Love Overboard by Janet Evanovich

I’m not a fan of mushy gushy romance. In fact, I’m fully prepared to skip entire chapters if things start getting too steamy. But I am a huge fan of Janet Evanovich’s humor, so I picked up Love Overboard—mostly because I needed a book with a pink cover for one of my book journal challenges, and typically psychological thrillers don't come with pink covers.

Totally worth it.

This book was light-hearted, ridiculous fun. Parts of it had me actually laughing out loud. Stephanie is forever getting herself into trouble—whether she’s rolling uncontrollably down a hill or cooking a questionable pot of fish chowder. The romance? Skimmable. The laughs? Solid.

If you need something quick, funny, and a little chaotic, this one delivers. Just maybe read it somewhere people won’t judge you for laughing to yourself.

An Evil Heart by Linda Castillo (Burkholder #15)

I had to look up what number this is in the Kate Burkholder series. Frankly, it doesn’t matter. If Linda Castillo writes it, I’m reading it. Ever since Sworn to Silence, I’ve been hooked like an Amish quilt at a county fair.

As usual, Castillo lures you in with peaceful scenery—gentle rain, a bike ride, maybe even a rainbow or two—and then BAM! Someone gets shot in the chest with a crossbow. A crossbow, folks. Talk about putting the "what just happened?!" in your mystery. The victim? A young Amish man, just biking to work, minding his own business. Or so we’re led to believe...

This book hit a slightly more reflective note for Kate. She’s still sharp as ever, but with her wedding approaching, she’s pausing a bit more. It worked. It gave depth to her character and reminded me that behind the badge is someone still piecing together her place between two worlds.

A highlight for me was Bishop Troyer showing up for Kate’s wedding. If you know anything about shunning in the Amish community, you know how big of a deal that is. It made me unexpectedly proud of a fictional bishop. That's the magic of Castillo—she makes these characters real.

Now, let’s talk victim. I won’t spoil anything, but my sympathy level plummeted faster than a buggy on a downhill slope. Turns out, not every tragedy is tragic once the full story unravels. The motive? Completely believable. Drugs, alcohol, and a questionable moral compass are a bloodbath waiting to happen.

I teared up during the wedding prep scenes. Kate’s memories of her mother’s saying—"A marriage may be made in heaven, but man is responsible for the wedding"—touched me more than I expected. Especially when your wedding village has to churn butter and sew dresses without electricity. My idea of a rustic wedding is running low on ice cubes, so hats off to Kate.

Pacing-wise, Castillo nailed it again. It moved fast enough to keep me flipping pages but not so fast that I had to call in because 'the cat unplugged my alarm clock'.

One of Castillo’s greatest strengths is how she weaves the English and Amish worlds together. They stay distinct, but the overlap feels real, sometimes uncomfortable, and always compelling.

Bottom line: If you’re a fan of the series, An Evil Heart is another strong entry. If you’re new, do yourself a favor and start with Sworn to Silence. Trust me, it’s a wild and wonderful ride through Painters Mill.

The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton

I read this for a challenge and, trust me, it was a challenge. Time loops, body swaps, and a murder at a crumbling estate—sounds cool, right? Yeah… no. I got halfway through and started skimming the right-hand pages just to make it to the end. It was weird, confusing, and honestly not my cup of tea. But hey, at least now I can say I survived Evelyn Hardcastle.

Shamed by Linda Castillo

Years ago, I read the first three books in the Kate Burkholder series and really enjoyed them—so much so that I was genuinely disappointed when there were only three. Fast-forward several years and hundreds of other books later, and I’d basically forgotten about the series. Until recently, that is, when I was squirreling around thriftbooks.com (as one does) and spotted Shamed. The title rang a bell. I remembered Sworn to Silence and how much I loved it, so I hit “buy” faster than a small-town cop chasing a lead.

It showed up two days ago. I set it on the couch, which—as any bookworm knows—is the universal sign for “you’re up next.” I started reading… and forgot to eat breakfast. (Priorities.)

This book hooked me from the beginning. It opens with a grandmother gathering black walnuts on a cool November day with her grandkids—sounds wholesome, right? Nope. BAM! Murder. Brutal murder. Then a kidnapping. Then trauma. Page-turning chaos, and I was in.

Kate Burkholder is still every bit the capable, intuitive Chief of Police I remembered, but it seems she gets a lot less resistance from the Amish than in earlier books. Either she’s earned their trust over the years, or I missed a whole chunk of growth while I was off reading other series. Either way, I need to backtrack and fill in the gaps. (There are seventeen books now. Seventeen! Happy dance.)

The Amish setting still adds an extra layer of complexity, especially for those of us who grew up in strict religious settings. I’m familiar with being “under bann”—the Amish equivalent of being kicked out of the cool kids’ table for eternity—and the idea that cooperation with law enforcement might conflict with religious values. Castillo gets those nuances right.

Oh, and one twist in particular floored me—Cohen’s Syndrome is real. Given the insularity of some religious communities, it makes sense genetically, but it still made me pause and Google. (I love when fiction nudges me into a mini research rabbit hole.)

The pacing? I blinked and it was lunchtime. Somewhere in Kentucky. I don’t even live near Kentucky.

Shamed is an absolute must-read. It had me flipping pages like a caffeine-fueled detective, and yes, I would re-read it. I’m even recommending it to the same person who first told me about Sworn to Silence. Full circle. 

I've Got My Eyes On You by Mary Higgins Clark

I love how Mary Higgins Clark writes. Her words play like a movie in my head—vivid, sharp, and suspenseful. She doesn’t ease you into a story; she grabs your hand and pulls you straight into the darkness. I can picture every character—what they’re doing, how they’re living—whether they’re innocent or hiding something sinister. And one thing you can count on? There’s always a plot twist. Always.

Every now and then, I get a craving—not for chocolate or French fries, but for something darker. Something with suspense, a little murder, and a twist I’ll never see coming. So there I was, scrolling through my Nook library like a woman on a mission, when I stumbled across I've Got My Eyes on You. Apparently, I’d bought it a while ago and promptly forgot about it. Past me made an excellent decision. Present me is very grateful.

From the first page, I was hooked—because that’s what Mary Higgins Clark does best. This time, the murder victim is a teenage girl named Kerry Dowling. And let’s be honest—teenagers don’t just have drama; they are drama. Kerry was no exception. I wanted to sit her down and give her a good talking-to. If your boyfriend is that possessive, girl, show him the curb. Your future self will thank you.

Enter Aline Moreland, the guidance counselor just trying to do her job without getting dragged into another school scandal. I loved her immediately. She’s smart, composed, and cautious for all the right reasons—especially when it comes to Detective Mike Wilson. He’s intelligent, empathetic, and not easily fooled. There's some light romantic tension between them, but don’t worry—this is classic Mary Higgins Clark. No steamy scenes, just well-crafted suspense and crisp storytelling.

And of course, I thought I had the killer pegged. I was sure it was the tow truck driver. Would’ve bet my life savings. Then another character started showing up like a bad penny, and I was suddenly suspicious of everyone. Clark got me again. She always does.

What really stood out was how she wrote Jamie—a young man with special needs who witnessed something crucial. Aline’s gentle way of helping him recall what he saw felt so genuine. Clark clearly did her research, and it shows in the sensitivity and care she gave those scenes.

The pacing? Spot on. It starts with a bang and only picks up speed. At one point, I had dinner on the stove but couldn’t stop reading. That dinner? Burned to a crisp. Worth the screaming smoke detectors. I turned off the stove, pulled the alarm batteries and opened the windows - and immediately want back to finishing the book.

If you enjoy suspense, believable characters, and twisty mysteries that keep you guessing until the very end, I’ve Got My Eyes on You should definitely make your list. Then again, anything by Mary Higgins Clark should. She writes stories that linger—books that leave you feeling like something in your world just shifted, even if only a little.

Deadlock by Catherine Coulter

I picked up Deadlock completely by accident while looking for Backfire by Catherine Coulter on my library app. Since Backfire wasn’t available, I figured I’d give another one of her books a try—and I’m glad I did. Now Backfire is officially on hold, and I’ve got another author to keep my “murder and mayhem” shelf in business.

This one pulled me in right away. The villainous Marsia Gay gives off major “evil to the core” vibes from the get-go, and even though I hadn’t read a single Coulter book before this, I could tell Savich was one of the good guys. Marsia, who’s understandably bitter about Savich putting her behind bars, decides to repay him by going full psycho—think: arson, threats, and targeting his family. As you do.

There are two main cases in the book: Marsia’s revenge plot and something called “The Big Take,” involving a congressman’s missing granddaughter and a whole family dynamic that redefines the word dysfunctional. While both stories were compelling, I found myself more drawn to the revenge arc—probably because it felt more personal and, well, dramatically unhinged in the best way.

Savich and Sherlock make an adorable crime-fighting couple. I’m honestly thinking about going back to the beginning of the series just to see how their story started. Deadlock had just the right blend of crime, a smidge of romance (seriously, just a smidge—any more and I start flipping pages), and a perfectly measured dose of crazy.

Pippa was a standout new character for me. I don’t know if she’s appeared in other books, but I liked her grit, smarts, and willingness to take risks. Also, I had a feeling the sweet B&B grandma who bakes oatmeal cookies was up to no good. She gave me those “behind-the-doilies” bad vibes, and I was not wrong. I love when my instincts are rewarded like that.

The pacing? Perfect. I tore through 300+ pages in one day and wrapped it up the next. The balance between the personal drama and the investigative work was spot-on—not so much procedure that my eyes glazed over, but just enough to keep things grounded. As for the girl chasing after Chief Wilde... girl, no. That man was not into you. Move along.

Overall, Deadlock is a solid read. Not a re-read-for-life kind of book, but definitely one I’d recommend—even to someone new to the series. It works well as a standalone, delivers the goods, and lets you sleep at night. That’s a win in my book.

6th Target by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro

After accidentally reading a romance novel when I was in the mood for a murder (honestly, how does that even happen?), I turned to a reliable cure: James Patterson and a strong cup of coffee. The 6th Target is the next installment in the Women’s Murder Club series, and I dove in like it was crime scene tape and I had a badge.

This book juggles three big cases at once—because apparently, Patterson and Paetro believe in multitasking with maximum mayhem. We’ve got a mass shooting on a ferry (which hits hard—especially for those of us who do active shooter drills every year), murders in Cindy’s apartment building (honestly, I’ve had a few neighbors where this wouldn't surprise me), and kidnappings of children with murdered nannies (which, oddly, got the least page time).

Each case ties in a different member of the Club: Claire gets shot (but is okay!), Yuki brings the shooter to court, Cindy is dodging homicide in her hallway, and Lindsay is putting in overtime like she’s collecting detective badges on commission. Speaking of Lindsay, she’s still the same smart, capable woman we’ve come to appreciate—just a little more self-assured this time around. You love to see the growth.

The pacing? Classic Patterson: short chapters, fast plot, no time to blink. There wasn’t a single section I felt the urge to skip, and the courtroom scenes were actually fun to read—made me think I might need to revisit a John Grisham book sometime soon.

Now, not everything was perfect. The kidnapping storyline could’ve been its own book, but instead it got the “oh yeah, we solved that too” treatment. Also, Claire’s son Willie is briefly introduced as a kid with guts (he went after the shooter!), but then... nothing. Missed opportunity, in my opinion.

In short: I liked it. Maybe not as much as the last couple in the series, but it scratched my murder mystery itch, gave me just enough courtroom drama, and didn’t ask me to suffer through a single breathless love scene. Four stars, and I’m still Team Women’s Murder Club all the way—though I do still miss Jill.

Some books bring the heat—this one brought body bags, bullet wounds, and courtroom drama. Just how I like it.

Blood Moon by Sandra Brown

I picked up Blood Moon because of the title. We had a couple this year, and I thought, “Cool—serial killer meets celestial phenomenon. Let’s go!” Unfortunately, the killer wasn’t the only one getting...active.

Let’s talk about Molly. I liked her. She’s got spunk, resilience, and the kind of attitude that says, “Sure, I’ve been kidnapped by a lunatic, but I still have questions and zero time for your nonsense.” I was rooting for her—even as she waded through interactions with a man I’ve now dubbed The Killer Professor (probably tenured, definitely terrifying).

The pacing? Pretty solid. I read it quickly, skipping over the scenes where the thermostat went up but my interest went down. Sandra Brown kept the story clipping along—enough suspense to keep me engaged, but not so much that I couldn’t pause to sleep or snack.

Now for the romance. Or what I call the "insert sigh here" sections. I didn’t realize Sandra Brown was known for her steamy scenes, or I might’ve backed away slowly. As it was, I skipped ahead like I was in a choose-your-own-adventure book and all roads led away from shirtless metaphors. The romance didn’t add anything for me—in fact, it felt like someone spliced in a Harlequin chapter where a plot twist should’ve gone.

Memorable quotes or scenes? Not really. In a few weeks, I’ll probably be questioning whether I read this book at all or just hallucinated it after a long day.

Would I recommend it? If you like TMI romance and sweaty, unrealistic sex scenes with a side of murder and mayhem, Blood Moon might be your jam. For me, it was a lesson learned: check the author’s reputation before diving in. I’ll be thinking twice before picking up another Sandra Brown novel—unless she writes one called Celibate Eclipse and promises zero shirtless anything.

Marked for Revenge by Delores Fossen

I’ll be the first to admit I don’t usually go for romance novels—especially the kind where characters lose their clothes faster than they lose trust. But I wasn’t feeling great and wanted something that didn’t require a lot of brainpower. Marked for Revenge delivered exactly that: fast-paced drama, over-the-top chemistry, and a plot that doesn't ask too many questions if you don’t. I skipped the steamy scenes (because, no thanks), but the suspense thread was enough to keep me turning pages between naps. It’s not a book I’ll rave about, but it did the job.

 

The Herbs Are Planted!

And now we wait...

Digital Creativity: How Today’s Students Are Building Tomorrow’s Innovations

We’ve talked a lot about how technology is shaping education—AI in the classroom, cybersecurity, and ethical considerations. But this month, I’d like to shift the focus from what technology does to students to what students can do with technology.

Digital creativity is booming among today’s middle schoolers. Whether it’s designing a 3D model in Tinkercad, programming a video game in Scratch, or using Canva to produce a class newsletter, students aren’t just consuming technology—they’re creating with it. Tools that were once locked behind professional paywalls or steep learning curves are now browser-based, free (or nearly so), and designed with young learners in mind.

This creative shift is more than a novelty—it’s a powerful educational opportunity. When students code an animation, build a simple app, or design a virtual world in CoSpaces, they’re not just playing around; they’re engaging in problem-solving, systems thinking, storytelling, and collaboration. They’re building digital literacy, resilience, and confidence in their own ideas.

As educators, we can nurture this trend by making space for creativity in our curriculum—not just in tech classes, but across disciplines. A history teacher might let students create an animated reenactment of a historical event. An English teacher might encourage digital storybooks or AI-generated dialogue experiments. The key is to provide flexible tools and encourage exploration, not just correctness.

Of course, balance is important. Not every moment needs a screen. But when used thoughtfully, creative technology gives students something even more valuable than answers: a chance to imagine, design, and build their own. In a world increasingly shaped by innovation, these early acts of digital creation are more than fun—they’re foundational.

 

Don't Know Jack by Diane Capri

I read the entire book today, and I’m still not sure what it was about. One thing I do know? Jack Reacher had absolutely nothing to do with anything.

The main characters, FBI agents Kim Otto and Carlos Gaspar, are sent on a mission so vague that I’m not sure they even knew what they were supposed to be doing. Kim comes off as green and uncertain—she’s clearly trying her best, but she spends most of the book squinting at clues and nervously second-guessing herself. Meanwhile, Gaspar is oddly funny, oddly chill, and has the uncanny ability to nap anywhere, anytime. (Jealous, honestly.)

I went in hoping for a Jack Reacher story—or at least a trying-to-find-Jack-Reacher story. Instead, I got two agents chasing... something? Someone? Reacher is mentioned, sure. He was once in a town they were in. But if you’re looking for Reacher to show up, or for the story to have a strong connection to him? You’re out of luck.

The plot? I couldn’t tell you. I kept turning pages thinking, Okay, any second now it’ll start making sense. Spoiler: it never did. I’ve never been so confused while reading a book. Nothing stood out because everything was a blur of vague motives, secretive conversations, and cryptic assignments that never got explained.

And yet—despite myself—I’m going to read the second book. Partly out of stubbornness. Partly because I’ve already paid for the next few in the series, and I’d like them to earn their keep. If the second one doesn’t bring some clarity (and maybe a little actual Reacher), then I’m calling it.

Bottom line: If you’re a Jack Reacher fan, don’t expect this book to scratch that itch. It’s more like chasing a ghost with two agents who aren’t quite sure what they’re chasing—or why.

The Garden Is In!

I feel very accomplished. The veggies are planted, the flower beds weeded, and I even made it to Northtowns Nursery and Garden Center for a couple hanging plants for my Shepard's hook. Life is good! 

The Awakening by Nora Roberts (Dragon Heart Legacy #1)

Sometimes you want a book that challenges your worldview, expands your vocabulary, and makes you question the very fabric of reality. And sometimes... you want elves.

The Awakening by Nora Roberts falls firmly in the second category. This is not the kind of book that asks anything of you other than, “Would you like to escape to an enchanted world where everyone is hot, vaguely Irish, and capable of wielding some kind of elemental magic?” Yes. Yes, I would.

Our heroine, Breen Kelly, begins her journey in the very un-magical realm of Philadelphia, complete with a soul-sucking job, student debt, and a mother who seems to have taken “emotionally unavailable” as a personal challenge. But then – plot twist! – Breen finds out she has a secret trust fund and a mystical heritage. As one does.

Next thing you know, she's off to Ireland, where the scenery is as green as the cover art promised and the locals are suspiciously insightful. Before you can say “dramatic portal scene,” Breen stumbles into Talamh, a parallel world full of fairies, dragons, elves, and enough magical politics to require a corkboard and red string (don’t worry, you won’t need it – Nora keeps it simple).

There’s a broody love interest, of course – this is a Nora Roberts book – but the romantic content is pleasantly restrained. You will not be forced to read about 15 pages of passionate eye contact or creatively described abs. The relationship develops slowly, in between sword training, magical duels, and the occasional interdimensional skirmish.

The best way I can describe The Awakening is this: it reads like the fantasy version of a Hallmark movie, if Hallmark movies included fireballs, ancient prophecies, and a dragon. It’s cozy. It’s comforting. It’s got just enough danger to keep things spicy, but not so much that you ever fear for your emotional stability. You can absolutely read it while half-listening to the rain and wondering if it's too early to put on pajamas (spoiler: it’s not).

Perfect for fans of magical escapism, Irish scenery, and books where the heroine finally learns to stand up for herself – preferably with magical lightning.

Would I recommend it? Yes. Would I call it high fantasy? No.

But would I read the sequel while sipping cocoa and pretending my cat is a familiar? Absolutely.

The Crooked Staircase by Dean Koontz (Jane Hawk #3)

Okay, so The Crooked Staircase is book three in Dean Koontz’s Jane Hawk series, and by this point, Jane has fully embraced her life as a rogue FBI agent with nerves of steel and a serious grudge against a creepy high-tech cult. She's still on the run, dodging the government, random assassins, and people who probably think privacy settings are just a suggestion.

In this one, things get darker. Jane’s mission to uncover the mind-control conspiracy gets even more intense, and let’s just say she’s not playing nice anymore. She’s got one goal: keep her son safe and bring down the evil puppet masters running the show. And she’ll break into as many sinister mansions and sneak down as many crooked staircases as it takes.

Speaking of which, yes—there is a literal crooked staircase. Because Koontz. It leads to a super-creepy hidden area in one of those big "if-you-live-here-you’re-probably-a-villain" houses. Naturally, something bad happens down there. It’s very atmospheric. Very Koontz.

This one keeps the same tension and high-stakes energy, just with a little less hope and a lot more “okay wow, that’s messed up.” Jane's still brilliant and brave, but she’s also kind of terrifying now—in a good way.

Definitely worth the read if you're both in the mood to continue to watch Jane dismantle an evil empire one blackout SUV at a time.

Did it travel by Roller Coaster?

 

What on earth did they do to my pizza?!?

The Goodbye Man by Jeffery Deaver (Colter Shaw #2)

Jeffery Deaver has a way of grabbing you by the collar from page one—and The Goodbye Man is no exception. The book opens with Colter Shaw getting shot at. That’s right, we don’t ease into things around here. You pretty much have to keep turning pages. It’s practically the law.

This is the second book in the Colter Shaw series, and while I loved it, I’d definitely recommend starting with The Never Game if you’re new. That first book gives you Shaw’s backstory, which makes this installment hit even harder. And like the first one, The Goodbye Man doesn’t settle for a single storyline. We’ve got Shaw searching for something his father hid—possibly linked to a lifetime of paranoid wilderness wisdom—while also taking on a suspicious “grief recovery foundation” that feels... off.

Spoiler: It’s off.

The Osiris Foundation gave me full-blown cult vibes from the jump. “Wellness retreat,” my butt. Anyplace that puts you in a uniform and confiscates your stuff is not a wellness retreat—it’s a situation. I was ready to run and I was just reading.

That said, the book’s portrayal of grief was actually very believable. People grieve differently, and unfortunately, that opens the door for others to manipulate them. Deaver handles this with a realistic edge—part psychological, part suspenseful, all gripping.

As always, Colter’s survival skills take center stage. I didn’t think I’d be fascinated by bear deterrents (air horn, anyone?), but here we are. I live in the city, so my own survival tactics mostly involve navigating snowstorms, digging out my car in under ten minutes, and not losing a boot in a snowbank. Still, I was impressed.

Colter’s dad may have been paranoid, but his rules live on in Shaw. The one that really stuck out to me was always knowing your exits. As a teacher who’s gone through active-shooter training, I do the same thing. It’s not exactly comforting, but it does make Shaw feel real.

Character-wise, I was surprised by Victoria. At first, I thought she was your classic brainwashed cult follower. Nope. She’s got her own game going on. Turns out, she’s kind of savvy. Love a good twist. And plot-wise, I knew Colter would take the cult down somehow—I just didn’t know how. And that’s the fun of it. Deaver keeps you guessing, but not confused.

If you like crime thrillers with brains, suspense with substance, or the show Tracker (which is based on this series, by the way), then you need to read this. It’s smart, sharp, and just the right level of intense. You can put it down to sleep—but you’ll be thinking about it until you pick it up again.

The Girl Who Was Taken by Charlie Donlea

I picked up The Girl Who Was Taken because psychological thrillers are my happy place (no judgment, please), and the forensic pathology angle sealed the deal. A medical examiner hunting for her missing sister? Yes. Sign me up. Honestly, who better to chase down the truth than someone with access to cold storage and zero time for red tape?

Livia, the rookie pathologist, was exactly the kind of protagonist I love—smart, passionate, and just inexperienced enough to take bold risks without second-guessing herself. She was believable, dedicated, and clearly in it for the right reasons. If Donlea brings her back in future books, I’ll be first in line. Megan, the girl who returned, had layers of trauma to work through, and rightfully so. I mean, held hostage for two weeks and then finding out your own father was behind it? That’s not just baggage—that’s an entire emotional airport.

The forensic aspect? I ate it up. There’s something so satisfying about watching fictional people dig through bones and tissue samples to uncover the truth. It's like a home renovation show for crime junkies: mildly disturbing, oddly inspiring, and I’m absolutely convinced I could do it myself after one online course and a youtube video.

Pacing-wise, the book was good, but I wouldn’t have minded a little more momentum. I was also hoping Nicole would be found alive, so the ending was a bit of a letdown in that regard—but then came that twist. I had pegged Livia’s supervising doctor as the shady one. When it turned out to be Megan’s dad—a cop, no less—I just sat there blinking like I missed a step in the stairs. Didn’t see it coming. Well played, Mr. Donlea.

One quote really stuck with me (and I wish I remembered who said it):

“You want something, you gotta commit to it and go after it. Don’t slow down, don’t stop to think. Just keep moving forward.”

Honestly, that should be embroidered on throw pillows or turned into a motivational poster for teachers and forensic pathologists alike.

Emotionally, it didn’t hit me super hard, but that’s okay. I’ve got enough drama teaching middle school. This book hit more as an intellectual puzzle—and when it comes to thrillers, I don’t need to cry, I just want to be surprised, suspicious, and maybe a little grossed out by cadaver talk.

Themes of trauma and survival ran deep throughout, and Megan’s decision to write a book about her experience was brave and bittersweet. She was right—people do love a good train wreck. And they can’t look away, no matter how painful it is for the person who actually lived through it.

Final verdict? I’d give this one a solid 4 out of 5 stars and recommend it to readers who love crime fiction with smarts, a strong female lead, and a forensic twist. Especially those of us who treat thrillers like daily vitamins.

Four stars, plus one imaginary star for reminding me that sometimes the most unsettling people are the ones sitting at your dinner table.

A PD Day We Enjoyed!

Every so often (too often, if you ask some teachers), we have professional development days. Usually, these are filled with meetings that could easily be replaced by a well-written email—but I guess not everyone is as religious about checking their school email as I am.

Today was one of those days. But instead of the usual meeting marathon that leaves your teeth numb and your soul slightly dimmed, our principal—bless her sweet soul—scheduled fun team-building activities.

I know. Team-building activities. Cue the collective internal groan.

But not today! I had an absolute blast.

We started, of course, with the singing of the US and Canadian national anthems - just like the Olympics. Our staff was divided into groups: Math, Science/SS, ELA, Specials, SPED/ENL. We played a bunch of games, and the winning team got a GOAT trophy. Yes, a literal tiny goat trophy. Games included can jam, jumbo pong, corn hole, flip cup, and mat ball. And even though my team lost every single solitary round, we had the best time doing it.

The Art teacher brought us all matching ribbons to wear, and Bibler wore his bow with pride. Gutsin and Wageman were the most competitive in our group, but they had nothing on Todino-Montes from the Science team. I had never heard her swear before. Turns out, competition brings out a whole new vocabulary!

To wrap up the festivities, Admin bought us lunch—subs and French fries—which was absolutely perfect. Especially after we gave up so many runs in mat ball that someone really should’ve mercy ruled us. All that losing made us hungry. 

All in all, it was a great day. Professional development, but fun. I'm actually looking forward to our next one! 

Me, Rashad, Gutsin, Wageman, Bibler, and Dana

5th Horseman by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro

I just finished The 5th Horseman by James Patterson, and I think we’ve officially hit my favorite of the series so far. Things are getting wild in Women’s Murder Club world, and I’m here for it.

First off, I’m definitely liking Yuki more, even though she’s a lawyer. I know, I know — but she’s scrappy and dramatic and brings just the right amount of chaos to the group. She also had some genuinely strong moments in this one, and I’m starting to root for her in a big way.

Now let’s talk crime. Or should I say crimes. There were three major cases packed into this book, and somehow it didn’t feel crowded — it just felt like a great weekend binge read. The car murders came first, and honestly, that could’ve been a whole book on its own. I was fully invested. Then we had Dr. Garza, who let his ego go unchecked and ended up with a dead body in his house. Classic. And just when I thought we were wrapping up, here comes The Night Watcher, a nurse who helps people “cross over” by murdering them and putting buttons on their eyes. I repeat: BUTTONS ON THEIR EYES. That image is going to haunt me, and I weirdly loved it.

The pacing? No notes. Patterson’s short chapters and rotating POVs keep things zipping along. It’s the literary version of “just one more episode,” except it’s 2am and you’ve finished half the book without realizing it. I love how the momentum builds — even when we shift storylines, it never drags.

Also, Yuki’s mom. I could hear Yuki imitating her in my head and it cracked me up. The accent, the tone, the sheer mom-ness of it all. As someone who lovingly mocks her own mother (because it’s how we show affection, obviously), it hit close to home in the best way.

All in all, creepy, twisty, fast-paced, and somehow still funny in places. I was genuinely surprised by some of the turns this one took, and even more surprised that juggling three storylines didn’t trip it up. This series is getting better with each book, and I’m already eyeing the next one like it owes me money.

The Whispering Room by Dean Koontz (Jane Hawk #2)

If you thought Jane Hawk was intense in The Silent Corner, just wait until you see her in The Whispering Room. She’s still “dead,” still on the run, and somehow even more relentless. Dean Koontz wastes no time cranking the tension back up as Jane keeps digging into the creepy mind-control conspiracy that’s already way deeper than it should be.

This one has a bigger scope—more players, more locations, and more truly awful people in positions of power doing what awful people in power tend to do. Jane’s mission feels even more urgent here, and her ability to stay two steps ahead of just about everyone continues to be both impressive and borderline supernatural. (Honestly, if I tried half the things she pulls off, I’d have tripped over my shoelace in chapter two.)

The sci-fi element gets a little wilder in this one, but Koontz keeps it grounded just enough to make it feel possible—which is maybe the most unsettling part. It moves fast, there are some great side characters, and of course, there’s a dog (because Koontz).

My only gripe is that there are a few moments where the poetic tangents slow things down a little. Nothing major, just enough to make me glance at the page count now and then. Still, the suspense holds, the writing is sharp, and Jane remains a compelling force of nature. I gave it 4 out of 5 stars—super solid second book, and I’m definitely sticking with the series.

Dirt by Stuart Woods

I went into Dirt hoping for a fast-paced mystery with a sharp protagonist, but what I got was a little more... bedroom than boardroom. Stone Barrington, our leading man, didn’t do much for me—his constant romantic escapades felt like filler, and I found myself flipping ahead just to get back to the actual plot.

While the story had its moments (Amanda's murder was a genuine surprise), the pacing overall dragged. I didn’t find many of the characters likeable—Amanda was grating, and Arrington’s temper didn’t help her case much. Honestly, no one really stood out in a good way.

The setting, though, was well-done. The world of New York media, complete with anonymous faxes spilling scandalous secrets, felt plausible and added a bit of edge. Still, the premise couldn’t quite carry the weight of my dwindling interest.

I wouldn’t recommend Dirt unless you're already a fan of the series. That said, I’m willing to give Stuart Woods another shot—this is only the second book in the Stone Barrington series, and maybe things pick up down the line. This one, in my humble opinion, is a 2 out of 5. At this point, I’m just hoping Stone Barrington eventually solves a case with his brain instead of his boxers. 

Thunderbolts*

Steven and I finally went to see Thunderbolts*! We're both big Marvel fans, so it's kind of a tradition. We never go opening weekend—those crowds are not part of our superhero origin story—but we always make time for a movie date once things calm down. And honestly? It was good! Not the best Marvel movie ever OMG... but definitely a fun ride.

Let’s talk about Yelena for a second. Her sarcasm? Dry as sandpaper and just as sharp. I could watch her roll her eyes and throw shade for two solid hours and walk away feeling spiritually fed. The whole new team is kind of a beautiful disaster—Red Guardian is perpetually confused but loveable, and Walker still gives off big “Captain America's awkward cousin" energy. But somehow it all works.

The standout “love to hate her” performance goes to Valentina. Julia Louis-Dreyfus absolutely ate that role. She's like if Elle Woods ran the CIA but had zero morals. I adored it.

Steven’s review was, in typical Steven fashion, short and to the point: “It was okay.” He’s holding out hope for deeper character arcs in the next films, but he’s definitely still on board.

Favorite moment? Easy: when Yelena whispers “We own you” to Valentina near the end. I could’ve slow clapped. It was savage in the best way.

And poor Bob! I mean, the guy really tried his villain best but was so clueless when not The Void I actually felt bad for him. You kind of want to give him a sandwich and send him to therapy.

Overall, Thunderbolts* sets up the next Marvel chapter pretty nicely. Is it Avengers-level epic? Not yet. But it’s laying down some juicy groundwork. If you're a Marvel fan, you have to see it. It's the beginning of our next big adventure—and I, for one, am totally here for it.

The Truth About the Devlins by Lisa Scottoline

I really wasn't feeling well today, woke up all stuffy with a sore throat, so I decided that a day on the couch with a book was in order. 

At first glance, The Truth About the Devlins reads like your standard rich-people drama: wealthy family, lots of power, zero communication skills, and enough dysfunction to fuel a year’s worth of therapy bills. The Devlins are a high-powered family of lawyers—think sharks in suits—with a black sheep brother, TJ, who’s doing his best just to stay sober and out of trouble. Naturally, they treat him like a ticking time bomb. Every time the man so much as sneezes, someone accuses him of falling off the wagon. It's exhausting.

Then big brother John drops a bombshell: he might’ve killed someone and wants TJ’s help. And when the situation gets messy, guess who gets thrown under the bus? That’s right—TJ. Because if you can’t trust family to betray you for their own gain, who can you trust?

Despite this rocky start, the family’s arc is surprisingly redemptive. Lisa Scottoline does a solid job of peeling back the layers to show that even cold, sharp-suited people in McMansions can find their way back to what actually matters: family, not just the money or the cover-ups.

The heart of this story is TJ, and honestly, he’s the reason I was so invested. He’s a recovering alcoholic and ex-con, struggling to rebuild his life while surrounded by people who treat him like a walking relapse. His story hit hard. I’ve known people in similar battles, and Scottoline captures that lonely, uphill fight with a lot of empathy. When TJ relapsed, I just wanted to jump into the book, sit beside him at Jesse’s grave, and remind him he wasn’t alone.

And then there’s John. Oh, John. He had everyone fooled. The golden boy turns out to be deeply flawed, and watching TJ slowly unravel the truth was so satisfying. John’s descent from beloved son to walking house of cards was one of the book’s most surprising turns.

Thematically, the book dives deep into the tension between family loyalty and personal integrity. At first, the Devlins choose loyalty—but the twisted, code-of-silence kind that leads to coverups and consequences. Gabby, TJ’s sister, is the one who reminds everyone that integrity matters more. When she admits she turned John in to the FBI? Finally. Someone doing the right thing for the right reasons.

Pacing-wise, this book was a ride. It hooked me on page one and never let go. I read it in a single sitting—because how do you put down a book that opens with, “Hey, I think I might’ve killed someone”?

As for the legal drama, it’s there, but it doesn’t swamp the story. It raises the stakes and gives weight to the personal conflicts without turning into a courtroom procedural. Perfect balance.

Trope-wise, this book hit a few sweet spots on my tracker:

• Everyone Has Secrets (so. many. secrets.)

• Strong, Lone Wolf with a Past (hello, TJ)

• Powerful People Doing Terrible Things (John really carried this one)

In short: if you like crime thrillers with heart, family dysfunction, personal redemption, and a main character you’ll want to root for with your whole soul, The Truth About the Devlins should be at the top of your list. I’m giving it 5 out of 5 stars and would definitely recommend it to anyone who enjoys mysteries with emotional depth and flawed, unforgettable characters.

My Lilac Bush Bloomed!

 

4th of July by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro

I just finished 4th of July by James Patterson, and let me tell you, Lindsay Boxer really needed a break. After getting shot and then sued, you’d think she’d take some time to unwind — but nope. She can’t help herself. I get it; I’m the same way. Even when I’m off for the summer and not teaching, I’m still thinking about lesson plans. The mental switch just never flips off.

The central crime in this book was wild: a serial killer (or so you think) who kills people and then whips them? I mean… that was new for me. And then when it turns out there are actually three killers, all with their own messed-up justifications? Wow. Sometimes people seriously scare me.

The courtroom drama really amped up the tension for me. As a former legal secretary, I know firsthand that you can never predict what a jury will do. When the jury in Lindsay’s trial asked if they could limit the dollar amount to be awarded, my heart just sank. And yes, lawyers like that defense attorney? They’re out there. As egocentric and full of themselves as ever.

One subplot that really stood out was Keith, the auto mechanic. I liked that guy! And then — bam — plot twist: he’s one of the killers. Why, Keith, WHY? Why would you flirt with a cop if you’re out committing serial murders? That’s some next-level dumb.

The setting, Half Moon Bay, gave the story such a perfect contrast. It’s this peaceful little town where you’d never expect bad things to happen — and yet here come brutal murders shaking everything up. It’s the kind of backdrop that makes the crimes feel even more jarring.

Pacing-wise, the book hit the sweet spot. I was completely hooked but could still set it down long enough to get some sleep — and then eagerly pick it back up again the next morning. Patterson and Paetro know how to keep you on the line without making you feel like you’re sprinting breathless through the pages.

And let’s talk about those twists. First, Keith (still shaking my head), then Carolee — the sweet baking lady?! She’s showing up with cakes and planning to skin people alive? Total whiplash. And Bob the lawyer? Buddy, what were you thinking? I didn’t see any of those reveals coming, which is exactly how I like my thrillers.

Lindsay’s personal struggles were another highlight. The weight of the trial, the nightmares, the pull to get back to work, the joy of making new friends, and then the crushing disappointment when those friendships collapse — it all felt authentic. Also, I really appreciate how her romance is written. Just enough detail to get the point across without heading into “too much information” territory. That’s one reason I don’t usually read pure romance novels — I don’t need to know everything, thanks!

By the end, I was left wanting more — in the best way. I’m thrilled that the trial worked out for Lindsay and the killers were caught, but now I’m eager to see how Yuri’s character develops in future books. I liked Jill, and I’m curious whether Yuri will slide into that same role of friend and ally.

Honestly, I’d recommend this book to pretty much anyone: fans of crime thrillers, psychological thrillers, light romance, even horror readers. It’s got a little something for everyone.

One last thought — I noticed that 2nd Chance and 3rd Degree were written with Andrew Gross, while 4th of July was co-written with Maxine Paetro. I definitely enjoyed this one more than the first three. Coincidence? Maybe. But who better to help write about a Women’s Murder Club than another woman? It’s possible the shift in co-author style made a difference I didn’t consciously pick up on — but my brain definitely appreciated it.

Five out of five stars from me — because any book that can keep me up past bedtime, make me yell “Keith, you idiot!” out loud, and remind me why I’m glad I left the legal world behind deserves all the gold stars. Patterson and Paetro, you’ve earned yourself a fan — now excuse me while I go lock my doors and double-check the baking lady next time she shows up with cupcakes.

Steal by James Patterson (Instinct #3)

If you love a good murder mystery with twists that make you go, “Wait, what just happened?” Steal by James Patterson is a ride you’ll want to hop on. The third book in the Dylan Reinhart series is fast-paced, filled with surprises, and just the right amount of sarcasm (from both the plot and the characters).

Dylan Reinhart is, hands down, the star of this show. His quick wit and dry humor are so spot-on that I’m pretty sure we’d be best friends — especially if we all went out for wine (Dylan, his husband, and me). He's that guy who can keep you on your toes with a punchline and still make you feel like you’re part of his inner circle.

The plot? Wild. There are so many moments where I found myself thinking, “Did I just read that right?” The suspense keeps you guessing, and just when you think you’ve figured it out, Patterson pulls the rug out from under you. The Russian crime boss? Not the bad guy! The big reveal — that Mathias von Billionaire Jerk is behind his son’s kidnapping — totally threw me off. Who does that? Seriously, the man’s got issues. It felt like an Olympic-level betrayal. I was not ready for that one. 

Patterson’s signature short chapters are a godsend. They keep the action moving, even when the pace slows down a bit. You don’t have time to get bored because just when you think things are settling, bam, another twist. His style is addictive, and I’m always hooked, page after page.

One of the funniest lines comes when Dylan quotes Elizabeth’s take on journalist Grimes: “His libido thinks he's 20, his liver thinks he's 80, and his ego thinks he's the pope.” I’m still laughing. Grimes is that guy — always up in everyone’s business and somehow making it all about him. His antics definitely add some levity to the tension-filled story.

If you love murder mysteries with plenty of plot twists and unexpected endings, Steal is for you. It’s fast-paced, keeps you guessing, and is filled with witty dialogue and a few laugh-out-loud moments. Definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a gripping, fun read.

Killer Instinct by James Patterson (Instinct #2)

I just finished reading Killer Instinct, the second book in James Patterson’s Instinct series, and let me tell you—this one grabbed me right from page one. Literally. It starts with a murder. 

Would I recommend it? Absolutely—especially if you’re already a James Patterson fan or you love crime fiction. This book is like a Law & Order: SVU marathon, but with shorter chapters and less Ice-T. The short chapters kept the story flying along, which is crucial for someone like me, who basically has 2,432 browser tabs open in my brain at all times. I need fast-moving stories or I start mentally reorganizing the pantry while I read.

I liked Elizabeth's character, but Dylan Reinhart really won me over. His sarcasm? That’s my second language. And as a fellow teacher, I felt a kinship with him—because yes, sometimes you have to get creative to keep students in line. (And no, I don’t mean ex-CIA-level creative. But…never say never.)

There were some emotional moments. I was genuinely disappointed when Tracy, Dylan’s husband, left after Dylan came clean about his CIA past. I mean, come on, Tracy—if you love someone, you stay. You compromise. You don’t just pack up because your spouse used to be a spy. That’s prime dinner party conversation material!

The plot moves fast, with terrorism, secret identities, and more twists than a pretzel factory. I was especially fascinated (and slightly alarmed) by the idea of a device called a Halo—a necklace that can hide your face from cameras. Is that real? I don’t know, but now I want one. Not because I’m planning anything sketchy, but because I look terrible in security footage.

My favorite quote? Hands down:

“A straight girl shacking up with two gay white guys who have a black South African baby,” Tracy said, “And we’re all eating Chinese food. This is either a Benetton ad or the pilot for a sit-com that’s trying way too hard.”

That line made me laugh out loud. It’s moments like that—humor tucked into intense scenes—that really made this book shine for me.

Compared to Murder Games, the first in the series, I liked this one more—probably because I read it in print instead of listening to the audiobook. Turns out, I process mysteries better with my eyes than my ears. Who knew?

If I were casting a movie adaptation, I’d pick Nathan Fillion as Dylan Reinhart. He’s got that perfect blend of charm, sarcasm, and “I might secretly be a genius.” And for Elizabeth? Easy—I’d cast my cousin Kristina Jimenez. She’s beautiful, brilliant, and let’s be honest, it’s about time someone in the family got a starring role.

Overall, I’m giving Killer Instinct an 8 out of 10. It was a solid, entertaining read, and I enjoyed it a lot—but not quite enough to re-read. It’s heading to the book exchange pile next time I hit the nail salon. Hopefully, someone else picks it up and enjoys it as much as I did.