My Year in Reading: 2025

A roundup of some books I enjoyed throughout this past year, in categories I’m inventing on the spot.

Book I Looked Forward to so Much I Requested it for Christmas, and it Fulfilled My Anticipation

Bread of Angels, a memoir, by Patti Smith

I finished reading Smith’s memoir moments before starting this blog post. I generally only buy books by local authors or writers I know. Everything else comes from the public library. But I wanted a copy of this for my own and suggested my husband could buy it for Christmas.

A good portion of the book covers her childhood years. What’s fascinating, and maybe a little validating to me, is that such an extraordinary person didn’t have any kind of private lessons, go to summer camps, or travel at all growing up, as her parents were working class and made just enough money to feed and house the family. Largely, she and her siblings were left to their own devices, which meant they were free to make discoveries, develop initiative, and hone their imaginations.

Notable quote:

“This is what the writer craves, in a cafe in the earliest hours, in an empty drawing room of a hotel, or scrawling in a notebook in the pew of a silent cathedral. A sudden shaft of brightness containing the vibration of a particular moment…The unsullied memory of unpremeditated gestures of kindness. These are the bread of angels.”

If there’s a secondary theme, it might be summed up near the end, after she has recounted her efforts to continue a meaningful life after a tsunami of huge personal losses left her to bring up her children and reconstruct a career on her own.

“We are on this chessboard Earth, we attempt to make our moves, but at times it seems as if the great hand of a disinterested giant haphazardly sends us on a trajectory of stumbling. What do we do? We step back and seek within ourselves what is needed to be done and serve the best we can.”


Best Armchair Travel

Hidden Libraries: the World’s Most Unusual Book Depositories, DC Helmuth.

This book explores some of the world’s most unusual libraries–everything from a little free library built into a hollow tree to a “future library” that solicits authors to write stories not to be read for a hundred years. I shed a tear reading about the plundering a destruction of the great Mayan libraries of old, of which only 20 volumes were known to escape. On the other hand, I was filled with inspiration discovering the lengths people have gone to in order to make sure others have access to books, including biblioburros serving remote mountain regions and underground libraries in London created during WWII.


New Interpretation of One of My Favorite Classics

James, Percival Everett

We’ve all read Mark Twain’s story from Huck Finn’s point of view. Now Percival Everett has added a much-needed perspective by showing us events through Jim’s eyes, which at times means the brutality of slavery is shown more starkly than in Twain’s work. I believe this is an especially important book at this very moment in time.


Most Civic-Minded and Informative Nonfiction Book

Who is Government, the Untold Story of Public Service, Michael Lewis

A fascinating read, containing chapters by various authors, each of them doing a deep dive on one person or group within the federal government, showing what work they do and how it helps us all.

The first chapter is about a former coal miner turned engineer who made it his life’s mission to prevent roof collapses in mines, the number one cause of on-the-job death for miners. The slate of writers here is impressive – Dave Eggers writing about the Jet Propulsion Lab, W. Kamau Bell explaining what antitrust laws are, Sarah Vowell (be still my heart) taking on the National Archives (be still my heart again.) I learned there’s a woman who has been working at the FDA, trying her best to build some kind of system for medical professionals to use as a repository of information about the treatment of rare diseases.

I hope these folks haven’t all been purged from government by now.


Novel Where the Geographical Location is a Main Character

North Woods, Daniel Mason

This is a novel that spans centuries and several points of view, but remains fixed geographically to one location. One section of forest with a house that endures through several additions and renovations from colonial times on through to present day. A series of connected stories show the lives of various people (and in one case beetles) who inhabit it throughout the years, vivid and complicated characters all.

The writing is absolutely gorgeous, especially his nature descriptions. I would read it all over again just for those passages. There are surprising turns in the plot, but ones that make sense. After they’ve been sprung, you can see how the path was leading there all along.


Most Awe-Inspiring Book of Nature Writing

Close to Home: the Wonders of Nature Just Outside Your Door, Thor Hanson

If you’ve read my blog even sporadically, you’ll know why I was drawn to this nonfiction book. Thor Hanson is a biologist who wants to let us know we are all part of nature and that wonders are all around us. We don’t have to go farther than the nearest patch of green outside our doors, whether that be our own yard or a city park, to make discoveries and experience awe-inspiring biodiversity. The more we experience it, the more we will want to protect it.

He spends a lot of time describing the amazing variety he encounters within 100 feet of his house. This is interspersed with accounts of other naturalists who have increased our knowledge of the natural world simply by going outside and being observant. He has a real facility for describing plants, animals, fungi, and even air in a way that brings it all to life on the page.


Charming and Downright Delightful Graphic Novel That Left Me With a Warm Glow

Pumpkinheads, Rainbow Rowell and Faith Erin Hicks

I don’t read a ton of graphic novels, but I picked this one up for a reading challenge and found an unexpected treasure.

If you’re looking for a low-stress, but still engaging book, here you go. This is a sweet little tale about two high school seniors who are work besties finishing out their last ever shift together at a pumpkin patch. As one of them encourages the other to (finally) find and talk to the girl he’s been crushing on, they take the reader on a tour of the whole place in a madcap goose chase as they stay one step behind her. 

Lots of fun and great artwork. Speaking of the illustrations, pay close attention because a couple of wordless subplots take place there.


I read many more books, but these are the highlights I felt like sharing. Here’s to new literary adventures in 2026!

On Today’s Walk: Exploring & Experiencing

I generally don’t listen to audiobooks or music or anything on my phone during my pedestrian rambles. I also don’t usually set any kind of goal, track my walking speed, or try to solve any of my personal problems. No shade intended for those who get something different from walking. I’m simply describing how the practice is meaningful to me. My brain tends to hyperdrive most of the time, and this is how I find some balance in my life.

As much as possible, I like to adopt a child’s mind approach, open to exploration and experience, to a sense of wonder for whatever I might happen upon. Three phenomena caught my attention today.

First, I was walking near a sweetgum tree. Nonetheless, it took me a minute to realize what the darker object in this photo is.

Closeup of autumn ground cover including a tawny-colored, spiky Sweetgum seedball and an old, weather-beaten, grayish seedball with the spikes worn off.
New and old

At first, I thought it might be an old paper wasps’ nest that had fallen to the ground. But when I picked it up, I realized it was much too solid and hard. Only when I spotted a newly shed Sweetgum seedball nearby did I realize this is what they look like when they’ve been around a while and weathered difficult times. Doesn’t it look a lot like a wasps’ nest, though? Nature’s repeating patterns, I suppose.


Second item was a not-small hole in the ground. It looked like perhaps someone had dug out a small tree and forgot to backfill. Or else dug a hole for a tree and then never managed to plant it?

I estimate the hole to be somewhere between 1 and 1/2 to 2 feet on the long side. Definitely big enough my entire shoe would have fit in. I tried to plumb the depths through the leaf fill using a stick I found, but I’m not sure if I hit the bottom. I’d say it’s at least as deep as it is long.


The third wonder of the day was this patch of grass that’s a completely different hue than all the grass around. Did a spaceship set down here? I don’t really believe that. But why is it like this?

From a distance, it looked like it could be straw or hay spread on the ground. But it’s just monochromatic grass. Pacing it off, I came up with a guessed measurement of around 30 feet by 50 feet. It couldn’t be space aliens, of course. But how about fairies?

Truly, you don’t have to travel to distant lands to be an explorer. I’ve been walking around this same neighborhood for 20+ years, and I see new things all the time. It’s just a matter of noticing them.

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On Yesterday’s Walk: Merry Christmas

Christmas Eve at our house was peaceful and good, with just the three members of the household. The husband had to work part of the day but got off early. The grown son who lives here works from home and sets his hours, so he often takes his dinner up to his room and eats at the keyboard while creating code. But yesterday, he not only joined us for the whole meal, he wore his good jeans (no holes) and a nice sweater. We’re pretty casual and have never enforced a holiday dinner dress code, but I appreciated the effort.

Our family tradition is to have all the hoopla, including gift opening, on Christmas Eve, followed by a relaxed Christmas Day. I had four packages under the tree, and they were a perfect encapsulation of love to me. One I had requested specifically, the new Patti Smith memoir, Bread of Angels.

Book cover: Bread of Angels, Patti Smith, a memoir.

Aside from that, the guys got me a daily desk calendar with quotes from well-known women, a non-skid bathmat for the tub (after I nearly fell a couple weeks ago and made some drama about being on the verge of my first bad “old person” experience) and a reflective vest to wear for those occasions I find myself walking after dark (pretty much every weekday in midwinter, as the sun is already down by the time I stroll home from work.)

My loved ones care about my safety and they care about my inspiration and fulfillment. I received gifts that center the wellbeing of both body and soul. How about that spirit of Christmas, there? Pretty well captured, I’d say.

I got a chance to use my reflective vest already. We’re experiencing near record warm temperatures here, so the three of us took an evening stroll around the neighborhood to look at Christmas lights and decorations. We didn’t even need coats!

This was my favorite house:

Nighttime scene. House outlined with colored Christmas lights. A large skeleton wearing Santa clothes and beard stands next to a skeleton reindeer in the front yard.

The little bit at the bottom is a reflection on a car hood. I didn’t crop it out because I like the effect.


Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! And a wish for joy and peace to all, whether you celebrate Christmas, something else, or it’s just Thursday to you!

I’ll end with one of my favorite songs of the season with some of my favorite performers–John Denver and the Muppets. I listen to The Peace Carol several times every December.

On Today’s Walk: Sidewalk Petroglyphs

I talked my son into taking a little stroll with me around the neighborhood today, and we ended up on a stretch of sidewalk I don’t walk frequently.

Me: What is that?
Son: Looks like a crab. Maybe.

Sidewalk with a crab figure etched into the cement. The tips of two gray tennis shoes visible a step away.
Shoe tips left in for size reference.

Half a block later…

Me: You were right. It’s all spelled out in front of us.

Pavement with crab etched into it beneath the word "crab," also etched.
About the same size as the other one.

A half block after that:

Were these footprints left by the artist?

Sidewalk with shoe imprints in the cement.
It was then I carried you…

We may never know.

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