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I loved Close Your Eyes: A Fairy Tale, a beautiful novel set in early 1400’s Northern Europe. I felt as though I was at the mercy of a skilled storyteller as Samuel wove together several narratives You can purchase it here. She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books

and Karen O’Hara’s eight-year-old deaf daughter Scarlett who disappears from the family home while her father is away on a trip for work and her mother is organizing a conference on a zoom call. I couldn’t stop reading! She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books

Lissa will be giving away the Glass and Feathers swag pictured here to one lucky attendee! I hope to slip in a couple of unofficial fun meetings into the mix as well.

This week's pick: My Mom’s Okra Soup I don’t like okra, but I do like this soup. cheap favorite from childhood, and most people will eat it, even if they fish out the okra bits, like I You can buy it fresh, but probably not in the Midwest, where I live. I think some diced celery and peppers sautéed with the onions might add to the savoriness of the soup I also think a cup or two of diced ham in place of the ham bone would be just fine.

talking map (on my phone), a stylish pair of seven-league sneakers, and plenty of snacks, my husband and I It was an epic adventure, and as soon as we returned, I set our travels down in ink and sent my manuscript It wasn’t until the design of the article was well underway that I learned some top-secret news: Thomas So, like any fairy tale protagonists with tasks to complete, my husband and I resumed our journey, returning “You can’t miss her.” He was right.

husband leaves her for his assistant. hidden diary of John Dee, an astronomer and mathematician who served as an advisor to Queen Elizabeth I. You can find it here . Her debut novella, Selkie Moon , was released in 2025. her at https://kellyjarviswriter.com/

But since the death of her uncle, she must go without and satisfy the hunger of others. And then, of course, she must also serve her brutish cousin, who is hungry for her. Things get worse as time goes on and the enemy army approaches, laying siege to her home. The tale reimagined here is one of the grimmest from the Brothers Grimm: The Juniper Tree. Her story   is a gut-wrenching read, the kind that had me whispering,  no, no,  in horror as I hung on

I asked. I’ve never had a child. She stroked a half-heart birthmark on her cheek. Then I shooed them away so I could sleep. His tiny breaths warmed my palm as I stroked his cheek. Hush. Mama’s here. I was only in his world when I dreamt. I needed a way to help him remember me. I would use it to trap that false mother, the Dreamkeeper, hoping her dream-mist form would slip inside

Close your eyes, click your heels three times and whisper: “I am infinite possibility.” Listen. As do I. Trip trap typing on my magic mirror I conjure the words from each precious heart thud spiraling rosy unravel in an endless river of poppies, poppies, poppies red as my hood, red as my blood from the finger I pricked on the endless spinning wheel on this spinning rock in a spinning galaxy of stars—I dream.

I have long been a fan of Theodora Goss’ hauntingly beautiful writing, but her latest collection, Letters Goss, who was born in Hungary and immigrated to the United States during her childhood, uses her personal In selections like Dora/Dora: An Autobiography  and To Budapest, With Love , Goss explores her childhood Goss uses her extensive talents to present multiple variants of complex characters while also rounding You can find it here .

Though I prefer the kitchen cauldron, Rosemary, basil, and sage - Maidens all must take their turn Dancing Revolution in my heart Oleander, hemlock, and pennyroyal - My shoe’s secret in the cup, I offer the King

She’d never had the stamina for crafts herself, despite Grandma’s urges: “I think you’ll find you have Her hair floated round her head, the silver only streaks. "I don't know anything about patchwork, Grandma." "Never mind that, Lizzie. The puddles! I need my spirit to be healed, thought Lizzie. But how? Sleep eluded her for the rest of the night. "Where should I go?" “Anywhere you like. Excuse me, another admission to log."