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 feel like I’m always in the dark!
I like pink bulbs too and hate the look of the energy-savers. I got lampshades that give the bulbs a glow that I like, though, in gold tones.
Hope you’re feeling better. Migraines are evil. I get them too.
I want to live in a glass house! Lights tend to bother me in general. I guess I could go for glow sticks.
Hmm, and I just changed the chandelier’s light bulbs last week. All but 2 burnt out actually. I wrote a very short, yet strange apocalyptic poem about it. LOL.
But in most cases, I prefer the dark or anything soft. :)
Anyway, just stopping by to say hello and to see if you’re doing okay. I really like the sophisticated look of your blog here, since at the same time, it isn’t too girly for my tastes. lol
Oh, and I can’t wait for the new prompts for CW! :)
Hmmm….. You are not alone. My night light bulb stopped working. Went to hardware store to buy a replacement bulb. With so many bulbs out there I got confused which bulb to buy so I returned home without making a purchase. Stupid me! Only if I had checked the size before leaving the house, I would not have felt so bad about myself.