I keep a very detailed TBR list with multiple tabs, and one of those tabs is dedicated to books printed outside the US that may or may not come to the US in the future. Every Saturday morning, I read Blackwell’s newsletter and add books I want to that list, and then I go through the Waterstones app and see which books they’re promoting. Every few months, I do a Blackwell’s shipment for UK books, using that list to choose what I want to order.

A few weeks ago, I saw that Janice Hallett would have two books coming out in 2025. One was called A Box Full of Murders. It would come out on February 6, 2025. The other was called The Killer Question, and it only listed the year — 2025. I typed them both into the spreadsheet with her last name and moved on.

This week, I was looking at the spreadsheet and decided to check whether the publisher had updated the listing with a concrete publication date. But when I searched for the title, it had disappeared. It was no longer on the Blackwell’s site. I couldn’t find it listed… anywhere. It vanished from book sites. I can’t find it on the Wayback Machine. My only note is the mysterious title in my spreadsheet added on August 12 at 7:44 am.

It’s a mystery about the queen of mysteries.

Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too.

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I’ve seen a lot of people post this, so I finally tried it, and it was a fun exercise to discover if what you think is blue is the same as what other people think of as blue.

My result was 183, which will make more sense once you do the exercise and open the explanation in the About section. How blue is your blue?

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We are back from college drop-off. The twins have settled into new routines and new classes with old friends. And we have returned to our old routines, which are the same as last year but, in some ways, harder.

Last year, I was off-kilter because I didn’t know what to expect, and this year, I’m off-kilter because I know what to expect. It’s a different kind of off-kilter, where I can’t seem to settle down and find my rhythm, and I can’t let myself off the hook and allow myself to feel everything I’m feeling. A part of me (probably like you) wants to shake myself and say, “This is it. Accept it.”

So that’s where I am. Back. Sad. A little lost.

I’m back. Clearly. Friday the 13th feels like an ominous day to launch a new post, but it is what it is.

I find it difficult to get back into the swing of things after taking a break. It may be why I frequently don’t take breaks — because I know it will be so much harder to get started again afterward, and I’d rather not deal with this period where everything feels uphill both ways.

So, on that cheery note, what did you read that you loved these past two weeks?

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second, helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. To read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• None… sniff.

Okay, now my choices this week.

Infertile Phoenix is back with some updates, including an exchange with a friend where she explains she is 100% sure she is not going to have kids. She writes: “When I feel grief, I really feel it. I let myself. When I feel joy, I really feel that too. I allow it. My grief comes from the loss of my children; my joy comes from my continuing to live anyway.” Love this.

Lastly, not IF-related but I liked this post by Swistle about how the only people we don’t look like ourselves to is ourselves. Truly, it makes sense if you click over and read the whole thing. And this: “My sister-in-law and I were discussing how we’ve both recently even found ourselves doing some distressing Age Math. Like: how many more years can we reasonably expect to live, even if all goes extremely well—that kind of math.” There is a lot here that I think about, too.

The roundup to the Roundup: I’m back. Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between August 30 – September 13) and not the blog’s main URL. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week. Read the original open thread post here.

Like last year, I am not writing my blog right now because I need to navigate the twins returning to college. I scheduled these posts so the blog wouldn’t be empty and I could have space to process my feelings. A cop-out, but forgive me. Having them go is really, really hard. I need mental space to feel what I am feeling, help the kids through the transition, and sit in the quiet for a moment on the other side.

This is a week that has been in my head for five years. We were told that by age five, the twins’ adjusted age should catch up with their actual age. Within five years, we wouldn’t see a difference between the Wolvog and ChickieNob and their full-term peers. Melissa of now says “bwaaaaah!” to that fact, noting that we still clap when they’re on the charts growth-wise at a doctor’s visit. They are small kids. You can tell they started out small and they’re still small. They are a very young five, developmentally. And that’s fine–I get babyhood that much longer. But the earnest Melissa of five years ago thought the whole world would look different on this date, when the two ages meshed and I thought prematurity would be chucked out the window.

Wasn’t that earnest Melissa so sweet? I just want to pinch her cheeks for a moment.

Read the whole post here.