Under Vixen’s Mere is one of those novels that quietly gets under your skin and then refuses to leave.
From the opening pages, the prose immediately stood out to me. It’s spare without ever feeling sparse—clean, confident, and quietly assured. Dialogue and description are held in careful balance, each doing its work without calling attention to itself. Nothing strains for effect, and that sense of restraint builds trust early on, inviting the reader to settle in and follow where the story leads.
What makes this book especially satisfying is its sensory richness. The attention to detail is so precise you can practically smell the bread cooling on the racks, the sharpness of cheese, the damp stone after rain. It is comfort reading with substance: sunshine and laughter paired with the everyday complications life throws at us, and the quiet resilience required to meet them.
This is not a book about capital-H heroes. Instead, it centers on people who engage in small acts of service, kindness, and yes, heroism—not for recognition or glory, but because it was the right thing to do in the moment. These are stories of people showing up when it would have been easier not to.
The Locked Room is clever, cozy without being complacent, and deeply satisfying for puzzle-lovers. If you adore classic detective fiction but crave a fresh perspective, Harriet White deserves a place on your shelf—and very likely, in your reading rotation for a long while to come.
About the Book: A Treatise on Martian Chiropractic Manipulation and Other Satirical Tales Human beings are flawed creatures, and humor is the perfect means to exploit the endless fodder of our shortcomings. This multi-genre collection of twenty-one short satirical stories will leave you smirking, chuckling, scratching your head, and maybe even muttering to yourself […]
I hope your skin isn’t bothering you as much now, Melissa. Having had poison ivy a bunch of times and general allergies to just about everything to boot, I’m well aware of how miserable itchy skin can be.
You might think about buying a pair or two of fleece socks. They’re heavenly!
I was thinking of my wearing my husband’s socks too because he will be gone for 2 weeks and I will cuddle in front of the tv with my blanket!
Here via Michele’s, have a happy day :)
Yes. Those are perfect!
Thanks for the Attaboy over at Thumper’s blog, Melissa.
life’s little offshoots are enjoyable aren’t they?
Happiness is, I think, having a woman that will wear your socks when you’re away and will hug you when you come back.