The Best Book I Read This Month: Firekeeper’s Daughter by Angeline Boulley

The best book I read this month is a compelling Young Adult novel by Angeline Boulley. Firekeeper’s Daughter follows 18-year-old Daunis Fontaine as she tries to make sense of family and community tragedies.

I don’t usually read Young Adult books—I am the opposite of their target audience—but the dramatic cover grabbed me and I’d heard from others what an incredible read it was. They were right.

Daunis is mixed-race—white and Anishinaabe—and her life straddles both cultures. When meth infiltrates her community, she finds herself drawn into an FBI investigation, one that makes her question the people in her life.

Daunis is fierce and determined; her loyalty to her friends is both her strength and her weakness. Ultimately, she needs to draw on both of her cultures to find the answers she needs.

I really liked Daunis as a main character, but I LOVED being immersed in Anishinaabe culture. I want to read more stories with Anishinaabe characters, more that involve Anishinaabe culture, more by Anishinaabe authors like Angeline Boulley.

The Best Book I Read This Month: Johanna Porter Is Not Sorry by Sara Read

The best book I read this month was a rollicking read about a middle-aged woman reclaiming her life. Seriously, Sara Read’s Johanna Porter Is Not Sorry was a RIDE. Like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. Twists, turns, close calls, near misses, highs, lows—this story has it all.

Johanna Porter is the divorced mother of a spirited teenage girl. She was once the lover and muse of a famous painter—as well as a promising artist herself. These days, she’s the art teacher at her daughter’s school. When the famous painter comes to town, Johanna is talked into attending his show, where she sees his most renowned painting of her on display. Impulsively, she steals the painting.

What follows is a cat-and-mouse journey of self-discovery that changes Johanna’s relationship with herself, her daughter, and others.

I could not put this down. I found it a thoroughly enjoyable read, with one particular twist that surprised and amazed me.

The Best Book I Read This Month: The Burning Girls by C.J. Tudor

The best book I read this month is one of the most complex stories that I’ve read in a long time. C.J. Tudor’s The Burning Girls weaves together multiple mysteries in a compelling way.

The main storyline follows Reverend Jack Brooks and her daughter as they try to make a new life in a small town. Brooks was assigned to this town after a tragedy on her old parish, but instead of peace in her new post, she lands in the middle of small town politics, an unsolved disappearance of two teenage girls, and questions about the death of a former priest. Oh, and someone is stalking her. It’s a lot of plot lines to manage, and Tudor does so brilliantly. Some twists and turns I figured out ahead of time, but others came as a surprise—always a good characteristic to have in a mystery.

The Best Book I Read This Month: The Book of Cold Cases by Simone St. James

The best book I read this month was the latest by Simone St. James. St. James has become an auto-buy author for me. The Sun Down Motel blew me away. Broken Girls broke my heart. And while The Book of Cold Cases didn’t have the same powerful effect on me, it did capture my attention and hold my interest.

Like St. James’s other books, The Book of Cold Cases is part mystery, part ghost story. A small town socialite has long been the suspect in a 1970s murder spree. In 2017, a crime blogger sets out to find the truth of what happened. The story is told in dual timelines, so we get both perspectives—the socialite and the crime blogger, the past and the present.

Maybe because I am familiar with St. James’s work, I saw the twist coming and accurately predicted a couple of other plot points, but I still thoroughly enjoyed the ride. I found Beth, the socialite, an interesting and complex character, and I enjoyed the layers of her story more than crime blogger Shea’s.

I don’t know if this is a book I would want to read again, but I am glad I was able to escape into it for a while.

Poodle Promises

I met a 22-year old poodle this week, and he gave me hope.

Let me explain.

Benji

<—This is Benji. He was the first dog that was only mine. I adopted him when he was 6 months old, after he’d been abandoned and passed around so much that he became permanently scarred for life. I promised I would never abandon him, and I didn’t. After years of illness, he crossed the Rainbow Bridge at 16 1/2. I was heartbroken.

Six months after I lost Benji, I adopted Duncan. In some ways, Duncan has turned out to be more my soul dog than Benji ever was. Like me, he’s an introvert, an observer. He too was abandoned, found in an open field during a polar vortex winter. I adopted him a couple of months later, and I made him the same promise I made Benji: I will never abandon you. At the time, Duncan was almost completely shut down. It’s taken time, but finally, in the last few years, he’s started to show his personality. It turns out, he’s a funny little man.

When I adopted Duncan, I was still grieving Benji. Duncan was 7 1/2 when I got him, and I knew I would have fewer years with him than I had with Benji. So I asked Duncan to make me a promise: stay with me for 8 years.

Duncan

It’s a promise he seems to be keeping. Duncan is now 14. He’s in perfect health; the vet said he’s the healthiest 14-year-old she’s ever seen. In the back of my mind, though, I’ve known we’re approaching that eight year mark, that my time with him is likely winding down.

Enter Cooper, the 22-year-old poodle.

There’s no question Cooper is an old man. In fact, he’s the oldest living poodle I’ve ever met. He has clearly been loved and cared for, like Duncan is. And it hit me: if Cooper can live to be 22, so can Duncan.

So I came home after meeting Cooper the Elder and asked Duncan for a new promise: stay with me until you’re 22.

So far, he hasn’t said no.