April 2025 Reads

I started a one-week reading fast this today. While last month's book list was down considerably from March's numbers, you can see I'm still mainlining books, clearly as a way of avoiding our current reality, but also with the side effect of preventing me from getting anything else done. The reading fast is part of The Artist's Way program that I'm doing with my creativity group. I'm interpreting this fast as: no reading of books in any genre; extremely minimal news consumption; only reading emails that are important/personal (have already failed on this one today); not reading anything else online; and not listening to podcasts (I have a long-ish drive ahead of me this evening and an even longer one on Sunday, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to pull this last item off). Maybe cut back on TV. I'm hoping that by minimizing the number of other people's words coming into my head I'll perhaps start generating some of my own. In the meantime, here's what I read in April:

Poetry
The Path of Kindness: Poems of Connection and Joy. This is the second volume in the trilogy of poetry anthologies edited by James Crews. (I read the first one a few years ago and am working on the third now.) It's a wonderful collection about exactly what it says it's about--connection and joy--and it hit the spot perfectly in these troubled times.

Nonfiction
How to Read Nature. This quick, entertaining ready by Tristan Gooley is a great introduction to becoming more in touch with the natural world, from being aware of direction based on the sun, moon, and other signs to predicting the weather based on cloud types. It's a great reminder to put down the technology and pay attention to the world.

Made from this Earth: American Women and Nature. This book by Vera Norwood is absolutely my catnip--a study of early American women nature writers, naturalists, scientists, scientific illustrators, specimen collectors, and gardeners. It shows that women were more prevalent in these fields than we're given to believe by the histories written by men, while also delineating the barriers they faced, and the way that (as in so many other fields) professionalization pushed women, who were pioneers in some cases, aside in favor of males. It's absolutely fascinating, and I was introduced to so many naturey women I'd never heard of.

Fiction
The Gulf is a quirky novel about a young woman whose joke about starting a Christian-based writing school becomes a reality, and she gets caught in the middle of unscrupulous founders, a wishy-washy ex, and the students, some of whom she becomes close with, all while a hurricane is bearing down on the campus.

I continue my Paul Doiron jag with The Precipice and The Widowmaker, and I continue to enjoy the escapades of loose cannon game warden Mike Bowdich, while appreciating the character arc that he's on, continuing to grow and improve from one novel to the next, while sometimes relapsing into his old ways. I might have mentioned before that I'm surprised that Doiron can show his face in Maine, for the way he portrays it as a hellscape of drug dealers, gun nuts, and pedophiles. That there are occasional "stunning" or "gorgeous" women sprinkled among the degenerates whose hard luck stories lure Bowdich into going rogue seems nothing short of miraculous in this otherwise horror show of a state. (And for the record, that is not my experience of Maine.) Still, highly entertaining and tightly written page-turners.

And I found another Her Royal Spyness mystery by Rhys Bowen, On Her Majesty's Frightfully Secret Service. I do love a mystery with a spot of humor, and these never fail to deliver. I just read them as I find them in used bookstores, except for having begun with Volume 1, and it doesn't seem to matter too much.

I discovered a $2 hardcover section at the used bookstore, and the next two come from that shelf. First, I'd been on the fence about reading Girl on the Trail since it came out a few years ago--partly because I have a perverse aversion to anything popular and also it seems thrillers with "girl" in the title always end up being gratuitously violent. But I went for it, and I was hooked from page one and sped through this face-paced psychological thriller. And even though it is about violence against women, the women are not, in the end, helpless victims.

Last, speaking of hellscapes, Carl Hiassen paints a portrait of Florida that I'd think would make anyone who's not deranged want to stay away. I really enjoyed Squeeze Me, a story about a (once again) rogue former game warden turned animal control professional, a reclusive eco-warrior, the residents and hangers-on at the "Winter Whitehouse," plus various and sundry law enforcement officers and a whole lotta pythons. It fully reinforces all of my preexisting prejudices against that state. (And again, Does Hiassen require round-the-clock body guards to not be murdered by his fellow Floridians whom he paints as totally nuts?)

I'd gotten about halfway through the third book from the $2 shelf by the time this reading fast began, and while it started out pretty good, by about page 50 it got really boring and has continued so for about the next 80 or so pages, even though it's a NYT bestseller and well regarded and blah blah blah. I almost never intentionally quit reading a book, although sometimes I put one away on a shelf and forget about it. But this might be the be the one. After all, it only cost $2!