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Book review: Our Share of Night

Feb. 21st, 2026 06:16 pm
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Title: Our Share of Night
Author: Mariana Enriquez
Translator: Megan McDowell
Genre: Fantasy horror, fiction, family drama

If Mexican Gothic left you craving more South American fantasy horror, Our Share of Night by Mariana Enriquez of Argentina (translated from Spanish by Megan McDowell) has you covered. This is a family epic intertwined with the dark machinations of a macabre cult and its impact. It's also a splendid allegory for the evils of colonialism and generational trauma. This book was #15 from the "Women in Translation" rec list.

The book begins with Juan, a powerful but ill man who acts as a "medium" for the cult to commune with its dark god. Juan, struggling with the health of his defective heart, the wear-and-tear of years as the medium, and the grief and rage of his wife's recent death (he suspects, at the orders of the cult he serves) is desperate to keep his son Gaspar from stepping into his shoes, as the cult wants. Juan's opening segment of the book is about his efforts to protect Gaspar.

From there, the book branches off into other perspectives which give background to both the cult and the family. This is a great way of giving us a holistic and generational view of the cult, but it does drag occasionally. Gaspar's sections--in his childhood and then later in his teens/young adulthood--together make up the majority of the book, and while enjoyable, do amble off into great detail about his and his friends' day-to-day lives, such that I did wonder sometimes when we were getting back to the plot. I don't like to cite pacing issues, because I think that gets thrown around a lot whenever someone didn't vibe with a book, but the drawn-out length of these quotidian sections doesn't fit well with how quickly the climax of the book passes and is wrapped up. I would have liked to have spent less time with Gaspar at soccer games and more on his plans for addressing the cult.

However, on the whole, the book is a fun, if very dark read. It also serves well as a critique of Argentina's moneyed class and of colonialism in general, and how money sticks with money even across borders. Here, Argentina's wealthy have more in common with English money than with the Argentine lower classes (and that's how they want it). The cult, populated at its upper echelons by the privileged, is an almost literal blight on the land, willing to sacrifice an endless amount of blood, local and otherwise, to beg power off a hungry and unknown supernatural entity.

It brutalizes its mediums, which it often plucks from poverty to wring for power and then discard. Juan was adopted away from his own poor family at six, under the insistence his parents would not be able to pay for the medical care he needed, and he is the least-abused of the cult's line of mediums. As soon as the cult sets their eye on his son, Juan must begin scheming how to keep Gaspar away from them.

Although he acts out of love of his son, Juan is also a deeply flawed person. He is secretive, moody, lies constantly (there is actual gaslighting here) and doesn't hesitate to knock Gaspar around to make him obey. The more he deteriorates--a common problem with all cult mediums--the less human he becomes. Part of this is his work, but much of it is also attributable to years of being used by the cult for its ends and the accumulated emotional trauma. This, of course, is then inflicted on Gaspar through his father's tempers and secrets.

Similarly flawed are the other members of the immediate family. Juan's wife Rosario, despite a better nature than her parents, still supports this cult and is eager for Gaspar to follow in his father's footsteps as a cult medium, in part for the prestige it will bring her as his mother. Gaspar, although far more empathetic and gentle than either of his parents, eventually grows up with his father's temper. Watching him grow from a sweet-natured little boy into the troubled young adult he becomes after years of his father's abuse and neglect is painful, but realistic.

The book is also unexpectedly queer. It's not often a book surprises me with its queerness, because that's usually what landed it on my radar in the first place, but this one did. Juan and Rosario are both bisexual and later in the book we spend some active time in Argentina's queer scene, including during the AIDS crisis in the 1980s. 

The translation was great! It read very naturally, even the dialogue, and it never felt stilted or awkward in its phrasing.

An ambitious novel that for the most part, pulls off what it's trying to do. As mentioned, I wish the ending had gotten more room to breathe, and I would not have minded this coming at the cost of some of the middle bits of navel-gazing, but I still felt the story was satisfying. 

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Feb. 20th, 2026 06:20 pm
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Feb. 19th, 2026 11:04 am
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I've been putting off talking about this because I feared a certain situation had gone one way and it turns out that it did. And I wanted to hold out hope, however foolish, for as long as possible. Tuesday night those hopes went down in flames.

Drama queen? Me? Perish the thought.


Years ago, before Dad died, I worked with a lady named Donna. Not to be confused with the lady I work with now named Donna. First Donna went by Donnajo, though I'm not sure if she did that with everyone or just me or what. Doesn't matter. Loved her. She was the type to get on the intercom and tell the drunk idiots to stop horseplaying in the house, and when they'd stop in the aisle and look confused, she'd say, "that means no running in the store, and yes this means you." She had zero fucks to give and she was funny as hell. She could also be mean when she needed to be and I'd absolutely not want to be on her bad side. But she was the coworker who would get off work at 2am and then come back at 8am to give me a ride home because the truck was fucked again. She never made me feel bad about it and always showed up on time, making sure that I'd get off the clock when I was supposed to instead of having to basically trick someone into doing their job and letting me leave.

When my dad died and I had to call and tell work, I got her on the phone and in my haze I remember saying it really weird and she rolled with it because she realized I was still obviously in shock.

I cried so hard when she moved away, partly because she was one of the only coworkers I had who had met my dad (and for whatever reason, probably because it was that same year, or within 12 months of him dying, that felt really important to me at the time) and partly because for her flaws, I adored her. Again, this woman was no saint, but I felt cheated out of getting more time with her. But she and her mama moved to Arizona, possibly because her mom's health? I don't really remember now, but it's also possible that her mother wanted to be closer to other members of the family. In any case, they moved out to AZ and we kept in touch, by writing letters/cards and phone calls, despite the fact that Donna was absolutely terrible with tech. Like I'd gone to her house to help her set up her gmail and facebook accounts and she almost promptly lost access to both. :P

Then her mama died, and there was a family rift growing wider amongst her older relatives, and then there was a kerfuffle between Donna and her granddaughters which basically resulted in them taking her mother's stuff, their house, and kicking Donna out. Donna went to Texas to live with her son. Again, we kept in touch. Maybe not as much as either would've liked, but it was very rare to go past big holidays without at least a happy _whatever holiday_ or birthday text. During the summer, I'd send her messages from the pool because when she lived here, she spent a lot of time at the pool at her complex and I know if she'd still been living here, she'd have come to hang out with me so I wouldn't be alone at the pool.

Annnnnnnnnnd I know you all know where this is going to end up because of the tense being used, but we'll get there shortly.

I'd like to say we had super deep text messages and whatnot, but a lot of it was the weather and little updates, like her gardening or how the dog was doing, or my frustration with work or me getting my permit finally. A lot of weather talk (her part of Texas has INSANE weather shifts) with little life updates thrown in.

When Hal (Cass's stepfather) died and I came back from his celebration of life brunch, I tried calling but she didn't answer. Not really a thing to worry about since she was probably busy and she did text later. A little before Christmas she sent me a text letting me know my card had been sent late, but would get there hopefully soon. Went back and looked and we wished each other a happy solstice and had a little "hope yours was nice/ it was" exchange, and then I wished her a Merry Christmas Eve. No reply. But not terribly unusual since I had just heard from her and, like me, she was very good at thinking she'd replied only to realize a couple of weeks later that no, she had not hit send. I was a little startled when I realized she hadn't replied to my NY's text but again, it's a busy time of the year. I sent her a text on the 12th saying I missed her, and she got/read that one... but no reply. I'm fairly certain I called around then a couple of times but I won't swear to that. I sent her a "I hope you're okay" text on the 21st, and it wasn't read. I sent a miss you text on the 30th. Also not read.

So, I figured there were a couple of scenarios.
1) Donna was in the hospital and didn't have access to her phone for whatever reason.
2) She got a new phone and given her tech history, was unable to move all her old contacts over and also had a new number and it hadn't occurred to her to just send me a letter telling me so. I figured that last bit because it took me too long to realize I really could just send her a card/letter.
3) She died and no one had let me know, possibly (probably?) because they either had no way or didn't know I existed and would want to know.

I admit I dragged my feet a little once I realized I could send a card. Partly because stamps are fucking expensive and we'd used the last of ours for the January rent check and partly because I really, really did not want it to be door number three and once I sent that card, there was a very high probability that I would find out my answer... and two of those three options were not good.

Eventually got stamps and I picked out a card and, with my Valentines, I sent her a card letting her know I missed her and hoped the long time of radio silence was because she'd gotten a new phone and just couldn't get my info from her old one. So I left my number and made sure my address and name were legible just in case.

And then I waited.

Tuesday, after dinner, I went upstairs for my nap before work and noticed I had a call from a number I didn't know. Which isn't unusual as I get a fair amount of spam. But I had a text. From her son. Asking me to call back at my earliest convenience.

And I knew. I'd known for awhile, honestly, but I really fucking wanted to be wrong. I checked my voicemails just to see if he'd left one, but he hadn't. Maybe ten minutes later, after I'd called him back but didn't get an answer, he called back.

She died January 26th around 4:30am. They'd both gotten sick over Christmas, and at first he thought it was just a cold, and that's all it was... for him. But she didn't get better, so he took her to the ER before NYE and she never came home. She bounced around four hospitals, including a really fantastic one, but due to other health issues, things snowballed and she wasn't a candidate for a transplant.

She and her daughter made up before the illness knocked her for a loop mentally, which is good. (I will say that prior to sending the card, I did a little snooping and nothing on her social media, or the grands' made mention of Donna's death, which was the only hope I could cling to and even that was basically me pretending it meant anything at all.)

The reason he hadn't contacted me before, despite knowing she had a friend she talked to in SC, was because in her haze towards the end, she'd get her phone out and think she was calling people, but in reality she was deleting their numbers. He had to re-do his own number multiple times. I told you she was tech challenged.

So I was last to know simply because I was on the list of people she'd cared enough to try and get in touch with. Honestly, I hope she thought she did get ahold of me and had a wonderful conversation with me in her mind because I really wish I'd gotten to say goodbye.

I am absolutely heartbroken and have been for awhile, even before the call. It's just now it's confirmed. Part of me wants to dig through my pile of mail to find her card because I don't even remember if I opened it or not (I'd been saving it to have something to look forward to whatever day it came because holiday fuckery) and part of me cannot handle the idea of that right now. It's not like I hadn't known this day would (likely) come at some point since she wasn't that much younger than my parents but still.

And in the "it's a small, small world" category, my brother currently lives in her old apartment complex.

At some point soon, I'm gonna try and head out to the beach to hunt for shells, as that's something she and her mama did a lot when they lived here, and something I know she missed doing.

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A Nurse's Secret

Feb. 18th, 2026 05:15 pm
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A Nurse's Decision

Nurse Melinda Bonner once declared that she had enough love for every child in the hospital. But she discovered that one little boy, the shy, dark-skinned Pietro, had a special place in her heart. An orphan, alone in the world except for a stern guardian, little Pietro came to the hospital under perplexing circumstances. And the unusual interest shown in the little boy by the glamorous film star, Peter Fife, only added to the puzzle - and to the plight that Melinda found herself in. Could she choose between the demands of her sworn duty - and the needs of her heart?


Original Publisher: Lancer
Original Year of Publication: 1968
Page Count: 221

The February 2026 #TBRChallenge is "Vintage," which is, of course, the name of the game here. I decided to consult my LibraryThing, and pick the oldest original paperback romance that I had on my shelves, which turned out to be this book. It's actually a MMPB republish of a hardcover novel from 1960 titled Nurse Melinda, which frankly makes more sense than this title. Melinda doesn't really have any secrets, even if she believes that she's hiding her hero worship of the head physician at her hospital (spoiler alert: she's not).

Nurse Melinda, our titular character, actually lives in an on-site dormitory at the hospital where she works. She wears a white uniform and cap, and takes great pride in her vocation. She is a nurse on the orthopedics floor of the children's hospital, and believes that empathy and affection are just as important to the healing process as surgical procedures. The head physician of the hospital, Dr. Grayle, does not agree, and often has to warn his nurses not to get too close to the patients, because the setback of losing staff they may have bonded with when they leave the hospital. Melinda manages to stand up to Dr. Grayle (and not lose her job, much to her surprise), and secretly delights in accompanying him to lunch. She is beyond half in-love with him, her feelings being of the hero-worship variety, and though she believes she is being discreet, she isn't. All of her fellow nurses know how she feels, and eventually empathize with her when Grayle announces his engagement to another woman.

Anyway! At the start of the story, Melinda is intrigued by a new patient on her floor, a little boy who has been admitted for multiple procedures to treat his club foot. Pietro Gardella is very small, even at 5 years old, and seems very withdrawn. He has the dark hair and olive skin of an Italian, which does him no favors, and the only person who visits him is a very strict, shabbily dressed English woman named Stella Landsdowne, whom Pietro is obviously afraid of.

Melinda's apple cart is upset not only by Dr Grayle's admonitions to not get attached to the child, but also by the sudden appearance of a real-life teen idol, Peter Fife, whose presence turns all of the other nurses and candy-stripers into a screaming, baying, teenybopper mob. Fife has been visiting all of the hospitals up and down the coast of California on a publicity tour, bringing along an entourage of press people and a huge basket of toys for the kids. Melinda finds this all extremely distasteful, and pretty much loathes Peter on site. Only the idea that Dr Grayle gave this little stunt his blessing makes Melinda bite her tongue and show Peter & co around.

Peter also takes a curious interest in little Pietro, and actually sits and talks with him in Italian. Pietro's obvious adoration of Peter rankles Melinda's nerves, and she absolutely refuses to discuss Pietro with Peter. She's epically upset when Peter announces that he wants to adopt the little boy.

Melinda finally stops insulting Peter long enough for him to tell her why he's so interested in Pietro - because the little boy is actually his long-lost son, the product of a young marriage while he was on a filmset in Italy before he was drafted into the service. His wife's parents hated him, so when he went to war, he was gone for good as far as they were concerned. It's taken Peter these long years to even find out what happened to his wife (she died in childbirth), and the publicity tour of hospitals has actually been him stealthily trying to find his child.

Around this time, Pietro has had all of his surgeries, and has fully recovered and thus, is about to leave the hospital. Neither Melinda nor Peter want Stella Landsdowne to take Pietro, but as she is the boy's legal guardian, she takes him with her when she starts a new job as the housekeeper for a wealthy family in Pebble Beach.

Pietro is so love-starved, and so homesick for the friendly environment of the hospital, that he decides to run away to try to find Melinda again. He hops into a random car at the estate, and when the driver finds him a few hours later, he is summarily booted out into the woods. A friendly but extremely poor dirt farmer finds him and brings him back to his shack, where his wife feeds him and the other kids include him in their games.

When Stella realizes that Pietro is gone, she informs Melinda, who tells Peter Fife. They all fear that he's been kidnapped, mistaken as a child of the wealthy family that Stella works for. Peter decides that his son is more important to him than his burgeoning movie career, so he holds a big to-do press conference and spills the beans to the media, much to the shock and horror of his publicity manager (who blames Melinda for this decision). The publicity manager fears that Peter has just torpedoed his movie career, and with it, the manager's.

The dirt farmers learn about Pietro's being missing a few days after he arrives, and they are cautious and wary of informing the world-famous teen idol Peter Fife, but they do so, and Peter is happily reunited with Pietro, who learns that Peter is his father. Peter had been leaning on Melinda during the kidnapping crisis, and Melinda begins to soften towards him, once she realizes that Peter the man is not Peter the carefully constructed image.

Stella immediately gives up any claim on the boy, and the publicity manager manages to salvage Peter's movie role, so he sweeps Pietro up to Idaho for the rest of the location shoot. In six weeks, Pietro's personality does a total 180, and by the time Peter gets around to thanking the Perkins family for saving his son, Pietro is acting like a little shit to everyone, kids and adults alike. Melinda is, of course, reproving, telling Peter that spoiling his son will basically ruin his character, but Peter turns it all around on her and asks her to marry him, so she can take them both in hand. Melinda says yes, they kiss, the end.

The entire time I was reading the book, I was trying to figure out who Peter Fife was based on - like Elvis, he is a singer and actor who served in the war, and who meets mobs of screaming, teary-eyed girls everywhere he goes; but unlike Elvis, Peter can't sing worth a flip, doesn't want to sing, and hopes to shed his teen idol image ASAP. This novel originally being published in 1960 is the clue: I'm pretty sure Peter Fife is a thinly-veiled version of Fabian Forte. Melinda strongly dislikes Peter for most of the novel, and is super judgmental about his fame and his career. She is downright nasty to him, especially when they first meet, but somehow Peter just falls head over heels for her. And, of course, there is the super-problematic "solution" to all of Pietro's troubles being that he needs a strong hand from a mother figure, because daddy is too hopelessly clueless and indulgent to actually parent. Bleh!

Obviously this book rode the wave of "nurse romances" during this period, and though the characters are kinda meh (or completely unbelievable, like Pietro's sudden turn into a jackass at the end), the story itself flowed smoothly and hit its beats. There is no variation on the theme - I mean, the second Peter takes interest in Pietro, I guessed the reason why - but it is nonetheless a pleasant read.

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