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A review by jjp723
Where'd You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple
5.0
Sometimes I think about people who don't like to read and I feel so sorry for them because they have no idea of the joy that finding a book like this, a book I literally could not put down and read in a day, brings to your life. Really! I thought this one started out funny,snarky - I loved Bernadette and thought that the world she describes could be anywhere, not just Seattle - but as the book goes on it gets touching, more thoughtful, more clever, even sad at times. Anyone who suffers from a bit of crazy or has a few obsessive traits will see themselves here and wish they could be a little bit crazy in such a cool way. And finally, a very generous book - just like real life - sometimes people really do change. Read this one!!!
(An aside - there is a great line on page 320 about researches and being good at writing grants ... snarky and perfect ...)
*I had a million questions. I asked Becky to have dinner with me. She was a drab type, with a ten-gallon ass, unctuous towards the waiters in some "see how well I treat the help" show of superiority. (I think it's a midwestern thing.)*
*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, pleaes step aside because I'm about to kick the shit out of life.*
*(I'm telling you, there are all kinds down here. At lunch today, a Nobel Prize-winning physicist explained "the quilted universe". I'm not talking about Galer Street pickup, with the parents standing arond in their North Face. It's a quantum physics concept where everything that can happen, is happening, in an infinite number of parallel universes. Shit, I can't explain it now. But I'm telling you, for a fleeting moment at lunch, I grasped it. Like everything else in my life - I got it, I lost it!)*
*(OK, we need to double swear to never tease Dad about the emails from the admin. You may have a hard time seeing it now, but trust me, it meant nothing. No doubt poor Dad is already dying of mortification. If he hasn't ditched her by the time I return, have no fear, I will swat her away myself.)*
(An aside - there is a great line on page 320 about researches and being good at writing grants ... snarky and perfect ...)
*I had a million questions. I asked Becky to have dinner with me. She was a drab type, with a ten-gallon ass, unctuous towards the waiters in some "see how well I treat the help" show of superiority. (I think it's a midwestern thing.)*
*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, pleaes step aside because I'm about to kick the shit out of life.*
*(I'm telling you, there are all kinds down here. At lunch today, a Nobel Prize-winning physicist explained "the quilted universe". I'm not talking about Galer Street pickup, with the parents standing arond in their North Face. It's a quantum physics concept where everything that can happen, is happening, in an infinite number of parallel universes. Shit, I can't explain it now. But I'm telling you, for a fleeting moment at lunch, I grasped it. Like everything else in my life - I got it, I lost it!)*
*(OK, we need to double swear to never tease Dad about the emails from the admin. You may have a hard time seeing it now, but trust me, it meant nothing. No doubt poor Dad is already dying of mortification. If he hasn't ditched her by the time I return, have no fear, I will swat her away myself.)*