Monthly Archives: December 2025

Reading Statistics

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I posted up a summary of a decade of reading last year. I am not a spreadsheet person, nor did I make a graph but I did lay out the numbers. I averaged just a little over 22 books a year during that time. Pretty close to two per month.

This year I made it to 19 (20 if you count the one I’m reading right now because it will probably be done by the end of the week). All things considered, not a bad amount. The month to month has understandable gaps, and some of the selections I made were decidedly shorter than others, but they were still books and they still counted as reading.

If I stated some kind of goal or set out to specifically read any number of books for the coming year I think that would turn something enjoyable and relaxing into work. As if I just had to get to that next or last book to make a quota. I do things like that (personal goals that mean nothing to anyone other than the voices in my head) but I think for relaxation time it would become a problem.

I’m pretty sure I’ll hit 11 in the coming year, as that’s how many meetings of Watch The Skies we’ll have and we pick a book each month, but beyond that I just hope the book selections I get will be really good stories. I want to have a book that I sneak a peek into while I’m on a break at work. I want a story that inspires me to go and create fan art for it. That’s the sign of a good year of books in my mind.

How did your year of reading go?

An Anniversary

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Today, the 28th of December, is the anniversary of The Pretend Blog. No, it wasn’t always on my own website – it took time to reach that level of understanding and commitment. I’m sure the Live Journal stuff is still out there, I’m just not sure who owns it now and that’s part of why I moved to my own site.


I’ve been writing here and posting whatever I feel like for years now. As I said at the very start, I do this because it’s a thing I want, not a thing that is required in some way. I try to post things on the regular, but that has never been my strong suit. My writing is mercurial and moody on a good day. That’s one of the biggest reasons why I don’t believe I could make it as a freelance writer. I’ve gone weeks without the ‘mood’ moving me to write. That’s fine when the day job fills that space and a paycheck still comes in. Not so good when getting said paycheck means slapping words onto a page… or piling up some pixels.

The Pretend Blog is going to continue. I intend to maintain it as long as I am able. I want there to be a place that is controlled by me. What I post here is mine. No, I still don’t know anything about making my web spot fancy. Yes, the colors should be better and an actual graphic artist should have done my site picture… but that’s just it. What is here is mine. My good stuff, my ugly stuff, all of it.

I’m hoping to have a more consistent presence here, but I’ve said that in the past and it hasn’t happened. I need to be real with myself and just keep posting as I go and putting the things I want up here. Yes, some of the things will age well. No, some of what’s up here won’t age well. People can grow and change and become better than they were. For better or worse, I’m going to continue to pretend people read my blog.

Quiet

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It’s the quiet times that get you.

Everyone has significant concern about the mental health of others during the holiday season. I get that to a certain degree. Times of celebration when you’re not feeling the least bit happy. Seeing people when that sounds like the most soul consuming thing possible. I understand this now more than ever. The thing is, it’s not the hustle and bustle or the crowds or the music that are really the issue. The issue is the quiet.

My daughter went out with friends tonight. No work tomorrow, time to go and catch up and celebrate a little. See a movie they’ve wanted to catch or a concert or something. I absolutely approve.

That leaves me here, in the quiet.

Quiet is the dangerous part. It’s when you’re not interested in watching anything or reading anything or listening to some podcast or interview or sports report. There’s so much noise and nothing that has anything that makes me want to pay attention. It’s empty and they know it as much as I do, and media is desperate to keep us hooked. So I shut it all off.

Stillness, dim lights and lots of time to think. To remember. To cry again.

I have one small advantage. I remember that Rebecca was absolutely NOT a fan of the Christmas season. She actually kind of hated it because it meant that all her “we put the fun in dysfunctional” family was getting together again and something bad was likely to happen. She used to volunteer to take holiday shifts at work for other people and did her level best to avoid the whole thing. She didn’t want to join my family for the holiday either, but did so to avoid making things awkward.

So, many years ago, Beck and I set out to create our own traditions. We decided on the things that would be important to us about our holiday and what we were going to do. We would order Chinese take-out on Christmas eve. We would watch The Grinch, Charlie Brown’s Christmas and maybe Frosty if we had the time (after all, much like Professor Hinkle, we were busy, busy, busy). We made up a theme for our tree so that no two years would be the same. It was glorious.

This year would have been our 28th (I think, the accounting is fuzzy at this point) tree, but Beck isn’t here to see it. That’s the sort of thing that sneaks in during the quiet times and punches you in the feelings. That’s when the quiet gets you.

My daughter and I decided that it was important to continue all these traditions this year and in honor of Beck we decorated our tree in the same colors as the Bisexual pride flag. We won’t be alone here either. Friends help. Here it is in all its unbalanced glory. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, to all others, have a safe, joy filled and wonderful holiday season whatever you celebrate.

Old Man Indeed

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The first time I read “Old Man’s War” was back in 2009. I checked the date on Goodreads… and I suspect I was lucky because I don’t think I started posting books there much earlier than that (although it’s shocking to me that I’ve been posting to Goodreads for 16+ years at this point).

I had a very positive review at the time and it was very focused on the action. I complained about the 150ish pages of set up.

I saw that the latest in that series was published a couple of months ago. It’s the seventh! book in the series – he must be doing something right. I thought I’d dive back into the series and see about cruising through a nice space opera with some action and plenty of fun stuff to read. I picked up a new copy (e-reader this time partly for convenience and partly because I coudln’t find the other one) and dove in.

To carry forward the diving analogy… I dove into the shallow part of the pool and it didn’t end the way I thought it would.

The part I didn’t remember was the basis of these stories is that the military uses old people. The ‘magic/science’ allows all the knowledge and experience to be swapped into a new, supercharged body that is built to fight. That also means the characters in the stories have a ton of life they have lived… and lost.

The book opens with the main character visiting the grave of the woman he’d been married to for decades who died after having a massive stroke.

That just crushed me. I had to stop almost as soon as I started.

When you read a book matters so much. All the other parts, the style, the characters, the plot are the core but the timing is everything. Back in ’09 I gave no thought to what that meant. I wanted to push past all that ‘old man’ part and get to the war part. Well, here we are 16 years later and the ‘old man’ part is intensely difficult to read. I did finish the reread of this one. The book is still good, but it’s not the same excitement driving work that I read earlier in my life.

I still like the book. I’m not nearly as enthusiastic as I was. I struggled with the main character seeing his wife so clearly in others in so many places. I see the found spirit part but I don’t think I believe it. Maybe if I read this again in a decade or so it might be different, but I don’t think I’m going any further with the series right now (or maybe ever). We’ll see how the timing works out in the future.

Book Review Catchup Post

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Keeping up with things lately has not been easy. It was never “easy” but less so in recent months. I hadn’t actually stopped reading, I just haven’t had the emotional space to write down reviews of books I’ve finished. There are a handful that I’d like to track, so I’ve added them to Goodreads. I’m not going to try to link each of them individually here, nor will I have deep reviews for all of them but I did want to land them where I can track them.

Assassin’s Quest (The Farseer Trilogy, #3) by Robin Hobb (3 stars)

I pushed through and finished the series. I can say I ‘liked it’ but I did not love it. It ended, but somehow it just didn’t feel right to me. I’m glad I finished the series.

Black Sun (Between Earth and Sky, #1) by Rebecca Roanhorse (4 stars)

It was really good to see a fantasy work set in something NOT medieval Europe. It’s well done and I will likely pick up the next book in the series.

Fevered Star (Between Earth and Sky, #2) by Rebecca Roanhorse (3 stars)

I continue to like the concept of non-Europe based fantasy. This book was good and the characters continued to be solid, but when I hit the end I just didn’t have the same drive to get to the next book. We’ll see if I wrap it up at some point.

The Book That Wouldn’t Burn (The Library Trilogy, #1) by Mark Lawrence (2 stars)

There was a lot of potential here and I was really drawn in at the start. The longer I read, the more I was hoping for certain things and not getting them… then things just got weird. That’s good – weird is good – it just wasn’t weird that worked for me.

Glory Road by Robert A. Heinlein (1 star)

I realize there are a lot of fans out there that will not like a one star review for this classic. There are some I have spoken to who read this in their youth and remember it fondly. There are some who continue to reread this as a ‘true classic’ that they really enjoy.

I didn’t read this as a youth, and reading it now with a more modern view… didn’t do it any favors. I suspect if I had picked this up when I was 14 I would consider it one of the best ever. Looking at it now? It is dated, male-centric and just not the exciting adventure everyone seems to think it is… at least not to me. I didn’t even make it to the end.

Even Though I Knew the End by C.L. Polk (3 stars)

A wizard private investigator in Chicago on the outs with the official wizarding organization…

I really had to struggle past the direct comparison to Harry Dresden as a starting point. It’s likely not fair, but it’s definitely something people will see right away.

I am not a fan of Supernatural (TV series) but others have told me there is a heavy influence in the book for that as well.

In the end I read the whole thing rather quickly. I struggled with the ending, but then it was as advertised in the title… even though I knew the end.

The Spellshop (Spellshop, #1) by Sarah Beth Durst (4 stars)

This book is exactly the warm, relaxing cup of hot chocolate the author wanted it to be. Charming characters, low stakes (that seem more so) and lots of positive thoughts. If you’re looking for a cozy, I absolutely recommend this.

The Enchanted Greenhouse by Sarah Beth Durst

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I liked this story as much as I liked the first book. There is an attachment, but not nearly as much as I thought there might be, to the first book but this definitely stands on its own.

I will say that when I finished this, directly on the heels of the first one I may have felt like I’d eaten too many sweets. Even saying that, if you’re looking for a cozy, this is also on the recommended list.



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