Links: All About Romance, Queer Desire, & More
Feb. 11th, 2026 07:00 pm
Welcome back!
Hey, remember when I had the flu earlier this year? Well I have it again! Yipee! This sucks!
I also got to talk with KJ Charles today for a separate project and it was so much fun, despite me sounding like a chain smoking frog. I’m going to start dousing my body in hand sanitizer.
On the plus side, I’ve eaten a lot of soup and I love soup.
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After thirty years, All About Romance has announced its retirement. The site will be kept up as an archive, but will not be posting new content.
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Sonja Norwood of Wickd Confections is recreating lost Black American recipes on her Instagram channel. I’ve been following her for awhile and enjoy her stuff!
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This link was sent in by EC Spurlock. Author Olivia Waite is talking about Heated Rivalry and queer desire over at Reactor.
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I’ve been loving Rebecca Black’s post-“Friday” career. Here’s her genius cover of Addison Rae’s “Fame is a Gun.”
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Don’t forget to share what cool or interesting things you’ve seen, read, or listened to this week! And if you have anything you think we’d like to post on a future Wednesday Links, send it my way!
Snowflake #14 - Batfamily Crack
Feb. 11th, 2026 02:09 pmIn your own space, create a promo and/or rec list for someone new to a fandom. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it and include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
I think I did a Star Wars one a while back, so now maybe it is time for #Batfamily Crack to get its own post.
In first place we have Jason Todd POV crack for GRATE JUSTICE: The Right Substitution is Key by AddictedApple
“The Red Hood has been good for Gotham,” Robin continued. “Crime in Park Row decreased by sixty one percent almost as soon as you showed up, and that’s even taking into account all the crime you commit. Drug overdoses have decreased by twenty two percent in adults and seventy nine percent in minors. Homeless minors are ninety two percent less likely to—”
“Kid,” Jason interrupted. “Enough statistics. What the hell is this about?”
Robin slowly lowered the tablet with his powerpoint presentation and looked up at Red Hood.
“You care about Gotham,” Robin summarised. “Gotham needs Batman. Batman is missing and so is Nightwing. We need you to fill in for Batman.”
“You want me to cover Batman’s patrols?” Jason clarified.
“No,” Robin said. “I want you to be Batman.”
Jason bluescreened.
(Or: Batman and Nightwing mysteriously disappear before Red Hood has even started antagonising them, Robin is desperate, Gotham needs Batman, and Red Hood is Batman-Shaped.)
Second and third place are a tie by the same author: Are My Riddles a Joke to You?
& Gotham Knockoff by Raven_of_Hydecastle. Both are more Tim-Drake-Robin centric, feral little shit that he is, and will make you smile 'til your face hurts.
There is not nearly enough Signal fic out there, but The Robin Declaration by waterunderthebridge12 is the best I've read for getting his characterization right while still being funny.
Is now the time to say that I am not really into Dick Grayson's headspace, and most of the Batfam stuff that is from his POV is not really that funny? Moving right along!
Steph! For Stephanie Brown, my beloved flower who hits like a truck, precious goblin mode girl: Sophomores by LakeAwen. Steph&Jason family bonding! Found family and crack: two great tastes that taste great together!
[I will update with Cass-POV crackfic if there ever is any.]
Jason Momoa Will Fight Bugs in Justin Lin’s Helldivers Adaptation
Feb. 11th, 2026 06:42 pmJason Momoa Will Fight Bugs in Justin Lin’s Helldivers Adaptation
Published on February 11, 2026
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We Should Have Asked for Directions: Caitlin R. Kiernan’s “A Travelogue for Oneironautics”
Feb. 11th, 2026 06:00 pmWe Should Have Asked for Directions: Caitlin R. Kiernan’s “A Travelogue for Oneironautics”
Published on February 11, 2026
Welcome back to Reading the Weird, in which we get girl cooties all over weird fiction, cosmic horror, and Lovecraftiana—from its historical roots through its most recent branches. This week, we cover Caitlin R. Kiernan’s “A Travelogue for Oneironautics,” first published in the September 2022 issue of Sirenia Digest. You can also find it in Kiernan’s recent Bright Dead Star collection. Spoilers ahead!
Null: On a crimson sea, a dreamer pilots a dory over mountainous waves and monstrously deep troughs. Sunlight breaks so rarely through the storm-gray clouds that it’s become mythical. Featherless not-seagulls with leathery wings wheel overhead. He doesn’t know his name or that of the woman huddled in his dory, wrapped in tattered sailcloth. She asks if he’s trying to reach shore. He replies that he must be, for he’s come from somewhere and is going somewhere else.
Long ago, the woman lived in a yellow house overlooking the sea. She grew a vegetable garden, so the sun must have shone there. She imagines she traded her name for passage over the sea. Perhaps the dreamer did the same. He assures the woman of his boating expertise, though he’s not sure he’s telling the truth. For all the waves, the air’s windless. Wouldn’t a boatman have noticed that before?
Eines: The dreamer arrives at the cathedral-vast Pumphouse, all brick and wrought iron. He climbs a spiral staircase that rises through a “tireless labyrinth” of machinery. At the top, seven ancient men pore over schematics and blueprints. One complains that the dreamer’s late for his job standing watch. He apologizes and goes to windows overlooking a desert “scrubbed raw by long ages of scouring wind and parching drought.” Nimbostratus clouds flick violet lightning towards the barren ground. What, he wonders, could approach the Pumphouse unseen?
A woman appears beside him, who used to have the guard job. She responds with sarcastic vagueness to most questions, but says the desert was once an ocean. The Pumphouse masters found it inconvenient and risky, so drained it. The wind howls and the dreamer thinks of rain.
Zwei: The dreamer enters an old-fashioned movie theater, where he’s been many times. He sits beside the only other moviegoer, a woman with golden eyes and a wolfish smile. He wishes he’d chosen another seat. The movie begins. It shows the theater exterior, the dreamer entering, seating himself, watching himself watch himself on the screen. He thinks of Russian dolls, infinite regressions. The woman’s breath smells of raw meat. She says the film’s disconcerting at first, but gets better.
Onscreen, the woman becomes an actual wolf which devours the onscreen dreamer. The actual woman assures him it won’t “be anything like that.” On screen, the well-stuffed wolf trots out into the night. The woman assures him that this is where the movie gets good—he’ll enjoy it, she certainly does.
Drei: I drive through the Virginia Appalachians to reach a lake crossed by a limestone bridge. I talk with a floating black sphere; it explains now that there’s “no gender, no sexuality, no race…no religion…” There’s no desire, no dissatisfaction, no need for government, laws, police, or prisons. But when the sphere adds that there’s also no art, I object. People “outgrew both representation and abstraction… outgrew differences in point of view and experience,” without which there is no art, only “perfect global homogeneity.” The lake holds animals from all over the world. The sphere explains that “Anthropogenic biogeographic redistribution” and “habitat reformulation” have corrected evolution and plate tectonics’ failure to distribute resources and experiences evenly. “Sameness is salvation.”
I protest: Not everyone wants to live as “unfeeling black spheres in a homogenized world.” These people, says the sphere, are shown their error, sometimes through “humane somatic discard.” I look at the lake and wonder what’s across the bridge.
Vier: The narrator roams through a deserted town. He wears no watch, nor can he remember the year. Exhausted, he sits on a park bench. Nearby is an enormous live oak, under which the shadows are darker than night itself.
A nondescript dog follows him. It’s very chatty but can’t tell him what befell the town. The dreamer’s the first person the dog’s seen in ages. Can he help it access the canned dog food in the IGA? It also insists he stop looking at that live oak; something might be even hungrier than the dog. The dreamer agrees to go to the IGA.
Fünf: In a library lapsed into “genteel shabbiness” sit six men, including the dreamer. They meet regularly to listen to a true but weird story. The dreamer’s tale concerns a cryptid he discovered while researching the Beast of Gevaudan. He obtained an obscure volume describing a man-made monstrosity used by the Nazis. This “Judenhund” could sniff out Jews but would also kill non-Jews. Its hindbody looked like a greyhound’s. Its forebody had human arms and hands and a face with huge glowing violet eyes. Its other features were hidden under matted white hair, except for rows of sharklike teeth.
The dreamer has also heard of an unpublished account by an Austrian rabbi who immigrated to Israel, The Book of the White Hound. He hasn’t been able to access it yet. As proof of his story, the dreamer produces an eighty-year-old black-and-white photo…
Null: The dory runs aground on a rocky island. The dreamer and woman sit on the beach while not-seagulls wheel overhead. The woman holds a cigar box full of keepsakes: a plastic Virgin Mary, a silver medallion, an antique key. Though the dreamer apologizes for not landing near her home, the woman gives him her box. She discards her tatters and sheds her skin, to emerge as a praying mantis/jellyfish hybrid. It drifts away, leaving the dreamer contemplating the unclimbable black cliffs guarding the island’s interior. Perhaps he’s nameless because he’s only a ferryman. Taking the cigar box, he returns to his dory.
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What’s Cyclopean: The dream sea is “the color of a cardinal’s feathers, the color of sindoor, of Turkey Red and the delicate petals of Remembrance Day poppies.”
The Degenerate Dutch: In a stuffy library, the dreamer tells the story of a Nazi monster created to hunt Jews (and anyone else who happened to be in the way).
Libronomicon:The future of the spheres has removed all books that might offend someone, anyone. Which, eventually, means removing all the books—all “memories of discrimination or slavery or colonialism or genocide or discovery or freedom or joy.”
Presumably this includes the books cited during the storytelling session: Le Démon Pâle: Le Récit d’un Soldat (ostensibly in German despite the title being French), and The Book of the White Hound.
Weirdbuilding: Are those leathery-winged creatures in the sky perhaps nightgaunts?
Ruthanna’s Commentary
I admire authors who can get something story-ish out of their dreams. Mine tend toward “late for a flight while stuck in an overflowing bathroom during the apocalypse,” with emphasis on the terrifyingly unusable toilet. My little corner of the Dreamlands is not the sort that a weird fiction author ought to get assigned, but I suspect that I’m better off not complaining to the management.
Kiernan’s travelogue has that same sense of being stuck in the middle, cut off from either assignment or resolution of goal. But the settings seem worthier of sharing. Dream stories will almost always be fundamentally mood pieces, but I like the way the different dreams interweave, echoing characters and fears and tropes in a way that feels both story-like and dreamlike. [ETA: Unlike Anne, below, it didn’t occur to me that the different dreams might belong to different dreamers. After some consideration, I find them interesting as aspects of the same set of anxieties and obsessions, and am sticking with the idea of one dreamer tossed from dream to dream.]
My first reference for dream stories is usually Lovecraft, who wrote snippets of actual dream, and the Dreamlands themselves—though of course he’s taking a page from Dunsany and Poe. These set the boundaries of what you can do with such a tale: you have to have enough logic for the paragraphs to hang together, but not so much that it stops being plausible as a dream (or a place that’s a source of dreams). You need continuity of mood and setting, but also the weird shifts that make dreams so wondrous and frightening.
Kieran manages that balance admirably. The pumphouse guard struggles with the same uncertain, maybe impossible sort of goal as the man at the tiller, but the pumphouse has also destroyed the sea he was navigating. The woman is an uncomfortable companion no matter where encountered, and regardless of whether she’s a wolf hanging over your shoulder or a mantis-jellyfish abandoning you on a desert island. You’ll never know where you’re going, or if the journey will end, or who you started out as. Emptiness, forgetfulness, endless repetition. And someone keeps counting in German in the background.
Religion weaves through the dream-places too: gospel stations in the “high places” of Appalachia, even in the face of a far-future sphere promising the destruction of all sources of difference (religion included alongside art). A rabbi records a Nazi “hound” with about as much resemblance to a dog as the Hounds of Tindalos.
Travelogues tell you about the places a traveler has gone. Usually, though, they include both landmarks and maps to find them, destinations and routes. Separate those out, and it’s hard to tell which is which. The dory can’t be following a route, because we will never know where it came from or where it meant to go, or even if such things exist. The pumphouse sits amid impassible desert. The Appalachians are unstuck in time. The storytelling library is in New York, but we never see the city out the windows. If you, too, are an oneironaut, you will learn nothing here about how to reach specific places or times. The best you can get is the reassurance that, if you find yourself in one of these dreams—and can remember anything from beyond the dream—you are there in company.
Anne’s Commentary
In their introduction to Bright Dead Star, Kiernan offers insight into two recurring features of their fiction: characters seeing psychiatrists and characters dreaming. About the dreams, they write:
“[My tales] are replete with dream. I would argue this technique isn’t some lazy shortcut to the mind of a character. They are, in the parlance of our computer-battered times, a hack, circumventing the firewall of the conscious mind so that we might access the chewy Tootsie Roll center.”
What a great metaphor. As a veteran Tootsie Pop fan, I know there are basically two kinds of Pop-eaters, those who patiently lick and/or suck away the hard candy coating and those who eventually just bite into the damn shell to free the chocolaty core. Kiernan visualizes the writer using dreams to crunch into a character’s unconscious mind. I’m visualizing the reverse, where the unconscious mind uses dream-tongues and dream teeth to subtly or explosively communicate with the conscious mind. Such a Tootsie Pop would be interactive candy for the adventurous, rather like Monty Python’s Spring Surprise sweetie. (Jump to the sketch titled “Crunchy Frog,” another fine confection manufactured by the Whizzo Chocolate Company.)
Ahem. And now for something incompletely different.
To “A Travelogue for Oneironautics,” Kiernan appends an author’s note. Themself an oneironaut or chronic “dream-sailor,” they often feature dreams in their fiction. Some, part of a longer narrative, are associated with a particular character. Others stand alone, as in “A Travelogue,” allowing readers to decide for themselves what the dreamer-protagonist’s “waking life” might be.
I take up that challenge.
The two “nulls” or “zeroes” bookend “Travelogue.” My guess is that their dreamer’s an avid boater. Maybe he sails on weekends, or takes his bass boat out to hook some big ones, though not as big as that snaky thing underneath his dream-dory. Maybe he’s single in waking life, but wishes he wasn’t, hence the woman who just shows up in his dory. Too bad she morphs into a mantis-jellyfish and slithers off, leaving him alone on the beach. Maybe the dreamer, though a ferryman, does have a name, say, Charon. Maybe his job’s to transport the dead from their little yellow houses to Hades. It’s a bitch of a job, especially if you fall in love with one of your passengers.
Dream “eines”: The real-life dreamer could be a Secret Service agent, or else a mall security guard. From the Pumphouse and Pumphouse masters he envisions, he’s a steampunk fan. He’s in a “What’s it all about” crisis re his career, possibly his whole life. He fanboys Daenerys Targaryen, hence the pale, white-haired, blue-eyed woman who joins him at the windows. The doorkeeper kid isn’t her son but some miscellaneous Targaryen, because you can’t love (or hate) just one.
Dream “zwei”: The real-life dreamer’s a fixture at repertory theaters: A film buff and/or snob. He even knows what a 35 mm Kinoton FP30ST projector is, and his heart beats to its click-click-click. He may be conflicted about his movie obsession, though, hence the way he finds himself watching a movie of himself watching the movie of himself, and so on in infinite regression. In real life, he’d never be brave enough to sit needlessly beside an unknown woman. That this woman turns out to be a maneater reflects his deepest fears. Or is she really only “drawn” as a maneater on screen? Meat-locker breath isn’t a good omen.
Dream “drei”: Here’s a change, a first-person dreamer. In real life, they’re into nature and environmentalism. Their favorite song is Lennon’s “Imagine,” but they wonder if its philosophy is workable. Not to the extremes the black sphere takes it! They’re also a Fahrenheit 451 fan, dream-revising the “Montag-Captain Beatty” conversational duel. They may want to escape over the bridge, but remember its guardrails are rusted out, and if one fell into that lake full of “anthropogenically redistributed” predators, game over.
Dream “vier”: The real life dreamer has watched too many shows about sole-survivors of the apocalypse. A Boy and His Dog might have made him ambivalent in his anxiety. A talking dog would make a good companion post-Armageddon, as long as you could keep it fed. Oops, another anxiety-driver.
Dream “fünf”: The RL dreamer could be a young academic approaching the horrors of an oral defense committee, hence the five other storytellers much older than he. Or he could be a tenured professor having a flashback dream. Walt Whitman’s not his favorite author. The dreamer should ditch his tired Bete du Gevaudan thesis for one about his Judenhund find. But what if the National Library of Israel won’t let him access The Book of the White Hound? This could reflect the dreamer’s struggles to access the Necronomicon or something.
That would be enough to give anyone nightmares.
Next week, join our new longread with Chapters 1-2 of Stephen Graham Jones’ Buffalo Hunter Hunter.[end-mark]
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Harlequin Is Ending Its Historical Romance Line After Nearly 40 Years
Feb. 11th, 2026 05:55 pmHarlequin Is Ending Its Historical Romance Line After Nearly 40 Years
Published on February 11, 2026
Reactor has learned that publisher Harlequin Enterprises plans to shut down its historical romance line.
Founded in 1949, Harlequin quickly established itself as one of the biggest publishers of romance novels in the world. The company led a boom period for romance novel publications throughout the 1960s, and notably launched a major expansion into European markets throughout the 1970s and 1980s.
Launched in 1988, the Harlequin Historical line has long been part of the company’s growth and cultural presence. Its titles helped establish the line as one of the premier sources for romance stories set in various historical periods. Such works have become closely associated with the rise of romance novels in global culture. Though Harlequin Historical has drastically limited the distribution of its physical works in the U.S. beginning in the late 2010s, it remained a significant part of the publisher’s international presence, especially after 2014 when Harlequin was acquired by HarperCollins and its parent company, News Corp.
Now, though, the line is coming to an end. According to a recent email Harlequin sent to its authors (which was also published on the company’s Authors’ Network), Harlequin is shutting down its Historical line in September 2027 (though the spines of titles published at that time will list October 2027). The move includes ceasing U.S. and U.K. retail efforts as well as digital publishing related to the line in those markets. The company reportedly will not acquire any new works for the line moving forward.
An author familiar with the line informed us that Harlequin’s Historical Romance program has suffered through steady reductions over the past several years, including reduced retail presence, narrowed genre focus, and fewer monthly releases. As recently as last year, their move to Regency/Victorian-only titles was presented as a stabilization strategy, and the line was still actively acquiring books under those guidelines. The author says the subsequent decision to end U.S./U.K. retail and digital publishing came as a surprise. While Harlequin will stop acquiring new historical romances, the author suggests the company plans to continue exploiting foreign language rights in markets where historical titles remain strong, and to publish the already contracted works through the planned shutdown period.
We have reached out to Harlequin for further information regarding this decision, but have not received a response as of the time of this writing.
Harlequin’s success in international markets (including the international success of its historical romance line) has certainly been a big part of the company’s recent history. In a 2014 press release from HarperCollins regarding their acquisition of Harlequin, it was noted that the publisher hoped their acquisition would “extend HarperCollins’ global platform, particularly in Europe and Asia Pacific, helping to fuel its international growth strategy.” In a New Yorker piece published that same year, author Adrienne Raphel noted that Harlequin’s industry presence had declined in more recent years, but that the publisher still had a “strong international presence” that offered a “foothold into digital and international markets that HarperCollins and News Corp. will be able to exploit.”
Earlier this year, the company faced criticism over reported experimentation with AI-assisted translation tools after cutting ties with some contracted translators in France. While Harlequin has not publicly linked these moves, taken together they suggest a broader shift toward lowering production costs while maintaining revenue streams from established catalog titles abroad. The company’s recent decision to shutter its previously successful Historical line raises further questions about the future direction of the imprint.
We’ll be sure to update you regarding this story as new information becomes available.[end-mark]
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"Would you give money to a bully to keep him from beating you up every day?"
Feb. 11th, 2026 12:44 pm(Of course, the context was "I think this company was rude to me over the phone, therefore I decided to live without hot water and heating because I have my principles" so, you know, I guess we have different approaches to life?)
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How a Stephen King Character Becomes an Unlikely Source of Hope
Feb. 11th, 2026 05:00 pmHow a Stephen King Character Becomes an Unlikely Source of Hope
Published on February 11, 2026
Photo credit: Bob Mahoney
Photo credit: Bob Mahoney
A lot of Stephen King’s most iconic characters feel all too relevant to our current moment, be they the toxic fan who escalates to far worse, the entity that feeds on a community’s fear and prejudice or the frustrated family man who lets his demons turn him into a monster. His 1977 school-shooter novel Rage, written under his pulpier nom de plume Richard Bachman, was found in the personal effects of so many real shooters that King had his publisher take it out of print.
It seems far rarer for a King character to provide us with a guide to navigate this terrible American moment. His protagonists tend to be varying shades of admirable or sympathetic, but they’re often stuck reacting to the horror with which they’re confronted. This is blessedly not the case, however, with one of his newer creations, the neurodivergent private investigator Holly Gibney.
Holly made her debut as a supporting character in King’s 2014 mystery Mr. Mercedes, enlisted as an assistant to retired cop Bill Hodges as he hunts the titular killer who, in another bit of ominous resonance, killed eight people in a car attack at a job fair. Since then, she’s appeared in the rest of the Hodges trilogy (End of Watch and Finders Keepers) as well as the novels The Outsider, Holly, and Never Flinch and the novella If It Bleeds. Holly is introduced in a position far too many autistic and neurodivergent people will recognize: despite her latent skills at the kind of observation and deduction a detective needs, she’s borderline reclusive and under the thumb of her mother Charlotte, who has conditioned Holly to believe she can’t function in the world or offer it anything. However, under Bill’s guidance, and later through her friendship with her neighbors, siblings Jerome and Barbara Robinson, Holly comes to understand her own strength and capability and starts an investigatory career in her own right.
To see yourself in a fictional character often comes with the corollary of wishing you had more of their strengths and fewer of your weaknesses. Generations of teens have been captivated by Spider-Man, for instance, because he shares their frustrations and struggles but also has superhuman powers. Holly is aspirational in subtler ways—her detective skills aren’t presented as the trope of disability as a superpower or clairvoyance, which even King himself has not been immune to. Holly doesn’t have Will Graham-esque visions that help her get to the bottom of things, she’s just astute, patient, and smart enough to let people underestimate her.
Holly is also, not incidentally, perhaps the single kindest character King has created. Much of modern fiction runs on the assumption, often by male writers, that a strong female character must be relentlessly snarky, violent, and antisocial. Holly is the exact opposite—her friendships with the Robinsons and Bill are a major part of her characterization, and her fierce loyalty and gratitude for them is instantly recognizable to any neurodivergent person who’s worried they might never find their people. She’s got a spirit of bruised but indefatigable optimism that gets her through what she experiences, referred to as “Holly hope” by both her and her friends.
That’s not to say she can’t scrap, of course—every King book featuring Holly has climaxed with her dispatching the antagonist in self-defense, including El Cuco, a murderous, shapeshifting supernatural entity, in The Outsider. She embodies the ethos of “do no harm but take no shit.”
One of my single favorite Holly moments comes in 2023’s Holly, in which she finds herself investigating a string of disappearances that ultimately lead to two elderly married academics who believe in the restorative power of cannibalism (it’s still Stephen King, after all). What ultimately leads Holly to realize the victims have all been snatched up against their will is that all of them had a community, something to live for, loved ones that they wouldn’t have left behind: a college professor who loves his job and boyfriend, a woman who has nominally returned to her family in Georgia despite their having disowned her for being a lesbian, the son of an alcoholic mother who’d been making real progress in getting her drinking under control. Holly has known a life with these ties and without them, and her empathy and gratitude are what make her realize what doesn’t add up.
I’ve loved Holly since I first encountered her, only compounded by Cynthia Erivo’s and Justine Lupe’s performances in the TV adaptations of The Outsider and Mr. Mercedes, respectively. King himself admits to an infatuation with writing the character, saying “I wish she were a real person.” But after the last few weeks, when the news has been wall-to-wall images of a campaign of state terror in Minnesota and its targets standing in solidarity, I appreciate her even more. The streets of the Twin Cities have been filled with Fargo-accented moms and the “helpers” Fred Rogers famously spoke of, not just protesting on the front lines but providing more low-key, behind the scenes mutual aid. Like Holly, they’re not action heroes or revolutionaries–they’re people who love and dare defend their community with whatever talents they have. The state has already extra-judicially murdered two of them, Alex Pretti and Renee Good, and it hasn’t made their neighbors more violent, it’s only made them braver.
To draw on fiction for solace against real evil can become a crutch—witness the popularity of Harry Potter analogies in the first Trump presidency, made awkward by Trump and Harry’s creator having identical views on trans rights. But at their best, fictional heroes can be not just power fantasies but something like secular saints, figures we use as a sort of lantern in the dark to help find a path through uncharted territory. I don’t know if anyone protecting their community in the Twin Cities, or Chicago, or Los Angeles, or Iran, is a fan of Holly Gibney, but seeing those communities has reminded me that everything I love about Holly exists in millions of real people too.[end-mark]
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Mary Balogh, a Boxed Set, & More
Feb. 11th, 2026 04:30 pmGive Me a Reason
RECOMMENDED: Give Me a Reason by Jayci Lee is $2.99! Guest reviewer Lisa gave this an A-:
Give Me a Reason is absolutely packed with restrained passion and yearning. There’s too much hurt between Frederic and Anne for them to initially approach each other, and yet they still want to be together.
An instant USA Today bestseller!
In this modern retelling of Jane Austen’s PERSUASION, a K-drama actress gets her second chance at love with the man she left to save her family, if only she can work up the courage to risk her heart on forever…one last time.
For ten years, Anne Lee told herself that Frederick Nam was her past. To save her father from bankruptcy, she dropped out of UC San Diego to pursue an acting career in Korea. Anne had to stop Frederick from following her and ruining his future. Breaking up with him was the best way she could love him.
After Anne left him, Frederick spent years loving her, missing her, and hating her until he decided to live his life for himself. He followed his dream and became a firefighter in Culver City. He didn’t need romance. He had his work and his friends.
When she returns to Los Angeles, Anne and Frederick find themselves in the same wedding—she as her cousin’s bridesmaid and he as his friend’s groomsman. Even though he is cold and distant with her, Anne can no longer deny that she never got over him. Not even close. As for Frederick, needing to take care of Anne is a habit he can’t seem to kick, but that doesn’t mean he has to forgive her.
Someone to Honor
Someone to Honor by Mary Balogh is $1.99! This is the sixth book in the Westcott historical romance series. Balogh is a favorite at SBTB, especially if you’re looking for tender romances and comfort reading.
First appearances deceive in the newest charming and heartwarming Regency romance in the Westcott series from beloved New York Times bestselling author Mary Balogh.
Abigail Westcott’s dreams for her future were lost when her father died and she discovered her parents were not legally married. But now, six years later, she enjoys the independence a life without expectation provides a wealthy single woman. Indeed, she’s grown confident enough to scold the careless servant chopping wood outside without his shirt on in the proximity of ladies.
But the man is not a servant. He is Gilbert Bennington, the lieutenant colonel and superior officer who has escorted her wounded brother, Harry, home from the wars with Napoleon. Gil has come to help his friend and junior officer recover, and he doesn’t take lightly to being condescended to–secretly because of his own humble beginnings.
If at first Gil and Abigail seem to embody what the other most despises, each will soon discover how wrong first impressions can be. For behind the appearances of the once-grand lady and the once-humble man are two people who share an understanding of what true honor means, and how only with it can one find love.
A Seditious Affair
READER RECOMMENDED: A Seditious Affair by KJ Charles is $1.99! This is a gay historical romance and was the subject of one of our very first Squee from the Keeper Shelf was about this book:
Many congratulations to K.J. Charles proving that it can be done. Romance can incorporate meaty socio-economic and political context into the story-telling. And the resulting tale can be riveting and most definitely hot.
K. J. Charles turns up the heat in her new Society of Gentlemen novel, as two lovers face off in a sensual duel that challenges their deepest beliefs.
Silas Mason has no illusions about himself. He’s not lovable, or even likable. He’s an overbearing idealist, a Radical bookseller and pamphleteer who lives for revolution . . . and for Wednesday nights. Every week he meets anonymously with the same man, in whom Silas has discovered the ideal meld of intellectual companionship and absolute obedience to his sexual commands. But unbeknownst to Silas, his closest friend is also his greatest enemy, with the power to see him hanged—or spare his life.
A loyal, well-born gentleman official, Dominic Frey is torn apart by his affair with Silas. By the light of day, he cannot fathom the intoxicating lust that drives him to meet with the Radical week after week. In the bedroom, everything else falls away. Their needs match, and they are united by sympathy for each other’s deepest vulnerabilities. But when Silas’s politics earn him a death sentence, desire clashes with duty, and Dominic finds himself doing everything he can to save the man who stole his heart.
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The Man Who Fell to Earth: A Provocative Contemplation of Corruption and Despair
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Wednesday is still not sleeping very well
Feb. 11th, 2026 04:04 pmWhat I read
Finished Cakes and Ale, which is partly that early C20th litfic convention of a first-person narrator who just happens be around to hear a lot about the actual protags and the plot or at critical moments of same, but actually complicates it with Ashenden knowing that Rosie is not actually dead as everyone else supposes. Not sure the ending really worked.
I then, having got into an Edwardian/Georgian novelist rhythm, went 'ah! time for some Arnold Bennett! the one about the hotel', except I picked up The Grand Babylon Hotel (1902), which is 1900s thriller hijinx mode with European royalty shenanigans, false identities, etc etc (though I was wondering whether it might adapt into a screwball comedy movie?), and wasn't actually the one I'd read many years ago that I was thinking of.
Which was Imperial Palace (1930), which struck me as, although lacking the highspeed thriller plot element, remarkably like D Francis in its fascination for infrastructure (in this case, running a luxury hotel in London) and competence porn. The running-the-hotel bits and the trials posed for the new supervising housekeeper are, perhaps, at least these days, more interesting than the bits involving Hotel Manager and Rich Man's Daughter Gracie. To give her (and actually, Bennett as author) her due, she is not, whereas she would be in a lot of novels by his contemporaries, an unmitigated bitch (Aldous Huxley's Lucy Tantamount) or a tragic bitch (Michael Arlen's Iris Storm), she has some good points and was a competent racing driver, but she is still annoyingly entitled and egocentric.
I took a break from this because I suddenly had a whim to re-read Mary Renault, The King Must Die (1958) for the first time in absolute yonks. You know, Mary, the sexism and misogyny is not entirely just being Accurate for Period, is it, hmmmm? There is some great stuff in there, but.
On the go
Imperial Palace is very long, and still on the go.
Up next
I think I am up for some Agatha Christie, seriously.







