Summer Reading List 2025

Sometimes I forget things. As I grow older, that’s becoming more and more common, much to my dismay. Fortunately for all of us, I didn’t forget that today’s Memorial Day, the start of the Summer Reading List challenge!

I was talking about it over the weekend, and I commented that I started doing it "maybe around 2019". That’s the forgetting part, because I didn’t start it in 2019. No, the original post is dated 5/30/16. 2016. That means this is the 10th Annual Summer Reading List! Hard to believe I’ve been doing this for a decade.

In that time, I’ve read a lot of interesting books, and a few that were…not very interesting. I’ve enjoyed the experience most of all, however, whether I’m reading Jules Verne, Marcus Aurelius, or some random book I spotted on Libgen. My self-imposed rules (which I’ll recap below, as always) are great for pushing me to try new things, and my changing tastes are evident in the "safe" picks I use each time around.

Looking back on the last ten years has also shown how I’ve changed. Early on, you can see the excitement of finding new things, of discovery and exploration. During the dark years of the fake pandemic, my bitterness and despair showed in both what I read and how I talked about it. And the most recent entries paint me as a curious mix of romantic and cynic, which isn’t far from the truth, I’ll admit.

Anyway, on to the rules. They’re a familiar sort by now, with only minor changes as I’ve tweaked them over the years.

  1. The goal is to read 3 new (to you) books between Memorial Day (May 26) and Labor Day (September 1) in the US, the traditional "unofficial" bounds of summer. Southern Hemisphere readers get a winter challenge, probably a better idea because of the long nights.

  2. A "book", for the purposes of the challenge, is anything non-periodical, so no comics, serialized graphic novels, or manga. Anything else works, including standalone graphic novels and light novels. If you’re not sure, just use common sense. Also, audiobooks are acceptable as long as they’re books, not something like a podcast.

  3. One of the books should be of a genre you don’t normally read. For example, I’m big on fantasy and sci-fi, so I might read a romance, or a thriller, or something like that. Nonfiction, by the way, also works as a "new" genre, unless you do read it all the time.

  4. You can’t count books you wrote, because they obviously wouldn’t be new to you. Even if they’re still being edited. Before you ask, this rule exists solely to keep me from just rereading my books.

That’s really all there is to it. I’ll post my thoughts on my selected books here, as usual, and on whatever fediverse account is actually working this summer. (Seriously, I’ve gone through 5 of the things since I started this challenge!) Feel free to post on Facebook, Twitter, or whatever you like, too. Use the hashtag "#SummerReadingList2025" to spread the word. Most of all, have fun. This isn’t an assignment.

Enjoy your summer, enjoy your books, and keep reading!

Review: The Hidden Queen by Peter V. Brett

The Hidden Queen is the second book in Peter V. Brett’s series The Nightfall Saga, a trilogy that serves as a sequel to the five-part Demon Cycle. I spotted it at a bookstore a few weeks ago, and I’m so out of the loop on fantasy books these days that I hadn’t even known it was out. So I picked it up, and I finished it off about a week and a half ago. (This review is delayed because I took last week off from…pretty much everything. For mental health reasons, to be specific.)

This book picks up right where its predecessor, The Desert Prince, left off, in the mostly ruined city of Fort Krasia, called Desert Spear by its inhabitants. Our protagonists are the same as in the previous book, and are the children of the major players from the Demon Cycle. Olive functions as your traditional "girl pretending to be a boy so she can fight" trope, but with the added twist that she’s actually a hermaphrodite, so technically is a boy. Darin is…well, kind of a wimp, and a self-admitted coward, but he has what can best be described as superpowers: a magic akin to that of the demons who are the enemies of the series.

More specifically, the enemy in this case is the often-unnamed demon king. (Incidentally, the finale will be titled The Demon King.) He was a prisoner way back in The Core, the last book of the Demon Cycle. He found a way to sneak out during the climax of that book, spent a generation in hiding, and is now trying to create a new demon queen to finish off the free peoples of humanity once and for all. And if he can get some revenge on those who wronged him way back when, that’s even better.

The big reveal of The Desert Prince, then, was that he was working towards that goal. After a devastating battle, a number of prominent leaders of the Free Cities and the Krasians were taken prisoner. And that’s where the troubles with this book start.


The Nightfall Saga really is a direct sequel. If you didn’t read the previous series, you won’t know or care who these older people are. Sure, you can tell that Leesha is Olive’s mother and the duchess of the largest free city, that Darin’s father Arlen was a hero who saved the world, then went on to be worshipped as a literal Second Coming.

But that’s about it. So many important backstory details are left unsaid, and this has to be because it’s assumed that you’ve read the Demon Cycle. If you didn’t, you’re going to be completely lost on most of the worldbuilding, most of the geopolitics, and most of the magic system. The Desert Prince doesn’t help, nor does this book.

Part of the reason The Hidden Queen doesn’t do much exposition about the events that came before is because it’s too busy doing…nothing at all. Nearly the first half of the book serves as little more than a way to get the main characters back into position for a new campaign. Lots of overland travel, a few scenes of political intrigue, and a couple of demon attacks fill 200 pages or so, with a relatively brief stop in New Krasia, the conquered lands bordering the Free Cities of Thesa.

Only then does the action get going, except that it doesn’t quite yet, because there’s a power vacuum to be filled. Here lies the second of the book’s major troubles. While the woke mind virus has made "gender identity" an issue—it’s really not—a character like Olive, who is, due to magical shenanigans before her birth, a natural hermaphrodite at the age of understanding what that entails really does present narrative problems with the English language.

A good author might tie this into a larger narrative structure, a tale of adolescent confusion and acceptance. To be fair, Brett does manage some strides in this direction: Olive has an interrupted fling with a girl and a more protracted affair with a young man in The Desert Prince, for example. But he can’t quite pull it off with depth. Instead, he comes across as tiptoeing the minefield of identity politics, constantly talking about "identifying" and "presenting". Honestly, I’ve seen authors of hentai who handled it better.

Darin, by contrast, is better written. His primary conflict is within himself, the struggle of a physically weak young man trying to live up to his idealized mental image of the father he never knew. His powers make him a pariah, as well as a perfect sneak, and he’s the driving force behind most of the plot; this contrasts with Olive, whose only abnormal abilities are super-strength and Wolverine-level healing. She leads by force of will. Darin tries not to lead at all, but ends up being listened to because he’s insightful.

He’s also autistic. That wasn’t something that came through much in The Desert Prince, but it’s a lot clearer here. He doesn’t like crowds or hugs. He doesn’t understand emotions. His response to a young woman’s "I love you" is, "Why?" (I’ve asked the same question before, though, so call that one necessary but not sufficient.) It’s one of those cases where you have to read between the lines a bit, and that’s perfectly fine. Autism is a diagnosis that is purely modern. The Renaissance-to-Baroque setting wouldn’t have a word for it. And unlike Olive’s hermaphroditism, the author manages to make Darin’s autism click. Once you realize it, things make a lot more sense.


But some things don’t make much sense at all. This isn’t a fault of The Hidden Queen specifically, so much as it’s an issue with Brett as an author. And it’s a consistent issue, one that has been a feature of every book since The Warded Man.

Most readers would complain about his choice of dialect for dialogue—and also narration in this series, since it’s written in first-person present tense, presumably to avoid any pronoun issues regarding Olive—but I’ve never had trouble understanding it. I can only assume that’s because I’m a Southerner who speaks an Appalachian dialect, which is pretty close to the rural speech of the book. "Ent" instead of "ain’t" trips me up, but that’s about it.

No, Brett’s biggest failing is one that has risen in prominence as his books have gone on, and they’re only more glaring in today’s world. The Krasians are bloodthirsty savages, barbarians who combine the worst traits of Sunni Muslims, Ottoman sultans, and Chinese courtiers. They conquered one of the duchies of Thesa 15 years ago—in book time and real time—and killed or enslaved those who fought against them. They tried to do the same to two of the other Free Cities, Lakton and Angiers, but were stopped in what was a major arc of the Demon Cycle series. They not only practice slavery, but have a rigid caste system, a warrior culture practically based on rape, and a prickly sense of pride in all of it.

That wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so obvious that the author idolizes them. Krasians are shown as smarter and stronger, more powerful and more pious than their counterparts in the Free Cities. Worse, they’re believed to be all of those by the very same people they spent multiple books attempting to conquer. Yet the evidence quite clearly shows that they’re a culture in the same way that ISIS is. They never create, but only destroy. They have no philosophers or scientists, nor would they want them. Their proudest moment was a full three millennia before the books even start.

Somehow, this doesn’t bother any of the characters from more civilized lands. Krasians have a number of slurs directed at the "soft" people of Thesa, and Olive often finds herself nodding along with them, only to get ready to pick a fight when her best friend’s father doesn’t immediately fall to his knees before her kidnappers. The only character who genuinely seems as put off by their presence as any sane person should be is Lord Rhinebeck. He gets chewed out by Olive for saving her from being killed by one of them, and somehow that rational act is enough to end her brief infatuation with him.

"But they’re Muslim ninjas," you can almost hear Peter Brett saying in response. Because that’s pretty much all they are. As far as readers are concerned, that’s all they’ve ever been. They’re a gimmick that spiraled out of control, I think. The alternative is that I’m reading books by an author who really does venerate the sort of culture that gave us rape gangs, Christmas market stabbings, and beheaded journalists.


I’ve rambled on long enough. The Hidden Queen is a decent read if you can ignore its flaws. If you can let yourself escape into the world—reading the previous books in both series is a prerequisite to that—then it has its fun moments. And Darin is a well-written, well-rounded character who is the genuine bright spot. Other than that, it’s half a book of wandering around, a few dozen pages of hype for barbarians, and a payoff that’s just too short.

I’ll read The Demon King once it’s out, just to say I finished the series, and because the overall plot really is interesting. I like the struggle of humanity against an implacable foe. Brett actually does a decent job of imagining what a civilization dealing with that struggle would look like, and those worldbuilding gems are worth it.

But they’re diamonds in the rough, I have to admit.

Nightfall

I’ve written before on the topic of what I call the Third Dark Age, the hypothesis that our current Western society is on the same trajectory as those of Europe in the 6th century AD and the Mediterranean coast in the 12th century BC. I’ve also written about my belief that the only way to stop—or, at least, to cut short—the Third Dark Age is with a Second Enlightenment.

Both of those posts were written before the 2024 election. Now that we’re five months into the fallout of that election, the picture is becoming a little clearer…and a little darker.

It’s no secret that America is becoming increasingly divided. The fractures between political left and right have become gaping fissures that are busy swallowing all of us who profess allegiance to neither extreme. Battle lines are being drawn in the culture war, the race war, the war for control over hearts and minds for generations to come.

Truth is, both sides have a fatal flaw. This isn’t my natural contrarianism coming out. It’s not the fallacy of false equivalence, because—in this instance, anyway—leftists and rightists truly are equally bad. They both have the goal of dragging Western civilization into a time of darkness and regression. They just have different motives.

The left-hand path

The Left’s modus operandi is well known by now. The woke mind virus has long since taken root, and taken control of its host. Progressivism is dark and anti-human by its very nature: an erasure of all that makes humans, and human societies, unique and great. The idea that a man can become a woman simply by force of will, that anyone can become an American in the same fashion. A reduction of our status to mere numbers and the diversity boxes we check.

That sort of social rot has been in place for over a decade. We see its effects everywhere we look. We see the statues of our heroes being torn down because they were "colonizers" or "slave-owners", only to be replaced with nameless, shapeless figures who are exceptional only by virtue of being unexceptional. Monuments to mediocrity, an uplifting of those ugly in flesh and spirit. What better way to celebrate an ideology that encourages sterilization, than by creating something that lacks any sense of humanity?

In the progressive version of the Third Dark Age, we fall because we are dragged down to the level of the worst of us, Harrison Bergeron on the scale of a civilization. Whites and East Asians have higher intelligence on average, so we must not be allowed to use it. Men are stronger on average than women, yet we must only use that strength in service to the fairer sex. And even the word "sex" becomes a slur, because it implies the biological reality whose denial is crucial to the entire enterprise: if we recognize that there is an unbridgeable gap between men and women, what other innate barriers must we admit?

More than merely social, however, the woke darkness is one which transforms science into dogma, turning scientists into priests or heretics, depending on whether or not they toe the line of what the regime considers orthodox. We witnessed this firsthand over the past five years, watching as noted physicians, epidemiologists, biologists, physicists, climatologists, and many others were ostracized, fired, deplatformed for coming out—with verifiable evidence, in accordance with the scientific method—against the various tyrannies of the 2020s. Whether the tyrannical response to a mild flu, the pushing of a deadly genetic experiment in the guise of a vaccine, or the continued de-industrialization of our world in response to a fictitious claim of higher temperatures, people’s lives were ruined simply because they questioned the prevailing narrative.

This is the communist type of bad ending, an Orwellian Dark Age where the masses are kept sick and stupid, living in pods and eating bugs and being told that it’s for their own good. Rather than being denied the light, we are told that it’s bad for us. That we are creatures of darkness, and to aspire to anything better is offensive to those who lack the courage.

The right turn

One way to read the results of last year’s election is as a rejection of such progressive ideals. That’s not to say it’s necessarily the correct reading, but there is an element of truth. Enough people truly were tired of the status quo that they flipped.

Unfortunately, some are taking that to mean they would prefer the opposite extreme.

This is becoming an increasingly popular opinion among the farther segments of the Right. Rather than restoring our constitutional republic, the norms and values that made our nation great in the first place, they seem willing to reject it entirely. Worse, they’re ready to reject the Enlightenment itself.

Their reasoning, as much as there is reasoning involved, seems to be a case of mistaken identity. Progressives call themselves liberals, and actual—called "classical"—liberals are too few and too scattered to push back. Thus, these extremists consider those extremists to define what it means to be liberal. Following that twisted logic, they then deem that liberalism itself is at fault, and must be destroyed.

Of course, liberalism is the foundation of America in the first place. It’s what led to the Revolution. Without the bedrock of the liberal Enlightenment, there is no free speech, no free press, no free religion. Without liberty, equality, and fraternity, we cannot have the Red, White, and Blue.

And some people genuinely don’t seem to care.

Right-wing Twitter, for example, is becoming crowded with people who would gladly trade our Republic for a theocratic dictatorship, as long as that dictatorship was whites-only. These are people who reject the premise of the Declaration of Independence, that we are all endowed with certain inalienable rights. They reject the notion that there is room for debate. They even reject the verifiable fact—I can verify it myself—that it is possible to have a strong moral compass without religion.

The nationalist-conservative Dark Age, then, looks a lot more like the Medieval Dark Age: a land of kings using their subjects as pawns, of priests keeping the masses in check with nonsense such as "divine right" and "original sin". Of power unchecked, because people are taught to believe that power in itself is the goal.

On this road, we come into darkness because we reject the progress we have made, throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Because the Left pushed mRNA "vaccines", we must toss aside germ theory. Because the Left facilitated an invasion of illegal immigrants, we must throw away equal protection for our citizens. Because Reddit-tier atheists convinced teens to question their biology, we must rip out secularism by the roots.

This, then, is the theocratic version of the bad end, and it’s Islamic in the literal sense of the word islam: submission. Here, we are not creatures of darkness, but creatures stuck in darkness through no fault of our own. We are not allowed to strive for the light, because that light is reserved only for the chosen few. But if we debase ourselves enough, believing all the right unbelievable things, saying all the right platitudes, we might be permitted a glimpse of that light as we die. For, in the world of the far right, a human is worthless when he is alive, but downright holy before and after.

The third way

I reject both extremes. To the Left, that makes me little better than a fascist. To the Right, it makes me little better than a progressive. And I don’t particularly care.

America was founded on liberal ideals. This much cannot be denied. We were a refuge for the oppressed from the start. We understood multiculturalism and diversity were important…within reason. On that, I must disagree vehemently with the nationalists.

Humans are diverse in many ways. Although theories like Sapir-Whorf have long since been debunked, we do know that cultures have differences that can be inscrutable, and nearly indescribable, to others. And some of these cultures are, to put it simply, incompatible with the ideals of the classical liberal. On this, I disagree with the progressives.

Some of the incompatibility does share its roots with religion, but only in the vaguest sense; even among the Christian nations of Europe, there are distinct variations between, for example, the Germanic peoples and the descendants of Rome. There have been closed or backward Christian societies and open, cosmopolitan Muslim ones. There is, for example, nothing innate about Hinduism that leads its adherents to reject modern sanitation. Tribal religions are not fundamentally opposed to technological progress. And a lack of religion does not imply a lack of spirituality or a lack of empathy.

Liberalism, however, is very much an ideology of plenty. When there are few pressing demands, when survival is largely routine, we have the ability to grow as a people. That is why the seeds of republicanism were born in the fertile period of Ancient Greece, and why the Enlightenment took root only after the Age of Discovery.

I believe it’s also why the liberal ideals are so foreign to the invaders in our country today. Sub-Saharan Africa is a dangerous place, as is most of South America. The Middle East is largely a wasteland. China, of course, is now a communist nightmare, though it wasn’t always so. The Indian subcontinent is so crowded and despoiled that a nuclear war might make things better.

In none of these places do we see the lack of scarcity that proved necessary for philosophical thought to flourish. Only with that sort of wisdom can we see beyond ourselves, to look at society and humanity from a wider angle and draw conclusions from what we find. That is why the time immediately following World War II, when there was such a push to reach a state of post-scarcity, gave rise to such rapid progress in America and Western Europe. We were on the cusp of a Second Enlightenment, even though we didn’t yet need it.

Progressivism failed us then, tearing down our lofty ideals, and we’re only now, a lifetime later, clawing our way out of that mire. But we must beware not to fall into the other extreme. The nationalist version of the Third Dark Age will serve us no better.