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  • Readers who preorder, give books a lasting boost

    Cover of the novel The Booker Rebellion

    In 2025, Publishers Weekly estimated that about 4 million books were published in the United States, about half of them self-published. The rest came from small independent publishers or from the megapublishers known as the “Big Five” in the world of books. Twenty years ago the number of new releases annually was somewhere below 300,000.

    The number of people reading has barely budged in that time frame, so new books land in a crowded universe.

    Here’s an easy thing that family, friends, and fans of an author can do to help: Preorder the book, either online or through your local independent bookstore.

    Those preorders are often recorded as sold on the release date of the book. That looks like a surge to the online algorithms. Booksellers in brick-and-mortar stores see that surge and decide the book is worth ordering and having on hand for in-store shoppers. Or putting it on a display table or in a store window. In a sea of millions of titles, they need help sorting the signal from the noise.

    The early reviews of my YA thriller The Booker Rebellion offer some promise that it’s worth the price. Last month, Publishers Weekly BookLife singled it out as an editor’s pick. About this time last year, I didn’t have a publishing contract but I had racked up 70 rejections and wondered whether I was just wrong about the quality of the story I’d crafted. It’s a lovely confirmation that I was right to keep sending it out.

    Here are a few of my favorite lines from critics:

    “Palmer’s willingness to take children seriously is reflected in her capable, appealing heroes.” —Kirkus Reviews, Oct. 1, 2026

    “The mystery itself is satisfyingly complex, traversing a mesh of hidden FBI agents, incompetent militias, and drug dealers, and Palmer’s emphasis on respect for the great outdoors makes this a compelling story that nature-lovers won’t want to miss.” —Publishers Weekly BookLife, editor’s pick, Oct. 19 2026.

    “Any book that opens with a fourteen-year-old sneaking into the woods at midnight and finding a cougar mid-meal has my attention. Susan Palmer’s The Booker Rebellion earns that opening scene and then keeps earning the ones after it, which is not something I say about every thriller that lands on my desk.” — Leah Tran, San Francisco Book Review

    “Palmer knows this terrain literally. She’s an Oregon journalist, and it shows in the blackberry tunnels, the basalt alcoves, the specific ache of thirty miles to the nearest town. The forest isn’t backdrop. It’s the thing that keeps the Booker kids alive and the thing that nearly kills them.” —Chicago Book Review

    So, thanks in advance for preordering The Booker Rebellion. And for every author you know or whose work you like, subscribe to their newsletter. We all have one. That’s where you’ll find the earliest information about upcoming books, early excerpts, and even the occasional giveaway.

    Here’s a link to my newsletter, The Way In. It’s on my official author website. I hope to see you there.

  • Love of bluebirds links generations

    My mother Irene believed deeply in family. By that I mean she sought to keep her far-flung brood in touch with each other, helping us remember our shared experience and our family history. At one time, I lived in Alaska, my brother lived in California, one sister lived in Boston and the other in British Columbia. Irene and our dad Byron were in southern Alberta. Everyone was busy with compelling jobs and high-energy kids. Irene and Byron were information hubs for all of us.

    They’re gone now, but my siblings and I take turns providing the connective tissue that binds families. This month it was my turn. Here’s the story:

    Irene had a table lamp decorated at the base with charming ceramic western bluebirds, a thing she had inherited from her mother Yvonne. When Irene died last year, we concluded that her great-granddaughter E, a deep lover of the outdoors and just eight years old, might like this whimsical lamp. We boxed it up, tucked some of Irene’s clothing around it to keep it safe, and last week I delivered it into E’s hands.

    I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story. Above? That’s Irene wearing her favorite black cape on a wintry southern Alberta morning. Below, E, in Northern California, dusts the lamp that belonged first to her great-great-grandmother Yvonne. And there she is in her great-grandmother’s cape, modeling the start of her Halloween costume.

    I took great pleasure in E’s genuine excitement at receiving her Gigi’s things. And I know my mother would be deeply pleased too.

    Oh, and those western bluebirds? E helped build nest boxes for the western bluebirds that flit daily around the California oak savannah where she lives. They’re the same species that sets my heart a-flutter in Oregon and that her great-great-grandma loved to see while horseback riding across the Southern California hillsides she escaped to when Alberta winters became too much.

    Photos by Susan Palmer

  • This time being liked the tale

    I didn’t know when I started reading A Tale for the Time Being that I would like it.

    Recommended to me by a dancer friend in my Nia community—someone I trust because she is smart, funny and kind—the book began slowly, but I warmed to it, became intrigued and then mesmerized and then had to let go in that slow, blinking “Oh, is it over?” way.

    The plot concerns the intimate connection between two strangers when one person comes upon a diary, protected from the elements and washed up on a beach. The person who wrote the diary lives in Japan. The person who finds it lives in British Columbia. The diary’s reader becomes obsessed with the writer, who, it turns out, has her own obsession about just the right reader. The book could be considered literary, or perhaps speculative, or perhaps spiritual fiction. Thematically it’s about peace in a time of war, or calm in a world of rage, or staying alive vs. committing suicide. Also, crows. And wolves. And storms.

    I haven’t come up with the sentences that might help someone else decide to read this book. But I can say that the best way to find a good book is to have good friends.

    I can also confirm that the author is skilled and thoughtful. This unusual book may not be just right for you, but you will not doubt that Ruth Ozeki knows her craft.