taking her down.

This entry in the series was fantastic AND did a fantastic job of setting up the next book. Hopefully this time next year if not, fingers crossed, just a bit sooner. Because I’m already there for it.

One final note because I can’t resist. A ‘destruction of cats’ is a collective noun for a group of wild and/or feral cats. The junkyard’s cats are not exactly feral, but they certainly are both wild AND destructive. Tufts, the queen of the junkyard’s cats, took that name for her clowder HERSELF. Because of course she did. And her Destruction has certainly earned the moniker. I can’t wait to see how THAT works out in the books to come. Because I’ve always been all in on this series for the cats. And they get more badass every book – right along with Shining Smith herself.

A- #BookReview: Homemaker by Ruthie Knox and Annie Mare

A- #BookReview: Homemaker by Ruthie Knox and Annie MareHomemaker (Prairie Nightingale, #1) by Ruthie Knox, Annie Mare
Format: ebook
Source: borrowed from Amazon Kindle Unlimited
Genres: domestic thriller, mystery, suspense, thriller
Series: Prairie Nightingale #1
Pages: 297
Published by Thomas & Mercer on May 1, 2025
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When a former friend and devoted mother vanishes, a confident homemaker turned amateur sleuth follows an unexpected trail of scandals and secrets to find her.
Prairie Nightingale is both the midlife mother of two teenage girls and a canny entrepreneur who has turned homemaking into a salaried profession. She’s also fascinated with the gritty details of other people’s lives. So when seemingly perfect Lisa Radcliffe, a member of her former mom-friends circle, suddenly disappears, it’s in Prairie’s nature to find out why.
Given her innate talent for vital pattern recognition, Prairie is out to catch a few clues by taking a long, hard look at everyone in Lisa’s life—and uncovering their secrets. Including Lisa’s. Prairie’s dogged curiosity is especially irritating to FBI agent Foster Rosemare, the first interesting man Prairie has met since her divorce. His square jaw and sharp suits don’t hurt.
But even as the investigation begins to wreak havoc on Prairie’s carefully tended homelife, she’s resolved to use her multivalent homemaking skills to solve the mystery of a missing mom—and along the way discover the thrill of her new sleuthing ambitions.

My Review:

I want to call Prairie Nightingale (and that really is the protagonist’s name and the story behind it explains SO MUCH about her character) a domestic goddess. But that’s not what she claims to be and that’s not what she really is. She’s calm on the surface and paddling like hell underneath just like everyone else – which we know because we’re inside her head.

What Prairie REALLY is is what the Brits call “a nosy parker”. It’s not so much that she can’t resist poking her nosy nose into other people’s business – although she honestly can’t. It’s that she can’t resist speculating about whatever part of someone else’s business she’s observed that just doesn’t add up.

But the thing that her former friends can’t forgive her for isn’t that she’s nosy. It’s that she’s right. And Prairie being right about something being wrong has a tendency to expose a whole lot of ugly secrets and dirty little lies that people around her have been pretending not to notice. Like when she exposed a well-respected local doctor for medically AND sexually abusing his patients.

Not that he got off “scot-free” but her former circle of “mom friends” pretty much shot the messenger. Meaning Prairie.

So when Prairie notices that one of the women waiting in the school pickup line is carrying a really expensive purse but looks really stressed and otherwise appears to be wearing older clothes and hand-me-downs when this same woman wore the newest and best of everything not all that long ago, Prairie’s sense that “too many of things are not like the others” goes off. Her ham-fisted “interrogation” of her former friend is embarrassing for all concerned, including Prairie but especially for her daughters.

It also confirms for Prairie that something is rotten in the state of Wisconsin, in the city of Green Bay, among at least one of the women who used to call her a friend. Which she shouldn’t poke into because it’s not her business.

At least not until another of those former friends is declared missing, the police and the FBI descend on her community, and Prairie’s need to find justice for a woman she wished she knew better, AND especially closure for the two children she seemingly left behind, pounds a drumbeat in her head that is MUCH LOUDER than the voices around her telling her to keep out of it.

Which Prairie is constitutionally incapable of doing. No matter how intriguing the FBI agent telling her to butt out might be.

Escape Rating A-: Anyone who knows me at all would laugh at the idea of me reading a book titled Homemaker because of all the things I NEVER wanted to be, a homemaker is at the top of the list. I never had any ambitions whatsoever to be a domestic goddess, a domestic engineer, or a homemaker. Paraphrasing several Dr. Who incarnations, I mostly just don’t do domestic.

So this book seemed like it would be a bit outside my comfort zone, and it occasionally was, but one of the authors absolutely was not. I read – and adored – several of Ruthie Knox’ romances in the early days of Reading Reality, but I hadn’t seen much from her on NetGalley or Edelweiss (or I missed them because so many books, so little time). Then the second book in the Prairie Nightingale series, Trailbreaker, popped up as a tour book.

Since I did love Knox’ work, I decided to give this collaboration a try. And, since I’m a terrible completist, I had to start from the beginning with Homemaker. So here we are.

And I have to say that it was a surprisingly fascinating place to be. Also a whole lot deeper than it appears on the surface. Which I will get into.

But first, that surface. The surface is a compelling domestic thriller – and I’m saying that even though domestic thrillers are not usually my jam. What made it work was Prairie’s perspective and that her investigation is, of necessity, several steps removed from the violence that occurred. AND it manages to stick to a sphere that Prairie is intimately familiar with, while the police and the FBI definitely are not.

Prairie is an observer of people, and most of the people she comes into contact with are other women who have school-age children and who spend most of their time and mental energy trying to do all the physical, mental and emotional labor of keeping a family on track while trying to carve out small bits of time for themselves and not letting themselves feel too guilty about it.

(Prairie’s solution to that particular problem for HERSELF is fascinating. I wish we had more of the details but that’s a ‘me’ thing. I like process when it works, and Prairie’s mostly does – even if it also was a contributing factor in her divorce along with her nosy parker tendencies.)

The FBI and the local police ignore all the tiny clues that are hidden in the behavior of the women in Prairie’s circle – because that’s what they do. But that’s precisely where Prairie finds ALL the clues. The police, in the person of FBI agent Foster Rosemare, can find hard data to verify what Prairie uncovers – but only if they first know where to look.

So the investigation becomes a kind of partnership between Prairie and Foster – even though both of them are really skittish for really good reasons about their mutual attraction. I loved the way they worked together and towards each other at the same time. The very slow burn worked really well for the story.

But what kept me on the edge of my seat was the combination of Prairie’s painstaking, pain-making and occasionally outright painfully embarrassing investigation, not into motives and opportunities to commit a murder, but into the whys and wherefores of the whole of these women’s lives, and what it said – and what Prairie thought – about women’s voices, the value of women’s labor, the opportunities women are told they can have vs. the reality of what society expects, and especially the truth about the constant threat of intimate partner violence against women.

Parker is absolutely, totally, real-life/real-world correct that the two most dangerous things a woman can do are 1. Marry a man and 2. Get a divorce from a man. And that a lot of women spend their lives doing their very best not to ask for anything for themselves so as not to “upset” the man who just has to go “off the rails” ONCE to end their lives – and who will not be punished half as much for doing so as they would be if they do even if they are acting to protect themselves and/or their children.

So this story works, and works well, on both levels. The investigation is compelling, particularly as seen from Prairie’s point of view. But it’s her underlying thoughts and conclusions about women’s lives, the compromises they feel compelled to make and how all of that does and doesn’t work for the women living those lives that hooked me and kept me thinking as the story and Prairie worked their way to the awful truth.

If that interests you as much as it did me, there’s a surprising – but also marvelously short – readalike that explores some of the same territory in the short story “Four Sisters Overlooking the Sea” by Naomi Kritzer. Also Spider to the Fly by J.H. Markert for the combination of single ‘girlmom’ with professional-ish amateur investigation AND the way that communities protect men from consequences until the evidence is overwhelming. On the fun side, which Homemaker certainly has as well, the opening stages of Prairie’s romance with Foster read like Tabitha Knight’s slow burn romance with police Inspecteur Étienne Merveille in Colleen Cambridge’s Mastering the Art of French Murder series.

But I’ve already read those, so I’m itching to start the next book in THIS series, Trailbreaker, in AUDIO. I can’t wait to see what Prairie pokes her nose into next!

A- #BookReview: The Demon of Beausoleil by Mari Costa

A- #BookReview: The Demon of Beausoleil by Mari CostaThe Demon of Beausoleil by Mari Costa, Mariana Costa
Format: ebook
Source: supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: paperback, ebook
Genres: fantasy, graphic novel, historical fantasy
Pages: 312
Published by Oni Press on January 27, 2026
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"A humorous yet poignant queer romance in a fantasy-period setting. Just the thing for grown-up fans of Alice Oseman’s Heartstopper, Kevin Panetta’s Bloom, or Jarrett Melendez’s Chef’s Kiss who are intrigued by the occult." —Library Journal, starred review

A half-demon socialite-turned-exorcist and his disgruntled bodyguard have no trouble facing down the hordes of darkness—but facing their feelings for each other? Well now, that’s a whole different story . . .

Helianthes is a Cambion—a child born touched by demons. Horned, clawed, and tailed, Helianthes—Hell for short—is a devil-may-care exorcist whose devil-may-care attitude has succeeded in alienating those closest to him—all save for his long-suffering bodyguard, Elias, who sees him as less a strange, mythical being and more just a . . . nuisance.

Together, the two venture into the streets of this psuedo-remix of Victorian London to exorcise demons (and maybe cause a little mischief on the way). But as Hell becomes increasingly drawn to his enigmatic bodyguard—and as Elias becomes increasingly aware of his feelings for his trouble of a charge—the two find themselves faced with a growing, chaotic dark that might threaten everything they’ve been working toward . . .

A world of half-demons and the boys who love them await in this epic queer romance by writer/artist Mari Costa!

My Review:

I originally picked this up because I fell in love with the author’s cozy fantasy novel, Shoestring Theory, about a cat and his wizard. I fully admit that I was there for Shoestring a whole lot more than I was for Cyril, Shoestring’s poor, incompetent human. I doubt anyone is surprised by this one little bit.

I don’t read a lot of graphic novels, but I loved Shoestring a lot, and this was recommended to me as part of a panel I was asked to moderate for Library Journal (LibraryCon Live) and it looked like fun. I had a ball with all of the books for the panel, but read them really fast and wasn’t planning on reviewing them all.

This one stuck with me. Or Shoestring was prodding me to come back to it. Perhaps a bit of both. Because it’s a bit of a devil’s food cake kind of book, literally and figuratively, and I’m always a sucker for sinfully dark chocolate.

Something like that, anyway.

The story you start out with it not the story you end with, while the ending makes you realize that the story you started with wasn’t the real story in the first place.

Cryptic enough?

Because we start with half-demon Helianthes Beausoleil being absolutely railed by his future brother-in-law. Well, his erstwhile future brother-in-law, as their romp is interrupted by the arrival of Hell’s sister and needless to say the engagement is OFF.

At first it seems like Hell is just a chaos agent, causing destruction wherever he goes, living down to the opinion that everyone has of him. After all, he’s a cambion, a half-demon, supposedly filled with all of a demon’s sins and all of a human’s weaknesses. Breaking his sister’s engagement with a sex scandal is EXACTLY the sort of thing that everyone expects of him.

This is where the story goes in a direction that the opening does not lead the reader to expect. Because Hell’s parents throw him out of the house, but send a bodyguard with him. Forcing him to make his way in the world while still trying to keep him safe.

And it’s the making of him. That’s the story. The story of half demon Hell going into business as a demon hunter, taking on the jobs that only he can, getting those very dangerous jobs done and making himself an entirely different kind of reputation along the way.

Not that it does anything to erase his reputation as a self-indulgent wild child, because that scandal is just too damn delicious for anyone to let go of.

But underneath that story is the real Hell. (Pun possibly intended, but sorta/kinda not). Because Hell is alone and lonely and a bit desperate for love and companionship and the only one he can trust for either of those things is his dog Cerberus. (The panel of Hell hugging Cerberus because no one else could ever love him is utterly heartbreaking.)

Meanwhile, standing right beside him – and occasionally in front defending him – is his bodyguard Elias. A man who tells Hell he’s being an absolute ‘bellend’ when he’s being an absolute brat, doesn’t take any shit, has no clue about fighting demons but sticks by Hell through thick and thin.

And it’s their story, the story of a lonely young man getting by on his wits and bravado, and a man just barely older using his size to cover up his soft heart, trying to be brave for each other while not revealing – or seeing – that they are so far gone for each other that nothing and no one can get between them.

Not even Hell’s obsessive, possessive ex who thinks that turning Elias into an actual monster will win back a Hell that he only thought he once  had – but never really knew. At all.

Escape Rating A-: I was charmed by the grumpy/sunshine relationship between Helianthus and Elias. That Hell is the literal sunshine in their relationship while Elias is the grump is deliciously ironic. And I was captivated by the slow build of the reluctant romance between the two.

The story exists on two levels almost all the time, but not in the same way. The story on the top is the action/chaos/hellraising/hellbeating story, where Hell seems to be the optimistic fool rushing in where angels fear to tread. But then he would because he’s half demon.

At the same time, as Elias observes, whatever Hell looks like or dresses like or sounds like or acts like, he’s out there working, for real, as a vigilante, exorcising demons and saving ordinary humans. He may play at being a thorough reprobate, but he’s clearly one of the ‘good guys’ if you look beneath the provocation and flamboyance.

Hidden in the artwork, however, is the true story of their growing relationship. No matter what either of them says – and Hell says a lot while Elias doesn’t say very much at all – every scene shows them looking towards each other for reassurance, for acceptance, and for a love that neither is brave enough to admit.

One of the terrific things about this format is that their eyes are telling a quiet romantic story while the lion’s share of each panel is showing a whole lot of action and danger even as the dialog delivers some truly epic banter to devastating effect.

In the end, this is a charming, steamy, romance AND a beautiful story about being loved and accepted for who you really are and not settling for anything less. I’m very happy I picked it up to reread – more thoroughly this time, and I’m looking forward to the author’s next, especially if I get to catch up with Elias and Hell and especially Cerberus – so that he can steal the show again!

A- #BookReview: Sorcerous Plates by Tao Wong

A- #BookReview: Sorcerous Plates by Tao WongSorcerous Plates (Hidden Dishes Book 4) by Tao Wong
Format: ebook
Source: purchased from Amazon
Formats available: paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: cozy fantasy, foodie fiction, urban fantasy
Series: Hidden Dishes #4
Pages: 174
Published by Starlit Publishing on January 1, 2026
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Even magical chefs have to eat...
For once, Mo Meng isn’t the one behind the counter. After years of serving dishes at the Nameless Restaurant, he’s taking a rare day off. His destination? The soft launch of a new restaurant, where he’s been invited to sample their debut menu.
At least, that was the plan. But while he might have left his restaurant behind, its patrons and their problems are a little harder to lose.
Sorcerous Plates is the fourth standalone novella in the cozy cooking fantasy series Hidden Dishes.Read this if you
🍲 Cozy, lighthearted fantasy🥢 A hidden restaurant in the heart of the city🍲 A reclusive chef with a secret touch🥢 Magical realism & gentle enchantments🍲 Heartwarming stories of friendship and hope🥢 Malaysian flavours, rich atmosphere, unforgettable meals🍲 Perfect for fans of warm, slice-of-life fantasy
From the bestselling author of The System Apocalypse and A Thousand Li comes Sorcerous Plates, a cozy cooking fantasy novella perfect for fans of Travis Baldree's Legends & Lattes and Junpei Inuzuka's Restaurant to Another World.

My Review:

The “sorcerous plates” in this fourth entry in the delicious Hidden Dishes series do not, for once, come from the kitchen of Mo Meng, the seemingly immortal mage who owns both the restaurant and chef’s hat at his hole-in-the-wall Toronto restaurant. A restaurant that is called “The Nameless Restaurant” because he never bothered, and can’t BE bothered, to name it.

He intended the restaurant as his “retirement” – or at least this particular phase of it, but his culinary bolt hole has turned into a foodie’s paradise, at least for every foodie in the Toronto area who can manage to find it.

The ordinary human customers tend not to return – the food may be divine but the ambiance is atrocious while the service is run off its feet. But for his intended clientele, the magic users and outright magical beings who live in the area, it’s a place where they can BE a bit more like themselves even if they can’t exactly show themselves, and where they can talk in safety about the issues that concern their hidden community.

Like the fact that magic is on the upswing and that their hidden community causes a bit more mayhem and is a bit less hidden every day.

The increase in business has been GREAT for the restaurant’s entirely human front-end manager, Kelly, even as the chef himself grumbles that it’s too crowded, that it’s too much trouble to train an assistant in the kitchen and that using too much magic to prepare the food is absolutely NOT the point of having the restaurant in the first place.

Because the hidden world is becoming more exposed, and magic seems to be returning with potentially chaotic consequences, this story takes place, not at the Nameless Restaurant, but at an invitation-only private event marking the pre-opening of a brand new Michelin Star restaurant in Toronto. Mo Meng has received an invitation because the chef running the much-anticipated new eatery is a former protégé of Mo Meng himself.

This story begins with an immortal mage, an old vampire, a chaotic jinn’s mage-assistant and the Nameless Restaurant’s entirely human front-of-house manager walking, not into a bar – because that would be a terrible joke – but into what food critics are claiming will be the latest Michelin Star restaurant in the city. As soon as all the critics and influencers post their experience on social media.

Under the cover of plates quietly clattering, silverware discreetly clanking, and glassware carefully clinking, Chef Mo Meng, Marilyn the vampire, Henry the jinn’s assistant and Kelly the wait staff have a quiet but far ranging conversation about the rise of upheaval in the hidden world, as well as their collective worries about the direction the situation will take from there.

That each chapter, and each intriguing bite of that conversation is conducted to the accompaniment by and description of each bite of each and every delicious course in an excellent meal turns this story into multiple levels of temptation.

Readers will wish they had their own seat at that table, to listen in on a fascinating explanation and exploration of the hidden world – and especially to have the opportunity to get their own fork into every dish!

Escape Rating A-: I love this series, and it’s especially good in audio, but I honestly didn’t have the patience to wait this time around. This was the book I wanted to read, and I wanted to read it as soon as it downloaded on New Year’s Day. This book, with its delicious descriptions and its delightful anticipation of the chaos and delights yet to come for the hidden world, felt like a perfect metaphor and was just simply a great story to start the year.

What’s surprising about this story is that it is told almost entirely in conversation. Not that the thoughts of the individual diners, particularly Mo Meng and Kelly, aren’t included, especially Kelly’s thoughts about how delicious everything is to a degree that’s more than enough to make the reader’s mouth water while sharing her anticipation and satisfaction. But that’s all part of the tease.

The movement of the story – ironic in a way because they are all sitting down most of the time – is in what they say to each other – and what they don’t say. We learn a lot about the hidden world (not enough, ever, but more) in the conversation between Mo Meng, Marilyn, and Henry, and we’re just as fascinated as Kelly.

There’s also an opportunity for Kelly to display some typically human perspectives and prejudices, and it’s thought-provoking to listen in as her short-term viewpoint is pitted against that of two people who have experienced centuries – and one who has paid the price to do the same in the future. Oceans rise, empires fall, circumstances and technology change but human behavior doesn’t.

The only thing keeping this an A- instead of an A is that it teases more than it tells – but then that’s true for the series as a whole. As always, I wish I had a bit more about the hidden world – then again, so does Kelly, so maybe both of our wishes will be granted at a later point.

The next book in the Hidden Dishes series will be titled Magical Mains according to the author’s note at the end of this book. In that same note, the author said that he is planning on two more books after that to bring the series to what I’m sure will be a delightfully and deliciously prepared conclusion. But this reader is glad that THAT day is not yet, because I love this series and will be sorry to see it end.

A+ #BookReview: Dance with Death by Will Thomas

A+ #BookReview: Dance with Death by Will ThomasDance with Death (Barker & Llewelyn, #12) by Will Thomas
Format: ebook
Source: purchased from Amazon
Formats available: hardcover, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: historical fiction, historical mystery
Series: Barker & Llewelyn #12
Pages: 320
Published by Minotaur Books on April 13, 2021
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London, 1893: Private enquiry agents Cyrus Barker and Thomas Llewelyn are called in to protect Tsesarevich Nicholas from nefarious forces as he travels to England for a royal wedding―in Dance with Death , the next mystery in Will Thomas’s beloved series.

In June of 1893, the future Nicholas II travels to London for a royal wedding, bringing with him his private security force and his ballerina mistress, Mathilde Kchessinska. Rumored to be the target of a professional assassin known only as La Sylphide, and the subject of conspiracies against his life by his own family who covet his future throne, Nicholas is protected by not only private security, but the professional forces of both England and Russia.

All of these measures prove inadequate when Prince George of England is attacked by an armed anarchist who mistakes him for Nicholas. As a result, Barker and Llewelyn are brought in to help track down the assassin and others who might conspire against the life of the tsesarevich . The investigations lead them down several paths, including Llewelyn's old nemesis, the assassin Sofia Ilyanova. With Barker and Llewelyn both surviving separate attempts on their lives, the race is on to find both the culprit and the assassin they hired. Taking them through high society (including a masked ball at Kensington Palace) and low, chasing down motives both personal and political, Barker and Llewelyn must solve the case of their life before the crime of the century is committed.

My Review:

The opening of this 12th entry in the marvelous Barker & Llewelyn series at first seems a bit, well, ‘out there’ even for the strange and dangerous places that Cyrus Barker and Thomas Llewelyn generally find themselves. Not that Barker doesn’t command every room he enters, but his ‘junior’ partner Thomas Llewelyn seems to still be taking each day a bit as it comes – even after a few years as Barker’s apprentice and a year as his actual partner in their private enquiry agency.

This case starts out far from their usual haunts and much too close to the halls of power – but from a direction that neither of them could have possibly expected. There’s a black man calling himself Jim Hercules in their office, with an obvious American accent, claiming to be a bodyguard for the heir to the Russian Empire, wanting to hire Cyrus Barker (and Thomas Llewelyn) to help him protect his protectee while the Tsarevich is in London for his cousin’s wedding. Even if that protection is mostly from plots by the Tsarevich’s own countrymen, whether back home in Russia or in exile in Britain. Or even among the members of his own entourage.

There’s no part of that that doesn’t stretch the bounds of Llewelyn’s incredulity. If it stretches some of Barker’s, well, Barker would NEVER let that kind of weakness show. Which doesn’t mean that Barker isn’t going to test the man’s bona fides in multiple directions. Including the possibility that young Nicolai might just get caught in the crossfire of protest against the outrageous costs of his cousin George’s wedding.

Photo of Tsar Nicholas II (left) and King George V (right). Berlin, 1913.

It’s even more possible considering that George (the future George V of Britain) and his cousin Nicholai (the future Nicholas II of Russia) look enough alike to be twins. (I had to look that one up because it seemed like a hell of a coincidence. But they really did look more than enough alike to be mistaken for one another – and shot at for it.)

Barker claims not to want the case. But he also claims not to want the peerage that his ladyfriend, the recently elevated Baroness Philippa Ashleigh, has arranged on his behalf. The latter may be true, but the former, not so much. Or not exactly. Barker is playing a long game between the Palace and the love of his life, trying to use the one to keep the other sweet in a way that he can reconcile his honor and his principles to.

All he has to do is help Jim Hercules keep the Tsarevich alive – and figure out who is really, truly trying to kill this feckless young man before he can take up a throne for which he is constitutionally unsuited, deliberately undereducated, underequipped and ill-prepared. Or at least stop it from happening on British soil while theoretically under British protection. Because the war that would bring to Britain’s doorstep is one that no one wants to think about.

That the young man in question doesn’t consider his own life to be at risk at all, and that he’s utterly unused to ever hearing the word “NO”, even when it’s very much for his own good, just makes Barker’s, Llewelyn’s and Hercules’ job that much harder.

That Nicholai’s would-be assassin is gunning for Thomas Llewelyn with even more fervor than is exhibited for the intended target just makes this case that much more fraught AND compelling. And does an excellent job of closing this case while prepping the reader for more adventures to come.

Escape Rating A+: I was hoping for exactly this reaction. The series has been calling my name for weeks and I kept putting it off because there were other things I knew that I ‘should’ read. (I hate the word ‘should’. It’s death to getting anything that is supposed to get done, done, that can be put off in any way, shape, or form. But I digress. Or procrastinate. Or both.)

In this “no time’s land” between Xmas and New Year’s, I was looking for a book that would be a ‘present’ for me to read, regardless of when it was published, where I got it, or any other consideration about picking something I ‘should’ read.

In other words, I was looking for a comfort read, I was reminded in Saturday’s Stacking the Shelves post that there was a new Barker & Llewelyn book on the horizon (For Services Rendered in AUGUST) and that I wasn’t nearly caught up yet, and, well, “Bob’s your uncle” – an idiom that would have been just coming into vogue in Britain when this 12th entry in the series takes place in 1893.

The Marriage of George, Duke of York, with Princess Mary of Teck, 6 July 1893 by Laurits Regner Tuxen, 1894

The historical events that underlie this entry in the series are based in historical fact. In 1893, the future George V’s marriage to Princess Mary of Teck was attended by an illustrious – and expensive – collection of the crowned heads of Europe and/or their heirs. Or, it could be said that the wedding was attended by the members of the bride’s and groom’s families because that amounted to the same thing.

Including the Tsarevich of Russia, George’s cousin, dear friend and near-twin, the future Nicholas II, who was then a mere 25 years old, naive, petulant, sheltered, undereducated for the role he was destined to inherit, and caught in the crossfire of his Russian cousins, the Grand Dukes, who for the most part believed they could do better at Nicholas’ future job than he would.

It’s possible that they were right. History certainly tells us where Nicholas went wrong. Or where things went wrong for him because he didn’t know enough, wasn’t educated enough, wasn’t intelligent enough to stem the tide of an already brewing revolution.

In 1893, when his bodyguard Jim Hercules hires Barker and Llewelyn (on behalf of one or more of Hercules’ own employers) to help him save Nicholas’s life. There has already been one assassination attempt – in Japan. It’s clear that there are vultures circling the Tsarevich, and that Nicholas can’t see that he’s in danger.

There’s also a great deal of documented protest in Britain about the sheer, over-the-top, expense of the royal wedding. Queen Victoria is obviously showing off for her peers and relations (one and the same) while her people are literally starving.

As if Nicholas didn’t have enough of his own people after his head, there are factions in Britain that would like to make an example of his look-a-like cousin George. The first assassination attempt, just as Barker and Llewelyn take the case, doesn’t seem to care which royal they shoot at.

Part of my fascination with this story was in just how close it hews to documented history. This could have happened. It all fits with known and recorded events both before and after. To the point where I kept trying to find out whether it did. Not with Barker and Llewelyn, of course (and dammit) but something extremely similar. If there is, I can’t find it, but it’s a reminder that absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. All the surrounding events did happen. And if something like this happened as well, it would have been thoroughly hushed up.

That verisimilitude, that possibility of this sliding into ‘real history’, much like Barker & Llewelyn’s insertion into the infamous Ripper investigation in Anatomy of Evil, added to my absorption in and by the investigation. (It’s hard to use enjoyment in reference to any examination of the Ripper case, but I was completely absorbed by the story. Likewise, as fascinating as Barker & Llewelyn’s participation in this story is, because history tells us what happened to Nicholas and his family joy isn’t quite the right word here, either. Let’s say that I was hooked by both stories.)

That closeness to the real history – and the poke into the Victorian era at a closer and much more realistic viewpoint – both invokes Sherlock Holmes because of the time period and the relationship between Barker & Llewelyn, and also has similarities to both the Sebastian St. Cyr and Wrexford & Sloane Regency mysteries in that they, too, look under the glitter of their era to expose the grit. Barker & Llewelyn’s increasing involved with the Crown and the functions of government (not the same thing exactly) also reminds me of the Charlotte and Thomas Pitt series. In other words, this series has good bones that I’m immensely fond of so I’m always happy to see how – and what –  Cyrus Barker and Thomas Llewelyn are up to this time.

So, as much as I look forward to new entries in those series, I now look forward just as eagerly to Barker & Llewelyn’s next adventures. I’m still catching up – and enjoying every single book of that catch-up – so my next foray in their late Victorian Era will be Fierce Poison, as soon as I carve out a day for the ‘round tuit’ to catch up to me.