Author: Kim

  • What I read in April (2025)


    1. The Cadaver King and the Country Dentist

    Book Details

    Author: Radley Balko & Tucker Carrington

    Length: 416 pages

    Published: March 2019

    Genre: non-fiction

    Audience: adult (level of reading and gruesome topics presented)


    Summary

    The Cadaver King and the Country Dentist recounts the story of how Mississippi propelled two Mississippi doctors—Dr. Steven Hayne, a medical examiner, and Dr. Michael West, a dentist—to the top of the state’s criminal justice apparatus. Then, through institutional failures and structural racism, these two built successful careers as the go-to experts for prosecutors; their actions, based on bad evidence and bogus science, resulted in countless flawed convictions and led many innocent defendants to land in prison. Some of the convictions then began to fall apart, including those of two innocent men who spent a combined 30 years in prison before being exonerated in 2008.


    My Review

    This had been on my bookshelf on my library app, and I just decided to pull the trigger. Who chooses to read a title with the words “Cadaver King” in the title? Why, the daughter of a funeral director.

    While I don’t often read nonfiction nearly as often as fiction, I do enjoy ones that find a piece of history that I might not have known about and tell its story. It was a difficult read for a number of reasons: 1) the writing was very data-driven. It often read less like a story and more like an academic report. 2) the topic is stomach-churning. There were stories of toddlers being murdered and black men being lynched and shot. All under the large umbrella of racial injustice in the South, primarily Mississippi. And we’re not talking about the 1800s or even the turn of the century. These stories took place all the way through the 1990s. It brought me back to reading “Just Mercy” by Bryan Stevenson.

    But the history of the profession of the coroner/medical examiner is a fascinating one. As to whether or not you should read this book, I’ll let Temple Law department suggest it best: “If your interest is in forensic evidence, read this book; if it is in criminal justice, and in particular the interfaces of race and justice and expertise and justice, read this book; and if you simply want to read an oft-ignored but compelling aspect of American history, read this book.”

    2. Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus

    Book Details

    Author: Dusti Bowling

    Length: 272 pages

    Publication: September 2017

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: late elementary/middle grade (easy read and the topic is interesting yet manageable)

    Summary

    Aven Green loves to tell people that she lost her arms in an alligator wrestling match, or a wildfire in Tanzania, but the truth is she was born without them. And when her parents take a job running Stagecoach Pass, a rundown western theme park in Arizona, Aven moves with them across the country knowing that she’ll have to answer the question over and over again.

    Her new life takes an unexpected turn when she bonds with Connor, a classmate who also feels isolated because of his own disability, and they discover a room at Stagecoach Pass that holds bigger secrets than Aven ever could have imagined. It’s hard to solve a mystery, help a friend, and face your worst fears. But Aven’s about to discover she can do it all . . . even without arms.


    My Review

    This one also came from my bookshelf on the KDL app. I happened to click on a few too many books I had wanted to read…and they all were on hold at the same time! I knew I had my work cut out for me, so I committed to reading at every free moment I got.

    Aven is a loveable character from the minute you first meet her. The fact that she has no arms makes you want to pity her, until she lets you know early on she does not need anyone’s pity. Thanks to her parents and their determination to raise her as a normal child, she is quite independent and self-sufficient. Bowling must have done her research, because no moment in my reader’s mind goes unexplained as to how a girl with no arms might handle a particular task or situation. And our heart goes out to her when she feels no other choice than to eat in the bathroom, lest she be the staring topic of everyone at her new school.

    I did think the bringing in of two friends who were also outcasts to be sweet, and again, we got to learn more about Tourette’s Syndrome through her friend Connor. It just read a little too simplistic, too easy for me at times, like it was a PBS after-school special. There’s problems, but they’re not too big. There’s a mystery, but it’s quite easily solvable. And Aven makes friends, but they are also outcasts.

    Overall, it does make for a super-quick read with a pleasant ending; I would easily recommend it to any middle schooler or even a late elementary student who is a high reader.

    3. Louder than Hunger

    Book Details

    Author: John Schu

    Length: 528 pages

    Published: March 2024

    Genre: semi-fiction

    Audience: middle grades (trigger warning: this novel deals with an eating disorder)

    Summary

    It’s 1996.

    13-year-old Jake Stacey lives in the Chicago suburbs with his mum and dad. He loves musicals, rollerblading and his grandmother (who takes him for drives in her big red car). But he hates school where he is bullied and ostracised by the other kids and worse, he is keeping a secret: inside him is a Voice, which tells him to exercise more and eat less. The Voice tells him not to trust anyone, tells him that the Voice is all he needs.

    When Jake’s worried parents take him to Whispering Pines, the Voice tells Jake not to co-operate with the staff who want to help him to get better. But the staff are keen to show him that he doesn’t have to listen to the Voice, that he can build a different life for himself if he can just find it in himself to silence it …


    My Review

    I wasn’t planning on reading this book, but when John Schu literally handed me a signed copy at a luncheon during the Michigan Reading Association conference, I decided to make it my next read. I knew from hearing John speak that this novel was only semi-fiction; it was based upon his life and some of his struggles in adolescence. The paperback version had just come out that week, so that is why we were all given a copy.

    I brought it home, prepared to tackle a 500 page novel, only to be pleasantly surprised that it was written in verse. I have now read a few middle grade novels written in verse, and I think they are simply lovely. If you haven’t read anything in verse, consider it “accessible poetry.” It tells a story in prose form, but with fewer words it slows the reading pace down and asks the reader to take in every word. The novel still reads quickly, especially due to the heartbreaking story of Jake (a.k.a. John Schu) and his eating disorder due to the voice that tells him he is worth nothing and doesn’t deserve to take up space.

    It’s a heavy topic, but I’m a firm believer in wanting to bring these important topics to the middle grade level. They are living it and experiencing it, so they should be given fictional material to read about it. This could be a fascinating book to read with your adolescent as I guarantee it will provoke worthwhile conversations.

    4. The Lager Queen of Minnesota

    Book Details

    Author: J. Ryan Stradal

    Length: 400 pages

    Published: June 2020

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult (interest-based only)

    Summary

    The Lager Queen of Minnesota is about two generations in a Midwestern family—starting on a farm, with two sisters who have no desire to be farmers. Helen, the younger, go-getter sister, wants more than anything else in the world to make beer. She finagles her way into taking over her husband’s family’s failing soda business and builds it into a thriving beer company by single-handedly inventing light beer. Her older sister, Edith, shares none of this grand ambition, even as her pies are named third-best in the state of Minnesota. Unfortunately, being a champion pie baker does not earn her a fortune, or even a good living. Enter Diana, Edith’s beloved granddaughter, who grows up trying to help Edith make ends meet—and in the most roundabout way possible, becomes obsessed with making a series of the best IPAs the Midwest has ever seen. But just as she is about to open her own brewpub, the fates converge and she is forced to turn to the unlikeliest cadre of amateur brewmasters imaginable—Edith’s cohort of grandmother friends—to save her brewery before it’s DOA.


    My review

    I chose this book in order to lessen my stack of unread books on my nightstand. My stack is tall, and some days it taunts me that I will never read all of them. But I’m a sucker for free, or very cheap, used books, so I find that I take them into ownership more frequently than I read them, hence the large stack.

    Interestingly enough, this is my second “food based” fictional novel I have read this year (Funeral Ladies of Ellery County was the first). I’m not sure I can exactly remember how this book came into my possession; I do enjoy a good beer, especially a dark porter or stout, although I muss confess my body tolerates alcohol less and less these days. I did enjoy it as a lighter topic read; I learned quite a bit about the brewing industry and what goes into different beers.

    While the characters and my interest in them kept my motivation early on, I was between ⅓ and halfway through the book before I actually began to understand what the plot might be. I do love a good “braid” or “strand” novels where the author tells seemingly different stories, only for the reader to trust there is a common connector. Stradal forces his reader to the very last chapters for the ultimate resolution.

    5. The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

    Book Details

    Author: Alan Bradley

    Length: 320 pages

    Publication: December 2024

    Genre: mystery

    Audience: young adult/adult (elevated/difficult language)

    Summary

    It is the summer of 1950–and at the once-grand mansion of Buckshaw, young Flavia de Luce, an aspiring chemist with a passion for poison, is intrigued by a series of inexplicable events: A dead bird is found on the doorstep, a postage stamp bizarrely pinned to its beak. Then, hours later, Flavia finds a man lying in the cucumber patch and watches him as he takes his dying breath.

    For Flavia, who is both appalled and delighted, life begins in earnest when murder comes to Buckshaw. “I wish I could say I was afraid, but I wasn’t. Quite the contrary. This was by far the most interesting thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life.”


    My review

    My eye caught this book on a teacher’s desk where I was a guest speaker for the day; the title just sounded like something I wanted to read. Just as you should not judge a book by its cover (although we all do), I will now add that you should not choose a book simply based on its title.

    In my own haste to put this book on hold and begin to read it, I failed to see any of the obvious markings on the cover and spine clearly marking it as a mystery. So perhaps I was the only reader in the history of this book to be surprised when a man was found dead in the main character’s garden. I also did not realize the book would be about collectable and valuable postage stamps despite the clear-as-day-picture on the cover.

    Needless to say, I had some unpacking and repacking to do in terms of my expectations as I read this book. I have also stated that mysteries are not my favorite genre, and even within mysteries, this one read so much slower than some of my other recent mystery reads (Good Girl’s Guide to Murder or Vera Wong). This read more like an old-school, Sherlock Holmes type of murder, so the pacing didn’t match my hopes or expectations.

    Flavia is an absolutely wonderful character, and you can’t help but fall in love with her wit and charm, although as a parent, I would strongly argue against the case that she is only 11 years old; her language and mannerisms place her at least a few years older, even if she was uniquely mature for her age.

    If you love a Sherlock Holmes type mystery, then I believe you would love this book. If you were hoping for an enjoyable fiction read that did not involve a mystery, then you should have looked much more closely at the cover.

    6. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

    Book Details

    Author: Jonathan Safran Foer

    Length: 368 pages

    Publication: April 2006

    Genre: fiction

    Audience: adult

    Summary

    In a vase in a closet, a couple of years after his father died in 9/11, nine-year-old Oskar discovers a key…

    The key belonged to his father, he’s sure of that. But which of New York’s 162 million locks does it open?

    So begins a quest that takes Oskar – inventor, letter-writer and amateur detective – across New York’s five boroughs and into the jumbled lives of friends, relatives, and complete strangers. He gets heavy boots, he gives himself little bruises and he inches ever nearer to the heart of a family mystery that stretches back fifty years. But will it take him any closer to, or further from, his lost father?


    My Review

    When I am traveling, I often enjoy reading a book that takes place in the same location. I find it brings me feel more deeply connected to the book, and at times, if the book offers specifics about the location, I appreciate knowing exactly where the story is taking place.

    I brought this book with me on my trip to New York City over spring break. My mistake was in thinking I’d have time to read in NYC. While we were not as adventurous as some can be, we did average over 10 miles everyday, exploring the city during the day and attending Broadway shows at night. I was thankful our hotel had comfortable beds, because I found myself crashing hard for both a midday nap and for a full-night’s sleep in the evening.

    When I returned home, I began to tackle this book by Jonathan Foer; I knew it was related to the terrorist attacks of 9/11, and while I had watched it unfold in my living room as I watched the Today Show starting well before the attacks at 8am, I was still curious to know stories about those who lived in NYC or who lost someone in the towers.

    I was impressed Jonathan Foer was able to write this novel less than 5 years after the terror attacks. I find I need time to process significant, traumatic events in my life, especially something such as an entire fictional novel surrounding that unforgettable day and its aftermath.

    Unfortunately, I struggled through much of the novel. While I would normally tell people that I love a good, quirky narrator, perhaps even one on the Autistic Spectrum, I did not sync with Oskar or his narrative voice. I could not place how old he was, although he mentioned to a therapist that he was pre-puberty, but his language and knowledge make him more of Savant Syndrome with his cognitive level.

    The actual use of text and pictures make this a unique novel. Foer does not always break up dialogue onto different lines; sometimes he writes them one after another and so it is the reader’s job to decode the conversation and to distinguish who is speaking when. Intermixed with Oliver’s story are a series of letters his grandfather wrote to his dad before his dad was born, but those are only differentiated by the date at the beginning of the chapter. Interlaced are random pages of pictures and even pages with only one line on them. It requires the concentrated reader, and as I identify more as a skim reader, I had difficulty following.

    I wanted to like this book more. I told my husband when I was at page 167 that I might have abandoned this book had I not wanted to offer a full review. Selfishly, I wanted it to tell more about the story of 9/11, when really it was just the story of a child who was struggling mentally and emotionally with the death of his father. The story of the mystery key and the people he met along the way didn’t captivate me. I read somewhere that it had the label “trauma fiction,” which I believe is a good fit.

    This isn’t for all readers. I felt that it was a combination of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime (which I should re-read) meets Holden Caulfield in Catcher in the Rye.

  • YOUR Turn : What you’re writing (April 2025)

    Writing Prompt:

    Rebirth and Resurrection

    Christians celebrated Easter in the month of April, remembering a time when Jesus died and then rose again. To me, it is not coincidental that Easter occurs in the spring, a season in the Midwest associated with rebirth and renewal.

    Write about what rebirth and renewal mean to you. Maybe it demonstrates itself in one of the following ways:

    • A second chance you didn’t see coming
    • Something (or someone) you once lost that finds its (their) way back to you
    • The heaviness of waiting—for answers, for healing, for closure
    • A place that comes alive again
    • A person you didn’t expect to forgive—or be forgiven by
    • Planting something and watching it grow
    • A tradition you create out of grief
    • The moment you realize you’re healing
    • Someone rising from ruin—not literally, but in spirit
    • What it means to be “reborn” emotionally or spiritually
    • A small resurrection—something broken that becomes beautiful again

    Story Starter:

    Seven Days, One Secret

    After being declared dead for 24 hours, you wake up in the morgue with no memory of what happened—only a strange symbol burned into your palm and a note in your pocket that says, ‘You have one week to finish what you started.’

    Easter

    -by Maryanne MB

    We were a family of seven. Most of my memories started with waking up to an Easter basket at the foot of my bed lovingly set out by our mom.  She spent years staying up late into the night finishing up dresses for my sister, Camille, and me. They were made of pastel colored organza, pique cotton, a silk or polyester blend, and were accented with lace and white pearly buttons. As we got older, she let us pick out the patterns and fabric.

    Six of us would get ready for Easter mass. My dad would open up the liquor store he owned for many of my growing up years. After we were late for mass at St. John Vianney, we would take flowers to Live Oak Cemetery where my dad’s mom was buried. How is it that just about every year either Camille or I would get one of our brand new white patent leather shoes with white lace trimmed socks wedged into one of the algae water flower containers? Then we would pull out a freshly dyed green shoe and sock creation. My mom wasn’t one to swear, but as a mom I know what I would have said.

    After that we’d head over to my moms’ parents home nearby. We loved going to Nana and Tata’s house whenever we could. And Easter was a special occasion. Looking back, their home  was way too small to host a group of over 20 in a 2 bedroom, 1 bath, 855 sq. ft house. But there we were, my nicknamed mom and her siblings—Bebe, Dede, and Champ, along with their spouses and our cousins. Oh how I miss those days. We were all dressed up and gathered for a home cooked breakfast. It was served in rounds according to who showed up first. We were always last. For decades, Nana and Tata made us a feast of eggs, bacon, sliced ham, beans, tortillas, and orange juice. My brothers thought the juice glasses were too small. Then there was the Easter egg hunt. The adults would hide the eggs in the back yard and then all 15 grandchildren would scramble outside to find them. Some how Camille always managed to find the most. She said she loved the challenge of the hunt. When we were older plastic eggs were added to the mix including one with a fifty cent piece. That started a more intense competition. We ended the day with a group photo.

    Sometime when I was in college, we switched over to a picnic at a nearby park to give our grandparents a break. We shared buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken, potato and macaroni salad, coleslaw, baked beans, rolls, deviled eggs, cookies, rice crispy treats,cakes, and beverages. We played softball where my Tata was the pitcher and my dad played first base. They each had a can of beer at their positions. When my future husband joined us for the first time one Easter right before we were engaged he said, “In my family Easter was a high and holy holiday where we sat around grandmas’s table. It had to be boring and quiet, but we could play Old Maid because it didn’t involve real cards and gambling. And now, look at you guys!” I looked at him and said, “He is risen! Salud!”

    Orchid

    -by Sarah G

    Orchid opening

    buds linger on drooping stems

    patient petals curl

  • Morning Belle: The OG

    I believe I had my first avocado toast ever at this restaurant. It is now a chain with 3 locations in my hometown. It is nothing fancy or over the top, but they were certainly the first to introduce me to the concept of a delicious, runny, over-easy egg on top of the toast. Recently they slightly changed their recipe to offer both a smashed avocado as the base and sliced avocado on top. You can never get too much avocado, right? They also treat their consumers to a delicious balsamic glaze, which is a true treat of the sweet glaze and a little balsamic vinegar to the taste buds.

    Avocado Toast

    GFO • DF • VEO • V

    Avocado two ways, chilled cherry tomatoes, roasted garlic, sea salt, balsamic glaze, local micro basil

  • Mourning & Meaning

    What Death Teaches Us About Life

    I can imagine that even reading the title made you cringe a bit, so I congratulate you on even reading the first sentence. I promise that nothing you will read will be gory, will give you nightmares, or will even bring you one step closer to death (although, you technically are closer to death now that you were one minute ago. But it’s okay. I promise. Stick with me here).

    Why is the topic of death and dying so terrifying that we don’t even want to talk about it, read about it, or think about it? Believe it or not, fear of death is not a universal fear–as we have been led to believe. It is most specifically and prominently in Western culture that we are afraid of death, and it wasn’t always this way historically.​

    Caitlin Doughty writes in her book “From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find a Good Death” how funeral practice became a business in the turn of the 20th century. Before then, people held wakes in their living room, literally waiting to see if the supposed dead woke up, because determining death was often unsuccessfully done by feeling for a pulse or looking for someone’s breath on a mirror. According to McGill Office for Science and Society, “premature burial affected many unlucky folks. Up to the mid-19th century, there were stories of people who were mistakenly pronounced dead and buried quickly, just to be discovered with bruised knees, broken fingernails, and scratched-up coffins from trying to escape an unintentionally fatal burial. As these stories spread, taphephobia (the fear of being buried alive) grew, prompting more people to request cremation or beheading before burial, just in case.” https://www.mcgill.ca/oss/article/history-did-you-know/saved-bell#:~:text=%E2%80%9CSaved%20by%20the%20bell%2C%E2%80%9D,brain%20death%20and%20heart%20death.

    Death and Burial Become a Business

    To address taphephobia, funeral directors decided to turn death and burial into a business, commercializing and corporatizing it. When a loved one was declared dead, that person was immediately removed from the home and grieving family members. They were either cremated and their ashes placed in an urn or embalmed and their body placed in a casket. The family and friends were then allowed to see the loved one for a short period of time before the casket was then brought to a cemetery, and lowered inside a grave vault six feet deep. Once the vault was sealed and the earth was placed back on top, all the family had was a possible gravestone marking the spot.

    Funerals have become quick, efficient, clean, expensive ordeals in Western Culture. This often leaves us at a loss (pun intended) for how to grieve. And it is not so in other cultures, as Doughty points out. She knows this because she traveled across the globe to experience other cultures handle the death, burial and remembrance of their loved ones.

    I won’t spoil the book, because it is such an eye-opening read. Some of the practices feel awkward, cringy, even disrespectful, but she reminds us not to read these stories as if the way we do it in Western Culture is best. She writes, 

    “We consider death rituals savage only when they don’t match our own.”

    So returning to death, dying and grief. Where does that leave us? I hope primarily it humbles us to realize that along with many other things in this life, the United States/North America does not approach this perfectly. We might not even be on the list of the “Top 5 Ways to Deal with Death” (if ever there were a list).

    Normalizing Talk About Death and Dying

    I believe an easy start is to simply talk about death and dying. Bring it up at dinner parties, while waiting for the delayed bus to arrive, with the barista at Starbucks. I guarantee you’ll get a few wide eyes and the majority of people will dismiss you. But we have to start talking about it if we want to normalize it. Spoiler alert: we all die. It’s actually one of only two things that unite us all as globe dwellers: our birth and our eventual death. Ironically, far too many of us are willing to talk about our own birth stories, or how we birthed humans ourselves (I was there personally for three of them. Beautiful but messy ordeals). And that’s how we should view death as well; something we’re willing to talk about, to share stories. Maybe about others first, because that feels a bit safer and remembering those who have gone before us is just a cool thing to do (I mean, Mexico and Bolivia actually dedicate one entire day each year to this and declare it a holiday). And maybe, when death and dying start working their way into conversations after we’ve discussed the weather (unpredictable and often disappointing) and politics (even more unpredictable and disappointing) and if we think the Lions maybe, just maybe could actually win a playoff game this year (don’t get me started) then perhaps we could begin to normalize this a bit, make it a little less terrifying.

    I want a green burial; I want to be composted. And I want Jane Kenyon’s “Let Evening Come” read at my memorial service. I want my pallbearers to wear running shoes, both because I have bad feet and need to wear sneakers all the time and because I loved running when I was alive. I do NOT want ham on buns served after my memorial service; as a vegetarian, I would roll over in my compostable grave. Instead, I’m stealing an idea from Natasha Meyer Turner, a friend of mine who lost her battle to cancer after almost a decade, but was celebrated by friends and family with a dessert bar. I too want cakes, cupcakes, pies, desserts, possibly even a chocolate fountain (if my germaphobe husband is not alive at the time) as you celebrate my life. I stand with Marie Antoinette in declaring “let them eat cake.” Over my dead body.

    It is said that our perception of death impacts how we live life. So let us not fear death but live life to the fullest. And while we’re doing that, “let’s talk about [death], baby.” (Possible slight change to song title to better fit the topic of this blog).

    What are your thoughts?

    When it comes to death, dying, and grief—where do you stand? Are you open to talking about it, or does the topic scare you to death? (pun intended). Post on either my Instagram or Facebook accounts and keep the conversation going.

  • Pre-Publication Puzzles

    My Unexpected Writing Detour

    My journey as a pre-published author has been a wild one. Every time I connect with someone in the writing, editing, or publishing industry, they are kind and supportive. However, lately, every conversation about my novel seems to end with a big “But…” or “Before you publish, you should…”

    It reminds me of If You Give a Mouse a Cookie—that comical picture book where one simple task spirals into an endless chain of unexpected chain of events and activities, ultimately complicating this simple task and almost rendering it impossible.

    That’s exactly how my life has felt lately. Each new suggestion or requirement pulls me further off my original path, making publication feel both thrilling and exhausting (much more on this in a later post).

    One request, however, felt doable: creating a “pre-publication piece.”

    What is a Pre-Publication Piece?

    Essentially, it’s a way to build excitement before my book’s official release—a teaser to generate interest and maybe attract a few new readers. Many authors write a novella or a prequel, but I didn’t feel there was a story worth telling before Chapter One of my novel. So, I took a different approach.

    A Funeral Home Short Story Collection

    When I talk about my book, people are most intrigued by the father’s role as a funeral director. That curiosity sparked an idea: instead of a novella, why not a collection of short stories centered around a funeral home?

    For three days in early March, I locked myself away at Michigan State University (yes, even though I bleed maize and blue for the University of Michigan, their instate rival). I told my husband my goal was to write 10,000 words in those 72 hours. But with no distractions—just me and my laptop—I surprised myself by writing 25,000 words.

    By the time I left East Lansing, I had a complete first draft of my short story collection.

    Perhaps I’ll pre-release one of the stories in a future newsletter or on my website. But for now, here’s a sneak peek at the titles:

    • The Stolen Flowers
    • The Secret Room
    • The Unknown Mourner
    • The Last Goodbye
    • The Tense Reunion
    • The Call from the Casket