Cannonball Read 18

Sticking It to Cancer One Book at a Time

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I turned in sleep, shouldering into the dark, glossy water.

I Do Know Some Things by Richard Siken

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I started new dreams without finishing the last, sifting in sleep what I couldn’t sift in daylight. ― Richard Siken, I Do Know Some Things Music was too much to handle. It was overwhelming, but I was afraid of the silence. In the silence, I could hear my thinking: the constant narration of how damaged I was. ― Richard Siken, I Do Know Some Things After meds, I realized I was just another empath in a Denny’s, sinking onion rings in ranch dressing in the […]

Elastic tension lashed their cars together across space, alone on the road, nothing in his head but grief and freedom.

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

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Andrew held the clutch and eased onto the gas, pushing revs while the digital readout reminded him to hold it, wait for the right moment to explode. Sam’s fingers touched the rim of the moon hanging in the sky. A shudder ripped across the bones of Andrew’s forearms, terror and delight and the promise of risk bringing him to life. ― Lee Mandelo, Summer Sons For fuck’s sake Andrew. Is there anything in this scenario that feels heterosexual or well-adjusted to you? ― Lee Mandelo, […]

A little faerie magic and a lot about real world sustainable gardening practices

Shroom for Improvement (Mythical Mishaps #1) by Jemma Croft

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“So, you’ve seen me naked before?” I said. “Oh, yes, many times. You have a beautiful body, by the way.” My cheeks heated. Damn. It had been so long since anybody had complimented me, I was blushing at the disembodied words of a magical house. ​​ ― Jemma Croft, Shroom for Improvement CBR17 Bingo: School Sonny is a professor and his knowledge of mycology is a key part of the story. Sonny Daye has a problem. To complete his research on mushroom glamours, he must […]

The Swining Sixties

Utopia Avenue by David Mitchell

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Yeah, I made a typo, but it’s staying. London, 1967. Bass player Dean Moss is flat-out broke, homeless, and ready to give up on his dreams and head back home to find some dreary menial job for the rest of his life, when he meets a music producer named Levon. Levon hasn’t had much luck so far and this is his last stab at success, so he sets Dean up with folk singer and pianist Elf (short for Elizabeth Frances), drummer Griff and guitarist Jasper. […]

If the “them apples” guy wrote a book, this would be it.

Confessions of an English Opium-Eater by Thomas De Quincey

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What do Usher and St. Augustine have in common? I enjoyed their Confessions more than Thomas De Quincey’s. (Also, both Usher and Augustine were both great dancers in their prime.) There have probably been books that were more disappointing to me that Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, but I can’t think of any right now. Mr. De Quincey’s Confessions first made itself known to me through Nick Tosches’ The Last Opium Den. That book was less about opium and more about the search for something […]

Do not give the sirens call a listen

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I am not sure when everyone slept in We Slept Here, unless it was a drug induced state, but Sierra DeMulder does a lot of other things, too. She does not hold back. She gives you the picture of a girl growing up in a family that allowed abuse. Oh, dad did not hit mom, so that is how they justified it, but it is forever burned into her brain her father yelling and her mother taking it. She does not hold back. She gives […]



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