My 2026 Top Ten Books, Pt. 1

I am officially at 177 books completed for this year. I stalled out at the end of last month and didn’t read or listen to any books for about a week. I was tired of hearing people’s voices. Then, I also realized all of the stories were starting to run together. I ended up creating a spreadsheet to keep track of all the books I have read/listen to, and put in a little note to help me remember what the hell I’ve read. Not that the books are bad or boring, but most aren’t standouts. The ones that are really bad end up as Incomplete. Then, there are books that get me to thinking and stay on my mind. I have highlighted them on my spreadsheet. Here is a list of 5 of my 10 top books so far.

The Devils by Joe Abercrombie


This book was so out of my wheelhouse. I can’t even remember how I came across this book and what about it made me want to read it. I guess I wanted to expand to other genres. The Devils was crazy as hell and contained action scene after action scene. It was kind of exhausting. I had to pause it a couple of times just to process some of the scenes. A young girl finds out she is royalty and has to make it home to claim her throne. Throw in some twists and turns and you have a pretty good story.

Inheritance of Magic by Benedict Jacka


Here is another book that is far from my norm. A couple of things first. One, this book is the start of a series. Two, the series isn’t even close to being done. Though I am including this one on my list, I don’t recommend that you read it. Don’t no damn body wants to wait 10 years for this series to be finished. I promise you if I had known, I would have acted like this book didn’t exist.

However, this book is fabulous and pulled me in immediately. The world building, the magic, the main character. There isn’t anything I don’t like about this book. Stephen, the main character, with limited magic ability and knowledge, searching for his missing dad. He grows and learns along the way and you can’t do anything but root for him every step of the way, even when he is obviously slow or doing dumb shit. Deep sigh, I am still annoyed I even started this series.

Love Notes by Christina C. Jones

Love Notes was my first book from this author. I have since gone down the rabbit hole and even joined her newsletter 🤦🏾‍♀️. Christina C. Jones has the market cornered on this brand of romance for me. She writes characters with personality, humor, and genuineness. Of course, there is sex involved, but it doesn’t come off as overdone. Love Notes is about a confident and ambitious young woman moving home to start her photography business and finding love unexpectedly. Well, unexpectedly for her, we knew it was going to happen 😆.

Honorable Mention: Getting Schooled by Christina C. Jones

This book is in a series but can be read alone. So good! The witty banter alone makes this worth the read.

Honey & Spice/Sweet Heat by Bolu Babalola

Technically, this is two books, but they go together. Honey & Spice is the first book covering the college years of the main characters. Sweet Heat picks up a few years later with the same characters. I read the books out of order. I feel like I purposely did not read the first book, Honey & Spice, because it was a Reese’s Book Club Pick. Her book club picks suck! Now, if I see she recommends a book, I avoid it like the plague. Oddly enough, she got it right this time.

Honey & Spice is set in England somewhere featuring British Nigerians. They are so poetic when they speak. Taking 15 words to say a 5 word sentence, but somehow it works. It gives you a clear vision of the topic being discussed and some 😆. The main female character, Kiki Banjo, is so cool and commanding. She meets her match in Malakai, the main male character, and you watch them fall in love as young people do. Dumb as hell, head over heels, and thinking they know everything and don’t know shit.

Sweet Heat picks up later with the same  main characters, Kiki and Malakai, with other supporting characters from Honey & Spice. I can’t say much about this book because I don’t want to give too much away. I will say it was a good follow up to the first book. It was a couple of spots where it dragged, but I still think it was a good book. It is a love story but it does have triggers, such as depression, anxiety, and grief.

The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry

I guess I need to step out of my norm more often, there are some good books with different storylines available. Here is another thought-provoking book that has nothing to do with romance. Harold was so weird and I felt like he was the problem in most of his situations. Harold Fry decided to walk across the country to visit a friend in hospice before they passed away. He had no set plans or ideas of what to do, but he was determined to make that trek and express his gratitude. This book can be a bit heavy, and there are some triggers known and unknown. Yet, I still recommend this book because it had me thinking about all sorts of things.

These books are not in any type of order. I don’t have a favorite between these books or the next five. I just enjoyed each book for what it made me feel and/or think. Have you already read any of these? If so, what are your thoughts? If not, which ones are you going to add to your list? Please share. I want to hear from you. The next 5 book recommendations will be coming soon. Be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

I Am Not Okay

Bonfire at neighborhood Labor Day party. So much fun!

Yesterday, I almost had a breakdown because I couldn’t find a Clorox Handi-Wipe to wash my dishes. I know, it wasn’t that serious. Yet, it was. It was just another thing on top of the other things that happens day to day. Y’all know the saying, “It was the straw that broke the camel’s back”. It was in that moment that I realized, I am not okay. Ughhhh, fuck!

I look at my life and I think that I have it good. I make enough money to take care of myself, I go on trips, and I put gas in my car. I have great friends. I am close to my family. I live in a good neighborhood. On the outside looking in and on the inside looking out, this works. So what’s the problem? The problem is I do not allow myself to feel. I think about all the little shit that has been happening and how I just suck it up and keep it moving. I don’t let it get to me. Yet, it is getting to me. I’m just pushing it down like a jack in the box. Then, one Saturday morning, it pops out.

To be clear, I am okay, but there are times when I am not. Instead of stuffing it down, I need to take the time to feel what I am feeling. Whether it is anger, frustration, disappointment, hopelessness. I am not saying turn into a brat and throw a fit about every little thing that happens. I am saying, when I am frustrated about dropping multiple things, feeling hopeless about the state of the world, mad about another police brutality, and I have to pause and pull it together, I need to sit in that emotion instead. I have to allow myself to feel it and release it. Then, I won’t look or feel crazy for blowing up about a dish towel.

Well, this is my resolution for said event. I am unsure if it is the right solution. I don’t know the protocol for feeling your feelings. How do you normal, emotionally regulated people deal? I am not above suggestions. I am still growing and learning, and boy do I have a lot to learn. Happy Sunday 🌞. Be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

The Least I Could Do

Valley of the Temples Memorial Park, Cemetery, Cremation, Funeral in Kaneohe, HI

In Chapters 28 – 32 in my book of life, I used to deliver meals to senior citizens. To this day, that is the best job I ever had! I learned empathy, the meaning of poverty, resilience, and community. Even now, I want to cry remembering how special those moments were for me. I learned a whole different meaning for the word love. I loved those people and I was dedicated to delivering their meals each and every day. I never missed a day of work. I was like the post office, meals delivered even on holidays. Today, as I was going through one of my totes, I found cards and little notes from a few clients. I got so emotional.

I remember I had a client who was 92 years old. I came to deliver her meal and her son said she was in the hospital. I was so worried. She was one of those old ladies that was effortlessly cool and stylish. I wanted to be like her when I grew up. It isn’t working for me at all. Not cool or stylish. More nerdy and awkward. When she was out of the hospital and her meal delivery resumed,  I was happy to see her. I told her I had been worried and I was glad she was okay. She said, “Honey, only the good die young.” I loved her even more after that. I can only imagine the adventures she had.

I had another client who her and her husband both received meals. One day, I came to their apartment and her husband had passed away. Understandably, she was devastated. I gave her a hug, her meal, and we talked for a little bit. The next time I saw her, she thanked me. She said she needed that hug and my kind words. I am still happy to this day that my one small gesture had an impact on her. There were other stories like this where the husband or wife died and those poor seniors were all alone. It became even more important to me to be the bright spot in their day.

It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. A dog bit me on the butt. It was actually funny, but it could have been worse if he was a bigger dog. The sons of the moms trying to talk to me. When you have to see someone five times a week and they don’t take the hint, it gets annoying. I even had one of the male clients try to mouth kiss me. Yuck 🤢! He was a 90 something year old man. I’ll give him credit, he did look good for his age, but still, Yuck! The kicker, he was married to some young thang. Well, younger than him by about 40 years. Of course, there was the times I  arrived at a home and found out a client had passed or them being removed from my route because they died. I was so attached to my seniors. It made me extremely sad to ride past their house on the way to someone else. I always thought about them and missed speaking with them.

I wished that back then I was rich. I would have done that job for free. Unfortunately, I was poor, and working for minimum wage could not sustain me. I ended up accepting a permanent position at Target and I could not continue to work both jobs. I let my seniors go. Thankfully, the people who worked there had the same love for the seniors as I did, and no beats were missed. Another benefit from that job, I made lifelong friends. There are a couple of people I still talk to or hang out with to this day.

Even now, when I see cute little old people, my heart clenches from their adorableness. Seniors still have my heart. I am so glad I kept all those little notes and cards. It brightens my day to break them out and read them every so many years. If I had this life to live over, I would get rich and deliver meals until I couldn’t do it anymore. On top of some other things, but we won’t go into that today. Stay well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚