Wednesday, April 02, 2025

What I Read: March 2025 Edition

I read and listened to quite a number of books in March; this post took so long to write I almost scrapped it. But also, I found a lot of joy in these books last month, so why not share the wealth? Here we go:

1-3, 5. Heartstopper, Volumes 2-5 by Alice Oseman 🕮
I'm up to date with the series (a sixth volume is promised but not out yet) and my love for the story is unwavering. Oseman does such a great job at capturing teen romance: all the awkwardness and insecurities that accompany that age and the influx of hormones. I will add that Vol. 3 only got four stars from me because there was an implausible side story about the teachers, but then Vol. 4 came through pulling on my heartstrings while focusing on Charlie's mental health crisis. It's all so so so so good; I truly recommend it ✮✮✮✮✮

4. Lakewood by Megan Giddings🎧
This book is probably better as a physical read-- I will concede that there is something "lost in translation" when listening to an audiobook--but I did not feel grounded in the story at all. It's about a girl hard up for money volunteering to be a test subject at a research center that was paying a shit-ton of money (to her), but it all feels very Henrietta Lacks-ish. I can't even tell you what ended up happening because I was all the way lost. One day I'll read the actual book and see what I missed. ✮✮

6. The Midnight Feast
 by Lucy Foley🎧
This novel had everything I've been loving about audiobooks by British authors: multiple POVs and narrators; a mystery; tons of potential suspects with good reason to be the culprit; and a convoluted but good plot. Basically this posh woman promotes this expensive, clean-living lifestyle, which is a farce, of course, and uses her inherited mansion as a resort for her sheep/followers. Except she's a total bitch who hurt some people back in the day, and the time has come for her to pay the piper. OOOH it's so good, y'all should read it. ✮✮✮✮

7. On the Hustle by Adriana Herrera🎧
ALRIGHTY NOW. In a world where spicy romance novels barely have a grasp of the English language, Herrera bursts on the scene with PLOT, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, and a good amount of spice for the heathens (LOL!). It absolutely helps that the characters are New Yorkers, and the narrator is an amazing reader, and I was actually rooting for the main couple. The main girl follows bestie to Dallas to chase her dreams; her boss follows her in an effort to woo her. Except she kinda hates him, so how's he gonna make it happen? READ IT AND FIND OUT.  ✮✮✮✮✮

8. Here to Stay by Adriana Herrera🎧
Of course I follow up one with the other (even though this is the first book in the series) because I loved On the Hustle so much, but unfortunately it was just OK. Not spectacular. Still, good plot and characters, but maybe the novelty had worn off? Girl moves to Dallas for a job she believes in, but a consultant threatens to shut it all down. Or does he? Maybe, instead, they fall in love? It's warm and fuzzy but Hustle was better. âœ®âœ®âœ®

9. 
The Christmas Guest by Peter Swanson 🕮
This novella combined my two loves--Christmas stories + murder! An American co-ed studying in London for a semester stays with a British classmate over the Christmas break, contemplates a fling with the friend's brother, has an encounter with a maybe serial killer, and writes all about it in her diary, which is how we, the reader, know all about it. But there's a twist I wish I could tell you but it took me by surprise and I want that for you, too. It was a great read. ✮✮✮✮

10. Nick & Charlie: A Heartstopper Novella by Alice Oseman 🕮
Can't stop, won't stop reading books that take place in this universe. I love everything Nick & Charlie. I'm obsessed with them. This book explores in depth their relationship, and the fact that Nick is about to head off to college while Charlie has to stay behind and finish a year of school, still, oh baby the tension! Do you remember the heartbreak of your first love? It's all over the pages of this book. I'm truly in love with these fictional characters. ✮✮✮1/2

11. A Caribbean Heiress in Paris
 by Adriana Herrera🎧
So thanks to a bookish friend, I tried another book by Herrera, this time the first in the Leonas series (there are two more but there's also a long wait at the library), and I have to say, yes, bring on the rest of the books. It's a historical romance, my first, and I have to applaud Herrera for making it believable that a Dominican-Scottish woman, head of a rum empire, leaves her island home to go to Paris and make a killing in the liquor business. Then she meets a Scottish Duke who's also trying to make a name with his whiskey business. Their worlds collide and an attraction grows. And grows. I was almost convinced to ditch my own boyfriend for a towering Scottish hunk, and y'all know how much I'm not attracted to white men. ✮✮✮✮✮

12, 13 & 15. Revive Me, Parts 1-3 by J.L. Seegars🎧
Hear me out. This author isn't terrible. She has a decent grasp of the language, and how to put a story together, and how to write characters that make the readers care about what happens to them. And she writes a decent spicy scene. HOWEVER, homegirl needs an editor so very bad. A lot of this book was, I don't know, really didn't need to be there. I fast-forwarded and slept through so much of these books I almost didn't include them in my March reads. I don't think I would recommend them unless I let you know that you will be exhausted by her prose a lot of the time. Of course, if you're only here for the smut, have at it. Still, proceed with caution. ✮✮1/2

14. Nine Lives
 by Peter Swanson🎧
After reading how critically acclaimed Swanson's books are, I tried another thriller, one that felt like an homage to Agatha Christie's And Then There Was None, one of my favorite Christie novels. And I was not disappointed. Nine people find their names on a list; they don't know each other and can't think of how they're related to each other, and then one by one, they're murdered. Now, how it all comes together was a bit if a let down, rather pedestrian as far as motives go, but still, I enjoyed the ride, so I'll definitely pick up another of Swanson's books in the future.  ✮✮✮1/2

16. Again by J.L. Seegars🎧
Yes, I'm crazy for choosing another spicy Seegars book, knowing she doesn't know how to edit herself, but it was only five hours long (it's a novella, in the same universe of the Revive Me characters), about a divorced couple at a Mexican resort for their siblings' destination wedding. The ex-hubby is determined to win his ex-wife back. The journey is actually a fun time but I couldn't give it a higher rating because again, Seegars muddied the writing with so many extra sentences that didn't need to be there. The difference between this and Revive Me, though, is that I'd recommend this one. âœ®âœ®1/2

Now, I know that the amount of spicy books I've read last month makes me out to be some sort of horny housewife, but trust that this Jaded New Yorker mostly rolls her eyes and laughs at how the men growl while they climax, women end up with blown pupils because the sex is so good, and couples keep confusing lust with love and I'm supposed to believe it. It's all very entertaining, though. Jaded Bae even commented, as I laughed out loud at a particular scene: "It doesn't work for you because you think love is a joke." 

He ain't never lied.

Love & Balls,
Jaded
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ain't it fun
livin' in the real world?
ain't it good
bein' all alone?

Friday, March 21, 2025

I Did a Crazy Thing: Favorite Chef Contest

So we've established that I love to cook, right? Well, I saw this random competition for aspiring chefs and thought, why note? It's one of those popularity contest type of competitions where you ask people to vote for you, and the most votes win. Yes, I signed up at like three in the morning when I should have been asleep. Shut up.

I kind of want to win.

The prize is $25,000, and some other stuff that I can't remember, but this would be a great chunk of money to use for culinary school, traveling abroad to learn more international cuisine, or even to open a little food stall at a farmer's market. Possibilities abound. It's not a ton of money but it'll do; I'm not trying to open a restaurant, I just want to make good food that brings joy.

Voting opens March 31. DO NOT LET ME DOWN. A vote for me is a vote for delicious meals when I invite you over to celebrate my win! Vote more than once and I'll come to your house to cook for you. Vote ten or more times and, I don't know, maybe I come a meal prep for you, enough to last you a month. Again, POSSIBILITIES ABOUND.

I'm not sure if I should be offering incentives, of if you can vote more than once, but seeing as only 10 of y'all are on my mailing list, and I know you in real life, what could it hurt?????

Tell all your friends! And if I've ever cooked for you, I encourage you to leave a comment and let the people know what I'm bringing to the table 😋

Love & (Meat)Balls,
Jaded
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a mí me gusta el chivo con vino
y el pescao con jugo de limón
con pimienta y orégano el lechón
y el arroz con jamón y tocino
para ponerle sabor a un buen fiestón

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Meditation Experiment, Part Deux

I can't remember when I took my first vedic meditation course in the City—I'm sure it's documented on this blog somewhere—but shortly thereafter I gave up on it. I can't even pinpoint what it was that got me off track, but knowing me it probably went something like... I was following the method to a T, then one day I had to skip a session for some random reason, and it made it easier to skip it again the next time, and so on and so forth. Then I probably told myself, "Meh, how do we know it even works?" as a way to justify quitting. Also, I never bothered to regulate my god-awful sleeping habits, and that alone makes it so hard to maintain any type of real time management system or healthy livng practice. 

In fact, I'm typing these very words at 2:08 am knowing full well I promised to make breakfast for my niece and nephew (in about four hours) so now I have to pull an all-nighter or risk breaking a promise to my babies and to their parents (who will potentially get to sleep in for a little bit while I cover morning eats).

But let's make believe that this time I've learned my lesson, that I'm actually taking that Brain Damage warning seriously, and that I'm going to take my brain health more seriously moving forward. 

Let's watch me attempt to take up vedic meditation again for the umpteenth time.

I'm sure the good people at the New York Meditation Center, where I studied, are sick of my, "I want to come back to the fold," emails, because frankly I never follow through. Part of what keeps me away is that I have this narrative in my head that there are more important or pressing things I need to be focused on just to survive my day-to-day, instead of sitting quietly for twenty minutes, twice daily. 

Because, when we really get down to it, Quiet is my enemy. I don't do anything quietly. I play lo-fi beats to do any task that requires concentration. I listen to audiobooks while I do chores around the house, run errands, or make dinner. I keep the TV on as my emotional support white noise in the background, while I'm "falling asleep." I carry on conversations with my shampoo bottles in the shower. Quiet, to me, equals death.

In the Quiet is where my spiral lives, because that's where The Voices let me know about all the dumb shit I continue to do to ruin my own life and the lives of the people in my vicinity. And who wants to hear that day in and day out? I'd much rather listen to Karol G crush on another girl's man, or solve sex crimes with Ice-T. My LITERAL nightmare is having to exist in a QUIET PLACE scenario. Just kill me instead.

However, brain health, right? Right. So let's try again, again, thusly:

My main obstacle to this great plan being me, of course, because I have to be OK if every day doesn't look like this. I'm not in the army; I don't have to be so strict with myself and my time. I can wing it some days, maybe. I hope. Listen, this is an experiment, like this whole existence is an experiment, to see if my next 50-ish years can be better than the first, or if old bitches can actually learn new tricks, or if I can regulate my sleep, or if I can avoid The Brain Damage as I age.

What could possibly go wrong?

Love & Balls,
Jaded
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i played the powerless in too many dark scenes,
and I was blessed with a birth and a death,
and I guess I just wanted some say in between.

Monday, March 17, 2025

A St. Paddy's Day Treat: Circle of Friends

Only because I didn't plan ahead and I'm traveling at the moment, instead of a fully thought out blog post, please enjoy one of my absolute favorite films, which turns 30 this year, and introduced me to the wonderful Minnie Driver and the quirky Alan Cumming: Circle of Friends (dir. Pat O'Connor, 1995). It's free (with ads) on YouTube for now, so watch it while you can.

"May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow."

Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona duit,
Jaded
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drinking all the day in old pubs
where fiddlers love to play
someone touched the bow
he played a reel
it seemed so fine and gay

Friday, March 14, 2025

I Need to Go Outside and Touch Grass

This is definitely something that's been building up, but I'm one more global health crisis away from never ever leaving my apartment again. Ever. Just me cosplaying as Howard Hughes wearing tissue boxes as shoes and hand sanitizer on a chain around my neck.

But bigger than my anxiety about what is happening outside my door, is my fear of losing my mind. It's the one thing I depend on for survival, and I cannot fathom a life worth living if I didn't have my wits about me.

Enter this doctor's YouTube channel, a small video I came across during my two-month stint as a person who is up from 6PM to 6AM. In a nutshell, she says that prolonged social isolation is a form of brain damage. BRAIN DAMAGE. Y'all. I've never been so scared straight in my whole miserable life.


So now I have to figure out how to reset my sleep schedule to follow a more traditional western society cycle. How do you peasant's do it? How do you get into bed at night, close your eyes, turn off The Voices? How do you get comfortable? Fall asleep? Stay asleep? Y'all don't drown in worries, like what if a fire breaks out in the building, or a bunch of military tanks roll down Flatbush Avenue and start killing us indiscriminately? Or if this is the Buffalo wing that will finally trigger that MI you've been trying to avoid your whole life?

Or, I don't know... maybe a sound mind is overrated...

Love & Balls,
Jaded
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anxiety, keep on tryin' me
i feel it quietly
tryin' to silence me