This is a sad, frustrating, yet compassionate story. In this book, is the main villain (I was going to write "antagonist", but villain is more appropriate) is alcohol that seduces and creates monstrous behaviour sympathetic characters.
Although Agnes seems to be the main character, this is Shuggie's story. He is our anti-hero. For most of the story, Shuggie is a child trying to survive the hardships of poverty in Glasgow without an adult's guidance to help. It is Shuggie who has to take care of his alcoholic mother once his father abandons the family for another woman.
Agnes is both beautiful and ugly. She leaves her first husband, "The Catholic", the father of her first two children, to marry a taxi driver by the name of Hugh Bain and soon after gives birth to Shuggie.
I felt NO sympathy for Agnes for most of the book; I thought it was her vanity more than her addiction that led to her make the stupid, selfish decisions that jeopardized her life and the life of her children…until I came across this quote "She loved [Hugh], and he had needed to break her completely to leave her for good. Agnes Bain was too rare a thing to let someone else love. It would do to leave pieces of her for another man to collect and repair later." To me, the cruelty and selfishness of Hugh outweighed Agnes's weakness.
Like I mentioned earlier, though, this is Shuggie's story. His heartbreak over his mother, his father's treatment, and his confusion about his sexuality make him a genuinely sympathetic character.
I thought about Shuggie long after I finished reading.
The Pull of the Stars by Emma Donoghue
“…that’s what influenza means, she said. Influenza delle stelle- the influence of the stars. Medieval Italians thought the illness proved that the havens were governing their fates, that people were quite literally star-crossed.” (pg 147).
The Pull of the Stars is a novel that takes place over 3 days in a “Maternity/Fever” ward at St. Lukes hospital in Dublin, Ireland. It’s 1918, and the Spanish flu has grabbed hold of the country, leaving death and sorrow.
Our main character is Julia Power, the lone nurse on the ward tending to incredibly sick women who are about to give birth. Thankfully Julia is joined by Birdie Sweeney, a volunteer who, although incredibly naive about how the human body functions, is brave and tireless and a quick study who proves her usefulness.
The story centres around three patients who will eventually give birth while suffering from the ravages of influenza. True to life, each delivery is be different, resulting in different outcomes for both mother and child.
As if by some miracle, Julia and Birdie are eventually guided by Dr Kathleen Lynn, a member of the Irish Citizen Army wanted by the police.
Dr Lynn is my favourite character. We only get glimmers of her back story, but I was mesmerized by her words and actions. She was brave, confident and ultimately, a woman who knows who she was and what she stood for and, interestedly enough based on a REAL Dr. Lynn who practiced medicine in Ireland.
Be warned that the author does not hold back when describing complicated childbirth and other traumatic medical procedures. It is a gory story.
The Pull of the Stars is a bloody read with strong female characters…my favourite kind of book.
Memory as Metaphor
Memory is a funny thing.
Multi-metaphorical.
It’s like a tiny alligator. Lurking in shallow water leisurely swimming by moving it’s tail. You wade tentatively in life feeling warmth and security. Going further out and away. When suddenly it grabs your ankle in it’s sharp pointy teeth reminding you it’s there. And then leaving little pointed pricks in your skin.
Prickly, pint points of blood. Distracting reminders.
Or it’s like a shroud that falls over you when you’re going about your business. In the middle of routine. And suddenly a smell or a taste or an image will act the trigger release of a safety catch. Letting drop a black and suffocating shroud. That settles on you for an hour, or a day, or sometimes a week.
Until you’re destracted by an occurrence or
a conversation or
a making of another memory that will not take it’s place but rather act as a distraction. Strong enough to put shreds in that shroud.
At times its like a Tuesday bruise on your knee on Thursday. Not as sore and tender to the touch as the day you received it, but now dark and purple and obvious when you lift your pant leg to view it. Only to cover it up again. Then have it glare at you in the face when you’re in the tub, knees popping up through the bubbles reminding you that you fell.
A small injustice or failure.
And every once in a while it’s like a little spot of sunshine that moves about a room. You have to consciously see it. Move towards it. Plant yourself in it so that you can have it warm you. If even for a little while.
Like a cat.
Until it’s time to move on and out of the sunshine
and back into the momentum of life.
Only to experience new alligators, shrouds, bruises
and blessed patches of sunshine.
All Things Cease to Appear by Elizabeth Brundage

Over the last year, I have been attracted to gothic mysteries and crime novels. Sometimes I google the genres I’m interested in to see what pops up on the screen. So when I typed “mystery gothic crime novels”, Elizabeth Brundage’s novel came up.
What I thought would be an easy, quick, pulp fiction read turned out to be one that was so incredibly well written. I immediately made Brundage my new favourite author.
The novel starts off with the central crime, a gruesome murder of a young mother (not a spoiler; it happens in the first chapter). The story then proceeds to flashback to introduce and develop the characters directly and indirectly affected by her death.
The little town of “Chosen” has 2 types of residents: those who have always lived there struggling to make a living from a depressive economy filled with bankruptcy and alcoholism, and those with money and education who have moved to Chosen to because of its proximity to the neighbouring university. Needless to say, this diversity leads to all sorts of interesting interactions between residents.
As with most good stories, I loved some of the characters and hated others. Even though the story is centred around the actions of a psychopath, it is also a story about family, strength and redemption.
This novel is definitely one of my favourite of the year so far.
Word Problems poem by Ian Williams

Word Problems poems by Ian Williams
I was really apprehensive about responding to poetry. I don’t read a lot of poetry, I’m not sure why. I guess it’s because I don’t feel “qualified” to talk about it. That being said, one of my 2021 reading goals is to read more poetry and therefore my first choice this year had been Ian Williams Word Problem Poems.
Williams juxtaposes serious topics such as racial discrimination and mental illness against elementary school math problems and language arts “rules”. This approach leads me, as an educator, to reflect upon what is integral to my teaching; that I should be spending more time discussing timely and impactful societal issues rather than solving for x or making sure students use proper subject-verb agreement.
Williams’s poems offer an intimate view into the mind of a black man. Free -verse, creative and experimental, and intimidating (honestly I don’t even know what words to use to describe my response) but tremendously thought-provoking.
Always one for experimentalism and creativity, I really enjoyed and appreciated deliberate choice in format and typography for each poem. The shapes, in and of themselves, lead to another level of interpretation of the meaning of the poem.
So, if you’re tentative about adding poetry to your reading list “Word Problems” will be an engaging addition.
D (A Tale of Two Worlds)
by Michel Faber
Apparently, this novel was written to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the death of Charles Dickens. . As such, Michel Faber wonderfully inserts little allusions to various novels written by Dickens. (ie. Beak House, Magwhich) If you’re looking for a good read-aloud for junior high D (A Tale of Two Worlds) is absolutely delightful and you don’t have read any novels by Charles Dickens to enjoy this novel.
Our main character, Dhikilo, is originally from Somaliland. She does not know her birth parents and was adopted by an English couple. Dhikilo has friends, but she has never felt she belonged. It could have been because of the colour of her skin, It could have been because she was adopted, and it could have been because of the uniqueness of her name.
One day all the “ds” begin to disappear from the world. She noticed the missing Ds first from the newspaper her father is reading then next from her mother’s speech. On her way to school, she notices Ds missing from all the signs, from all the books, and from all conversation. During this confusing time of D’s disappearance, Dhikilo’s favourite teacher, Professor Dodderfield, dies and she feels compelled to go to the funeral…..but she discovers this teacher isn’t really dead! Instead, Professor Dodderfield sends her to a magical world Liminus (with his Dog Mrs Robinson who turns into a sphinx at a whim) to stop the disappearance of the Ds.
From here on in Dhikilo and Mrs. Robinson encounter a variety of interesting characters and creatures on their way to confront the Great Gamp who seems to be the one who is stealing all the Ds by using glittering dragonflies.
“one careless insect lost its grip and the shining piece fell to the ground…it was already dissolving into the snow but it stilled glowed. Dhikilo knelt down.. and touched the disintegrating D with her bare fingertips. Immediately, she had a vivid mental picture-like a film projected straight into her brain- of a camel. A camel with one hump. A dromedary. Then the D shriveled into nothing and the vision of the dromedary faded from her imagination” pg 104.
This is a wonderful novel the teach descriptive writing (the Magwitches with long dirty straggly hair the colour of the stuff you take out of the vacuum cleaner” 107-108)
It is also a novel that can be used to discuss the themes of prejudice, strength, family, courage and friendship.
So if you are looking for a fantasy novel to read D (a Tale of Two Worlds) is a short, easily accessible and highly entertaining novel to chose.
Books That Teach Empathy
This week I felt compelled to compile a list of book titles that can be used to teach empathy. Before I share this list with librarians and teachers in my district I wanted to share my motivation for doing so…
It is challenging being a teacher when traumatic events unfold. I taught 12th grade English during 911, and I had 18-year-old students worrying they would be drafted to fight in World War III. Hamlet had to wait. We had to talk. I had to listen and try to help them make sense of the madness. It was heartbreaking. Now with the act of domestic terrorism that took place in Washington last week, I am reminded of how important a teacher’s role is when our students are abruptly faced with the repercussions of cruelty and intolerance and our need to make them feel safe.
Now, as an instructional coach, I do not have a class or my own, so I was spared the conversations and fears that could have taken place. Instead, I took to Twitter. Not only did I want to witness the events happening in real-time, but I also wanted to see how teachers were navigating the upheaval. I was getting my news minute by minute, which is both a wonder of social media and a scourge. Soon I began noticing tweets from teachers asking others how they would approach this current event with their students the next day. The overwhelming consensus was to approach it gently but truthfully. Teachers came together to support one another by both sharing resources and offering suggestions of approach. The networking was wonderful to witness, and every educator on my feed seemed to present the hope that they could promote positive change in their classroom (online and otherwise) and that the children they teach are well on their way to being positive, responsible citizens.
We live in Canada, but I know that an undercurrent of the same hatred and intolerance exists. I can’t help but wonder if it is too late to foster a sense of empathy and tolerance in young people. What can we do as educators to help foster a sense of empathy and inclusion in young people? Well, there is one little thing we can do, it’s the simple act of reading. Read yourself. Get kids to read. Read to kids. Studies have shown that reading fiction can increase a sense of empathy because it forces the reader to live through the eyes of a narrator or a character (Hammond 2019) helping us better understand and cooperate with others (Kaplan 2016.)
Obviously, reading cannot serve as a bandaid for systemic racism or political unrest. Still, it can be the baby step we need towards fostering kindness and acceptance in those we teach.
Here is a list of books with direct links that may help in fostering a sense of empathy in individuals whether they be our students, our children or ourselves. At the end of this list are websites citing research supporting how reading builds empathy.
Please feel free to share any titles you have as well!
(I’ve “guestimated” division suitability but you can professionally determine what book would suit your kiddos).
Division 1-2- 3
Last Stop on Market Street by Matt De La Pena
Those Shoes by Maribeth Boelts and Noah Z. Jones
You, Me and Empathy by Jayneen Sanders and Sofia Cardoso
Most People by Micheal Lennah and J. E. Morris
The Invisible Boy by Trudy Ludwig and Patrice
All are Welcome by Alexandra Penfold and Suzanne Kaufman
Save Me a Seat by Sarah Weeks and Gita Varadarajan
Every book from Kathryn Otoshi
I am Enough by Grace Byers and Keturah A. Bobo
Enemy Pie by Derek Munson and Tara King
A Sick Day for Amos McGee by Philip C. Stead and Erin E. Stead
I Walk with Vanessa by Kerascoet
Just Feel by Mallika Chopra
Come with Me by Holly M. McGhee and Pascal Lemaitre
How to be a Lion by Ed Vere
Adrian Simcox Does Not Have a Horse by Marcy Camp[bell and Corrina Luyken
Each Kindness and The Other Side by Jacqueline Woodson and E.B. Lewis
Peace is an Offering by Annette LeBox and Stephanie Graegin
Not My Idea by Anatasia Higginbotham
The Front Desk by Kelly Yang
Nicky and Vera by Peter Sis
Division 3-4
Other Words for Home by Jasmine Warga
New Kid by Jerry Craft
Ghost Boys by Jewell Parker Rhodes
The Star Outside my Window by Onjali Q. Rauf
I Am Alfonso Jones By Tony Medina
Illegal by Eoin Colfer
The Librarian of Auschwitz by Lilit Thwaites and Antonio Iturbe
Jr/Sr High div 4
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid
There There by Tommy Orange
So you Want to Talk about Race by Ijeoma Oluo
Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi
A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi
This is my America by Kim Johnson
You’re Welcome Universe by Whitney Gardner
So you Want to Talk about Race by Ijeoma Oluo
Do Better by Rachel Ricketts
Tell me Who You Are by Winona Guo and Priya Vulchi
The Removed by Brandon Hobson
Word Problems by Ian Williams
Websites
Hammond, Claudia.(2019, June 2). Does Reading Fiction Make Us Better People? BBC Future. https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20190523-does-reading-fiction-make-us-better-people
Kaplan, Sarah.(2016, July,22.) Does Reading Fiction Make You a Better Person? The Washington Post. https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/speaking-of-science/wp/2016/07/22/does-reading-fiction-make-you-a-better-person/
Schmidt, Megan. (2020, August, 28). How Reading Fiction Increases Empathy and Encourages Understanding. Discover Magazine. https://www.discovermagazine.com/mind/how-reading-fiction-increases-empathy-and-encourages-understanding
Seifert, Christine.(2020, March 6.) The Case for Reading Fiction. Harvard Business Review. https://hbr.org/2020/03/the-case-for-reading-fiction
Reflecting on 2020 and setting goals for 2021
Welcome, 2021!
Last week I reflected on my year of reading. The titles, the genres, the authors. Around March last year, I had to take the reality of my “COVID mindset” and my inability to focus into consideration and set a milestone much lower than I usually do at 50 books. As an English teacher and book blogger, this felt like a failure. This year, however, I am confident I can air higher than 50 soooooo I’m thinking 60?
So, what have I learned about myself as a reader?
- I read more non-fiction (yay one of the goals I DID meet)
- General fiction made up the bulk of my titles (mostly mystery and fantasy)
- I included graphic novels.
- A handful of audiobooks made my list (mostly non-fiction)
Favourites?
fiction- Mexican Gothic (review to come) by Silvia Moreno Garcia
non-fiction- The Heart and Other Monsters by Rose Anderson
audible- Catch and Kill by Ronan Farrow
YA- Legendborn by Tracy Deonon
Graphic novel: Long Way Down based on the novel by Jason Reynolds artist Danica Novgorodoff
Fantasy: The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo(review to come)
Reading goals for 2021
- 60 titles
- Increase Science fiction and poetry.
I need your help, my fellow book addicts, please send me titles of your favourite Science fiction reads and poetry books (preferably contemporary!!!
What was your favourite read of 2020? What are your goals for 2021
Happy reading!
Rabbit Foot Bill by Helen Humphreys

Truth be told I picked up this book because my mother’s side of the family comes from Saskatchewan, and years ago my mother taught in Weyburn. She had lots of teaching stories to share but I don’t ever remember her telling me about the mental hospital.
Leonard’s is our protagonist. Leonard’s only friend in the world is Bill an older man who lives on the fringes of society and makes lucky rabbit foot chains for those who would be so inclined to buy them. Lenard was only a boy when he witnesses Bill murder the town bully with a pair of garden shears. An experience that would traumatize anyone. But interestingly enough Lenorad’s response to the murder was similar to the murderer’s itself the; victim “had it coming to him.”
I’ve read several reviews of this novel and some reviewers have complained that the characters are flat and the plot is underdeveloped. This is not my view. Maybe because of my interest in the setting and its connection to my mother or maybe because I think the author’s intent was to portray a story of redemption. We didn’t have to know every fact about Leonards’s life or every fact of Bill’s life. We just need to know the bits and pieces that led to Leonard loving himself.
Bill is arrested and Leonard grows up and becomes a psychiatrist. This is where Weyburn comes in. Leonard is hired on at the Weyburn Mental Hospital and is surprised and relieved to see that Bill is not in prison but rather an inmate of the asylum.
We soon realize that Leonard has a dangerous fascination with Bill. He claims to want to understand what led Bill to murder, but we soon realize that Leonard’s friendship was more complicated and disturbing than we first were led to believe. As a psychiatrist is Leonard is drawn to Bill because he wanted to figure out his own fascination with the outcast or is it because he wants to pursue the relationship they had once formed all those years ago?
Humphries has stated that the novel is “about people trying to fix themselves”. I came away thinking it was also a novel about self-discovery and forgiveness. Pretty deep themes for such a short read.
It is also a novel that is informative it brings to life a time in Canadian Health care that is not often acknowledged. A time when children were placed in mental institutions because there were “too many mouths to feed” or if they seemed “slow”. It was also a time when psychiatrists took LSD along with their patients. In fact, the true history of the Weyburn mental hospital is pretty fascinating. According to Atlas Obscura, it was an institution where cutting edge treatments and psychiatric drug research happened. It was where the term “psychedelic” was first coined AND the CIA was interested in its LSD research as potential use in truth serums.
If you’re looking to increase your exposure to Canadian literature “Rabbit Foot Bill” is a great novel to add. I would also add this novel to a High School novel study or make part of an in class book collection.
Purging in Purgatory
You know that place you sometimes go where you feel all itchy and unsettled inside. Like you don’t know if you should go out and run a mile
or just sit down on the floor in a puddle and try to cry?
You’re feeling something but you can’t quite name it? You’re not happy, you’re not sad, but somewhere in between and it’s definitely not content. You’re just feeling displaced and well,
feeling as though you’re visiting purgatory.
I visit the purgatory, in no way under my own volition, whenever get a little stressed or feel slightly out of control. And when I’m here, I feel the need to clean my house. To be the mistress of my domain. Participate in something, even if it’s something as insignificant as washing my kitchen floor, and feel as though I’ve facilitated change.
Accomplished something tangible.
Completed a task.
Success I can see.
When I linger in this purgatorial emotional space for a bit longer than usual, I start purging. But unlike Dante’s purgatory where time is spent purging sin, I purge articles and objects I’ve accumulated. I toss out plants that annoy me for needing more than water to survive. I pack up and donate clothing to the Salvation army (in one purging zeal, when I concluded that I had far too many black boots, I threw out several pairs, unintentionally including an expensive pair I had bought a month before…Now I’m a more discerning purger).
I will determine who, er I mean what will stay and what will stay within the walls of my sanctuary and what will go.
Today, frighteningly enough, I even tippy-toed my fingers through my three bookcases in an attempt to weed my library (almost two-hundred volumes) settling on only two that I could part with. So I must not be too far past the threshold of purgatory to feel compelled to part with my beloved books.
Fortunately (unfortunately?) I don’t visit this “purgatory” very often. At least not often enough to keep on top of a collection of shoes and magazines and club soda cans that accumulate at a rapid rate in my home.
But when I do, the mindless organizing
and tossing
and cleaning
takes my mind off the unsettledness inside and as an end result I have a spotless abode free of some clutter,
and a mind blessedly free of a bit of clutter as well
if only for a little while.
Shards of Bare Mute Blackness

I keep journals. Journals possessing emotional streams of consciousness. Travel journals. Journals that read as an itemization of my day. Journals with ideas and impressions from anything and everything. But I also have a journal filled with quotes. Quotes from novels. Lines from poems. Dialogue from movies. Chains of words I find especially poignant and sometimes beautiful in their conciseness or imagery. One such quote comes from Brian Morton’s novel Starting Out in the Evening:
The world, the human world, is bound together not by protons and electrons, but by stories. Nothing has meaning in itself: all the objects in the world would be shards of bare mute blackness, spinning wildly out of orbit, if we didn’t bind them together with stories. – Brian Morton
Stories are inextricably a human thing. We are entertained by them. We are lulled to sleep by them. From them we not only learn about others, but more importantly we learn about ourselves.
Living a life that serves as a basis for our own stories.
My fear is that young people are indifferently coasting through life with no stories of their own to tell. That families aren’t sharing anecdotes about growing up. That there are no more tales starting with “when I was your age” told around the supper table:
“What did you do today young man?”
“I dunno. Played my video game.”
“What else did you do?”
“Nothin”.
“Nothing? You must have done something else.”
“I dunno. I can’t remember”.
What if we looked at each day as a story to be told? Would the sky be bluer? Would the people we work with be more interesting to behold? Would what we say be more scintillating?
Everyone should go someplace somewhere all alone if only for a day. Someplace new. Someplace never before seen by your eyes. To discover and meet and smell and taste a new environment.
Be a new character in a new setting. With a wide-eyed curiosity that is stronger than insecurity and indifference.
To take bits and pieces of information. Data colored by emotion.
A life’s tapestry that is more than a history.
And string them all together
to form something
exclusively our own.
Corpora vs Spiritus
“The day of the corpora is the night for the spiritus. When the bodies cease their labour the spirits in man begin their work. The waking of the body is the sleep of the spirit and the spirit’s sleep a waking for the body.” (Paracelsus cited in Lawrence Durrell’s “Justine”)
Well, this explains why I’m so tired some mornings. My body may be at rest but my spirit is partying it up with the other spirits!
I find this passage fascinating. If you only knew where your spirit goes when your body is recharging throughout the wee hours of the morning. Does it soar in and out of the earth’s ether touching down only at places it’s never visited before like select iridescent cells of the Brazilian rain forest or the Monet-esque sunflower fields of Provence. Or does it meet the spirits of others have also left their “corpora”, those we never see, those far away, those who have died?
A way to bridge distances if only with your imagination.
I also find it intriguing that the quote mentions that the spirit has “work” to do. Could this mean righting wrongs, healing hurts, strengthening my own sense of spirituality with my God? We are taught to say prayers before we go to sleep. A preparation, perhaps, of a deeper communion with God.
If during the night, while we are asleep, our body healing and resting from the day in order to work to the best of its capacity when conscious it only goes to say that we should also take time out, even if it is at night, to restore and strengthen our spirit.
Maybe our spirits too have places to go, people to see, things to do.
If our spirits cross paths in the night be sure to wave “hello”!
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Adaline lives in 17th century France with 17th-century societal expectations- she must marry. Now Addie doesn’t want to get married. She wants to travel and learn and meet new people. She definitely doesn’t want to keep a home and have babies. So she does the only thing she can do to get out and makes a deal with the devil. Being a master equivocator, the devil distorts the bargain, yes, she will be free to travel and learn and meet new people however she will be immortal, and tragically be immediately forgotten by anyone and everyone she meets, making it impossible to forge any relationship whatsoever. Addie truly becomes invisible and must maneuver through the centuries on her wit and with only her own company. Sure the devil pops in every year or so to bully her, and as anyone would, accepts his company because, of course, he is the only “friend” she has.
Until …
one day she enters a book store where she is remembered. Now what? What will the devil do with these new sets of circumstances? Or is the devil himself who has placed this “person who remembers” in her path just to taunt and torture her.
I really loved this book. It reminded me of other novels where our protagonist is immortal and weaves his/her way through the centuries. Pilgrim by Timothy Findley and Orlando by Virginia Wolfe come to mind. However I found this novel much easier to consume- in fact, I read it in just over a day.
Philosophy, history, romance, fantasy, all included within the pages of this book along with several loving tributes to art and literature make this novel one of my favourites of the year.
I was given a free copy of this novel by NetGalley and MacMillian-Tor books (thank you!) but I will most certainly be purchasing one for my bookshelf. It will be work a re-read in the future.




