Just finished Where'd You Go Bernadette, and let me tell you, it was a hoot. I highly recommend you dive into it on a park bench this weekend. And if you are a Seattle transplant (like me), then you absolutely have to read it. The subtle Seattle humor got me to laugh out loud and I was reading Matt paragraphs on paragraphs because they were too spot on not to share. The book is a great one, no matter where you live, and I know you will be giggling along and enjoying the mom, dad, daughter adventure. Let me know your favorite part!

I mean, how can you not enjoy…

My heart started racing, not the bad kind of heart racing, like I'm going to die. But the good kind of heart racing, like, Hello, can I help you with something? If not, please step aside because I'm about to kick the shit out of life.

If I have one more conversation about Seattle rain… “Can you believe the weather?...Actually, I CAN believe the weather. What I can't believe is that I'm actually having a conversation about the weather.

But at the end of the day, the weather really doesn't matter. “All those ninnies have it wrong. The best thing about Seattle is the weather. The world over, people have ocean views. But across our ocean is Bainbridge Island, an evergreen curb, and over it the exploding, craggy, snow-scraped Olympics. I guess what I'm saying: I miss it, the mountains and the water.

This one is me in a nutshell. “You know what it’s like when you go to IKEA and you can’t believe how cheap everything is, and even though you may not need a hundred tea lights, my God, they’re only ninety-nine cents for the whole bag? Or: Sure the throw pillows are filled with a squishy ball of no-doubt toxic whatnot, but they’re so bright and three-for-five-dollars that before you know it you've dropped five hundred bucks, not because you needed any of this crap, but because it was so damn cheap?

Illustration is obviously highly inspired by the cover.


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