Miss me?

I wrote so much last week, then went cold turkey. Sorry. I took off on a last-minute Lake Powell trip with our family. And if you’ve been tapping into my subtle and not-so-subtle posts, a getaway was necessary for my sanity. Five days of no internet was a bittersweet heaven. Instead of checking my blog or reading about how to get more Pinterest followers, I read Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple and fell in love with the world of an anxious artist living with her family in a blackberry bush-infested house in Seattle. Read it.

I finished Bernadette the second day in Lake Powell lying on the houseboat with fourteen other sleeping bodies breathing deeply–there were only two snorers this time. The moon was almost enough light to read without my book light, but the mixture of heat and boat-rocking was already enough to give me a headache. I thought about nudging Spencer to tell him everything in my book–as if I had personally gone through a tremendous experience–but I tried out my considerate self and wrote in my journal instead.

Like any good book, I had a hard time letting go of Bee and Bernadette. I feel so mediocre in my world, even though I’m 21 and should look at the bad ass stuff that I’ve done. But why can’t Bernadette be my friend? Why can’t I find a Bernadette in my life? Is it because I’m Bernadette? Does that mean I’ll be anxious and caged until I’m fifty and then (SPOILER-ish) take off to Antarctica?

Enough of that. I’m now reading The Vacationers by Emma Straub, another top summer book for 2014, and I HATE IT. I’m halfway through the book and not one bloody thing has happened. I don’t care if you’ve been to Mallorca and can describe every damn tree and piece of sand on the sidewalk–if all you can give me is drama between a husband and wife because of an affair, boo hoo. That’s right, Emma Straub, you don’t have Anne’s vote, even if you paid Maria Semple to write you a nice quote to stick on the cover of your book. I don’t care about bloody Mallorca.

I don’t have all of my photos of Lake Powell yet, so I’ll save you the update for later. I hope your Wednesday is so, totally rad. I’m going to read more of my stupid affair book and then work for a few hours. I had a bowl of Reeses Puffs for breakfast (the box is officially gone–can you believe we let it last that long?), so it’s going to be a good day.

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  1. I love your honest book critique. “I don’t care if you’ve been to Mallorca and can describe every damn tree and piece of sand on the sidewalk–if all you can give me is drama between a husband and wife because of an affair, boo hoo. ” That is pure book review gold. You should consider a career writing honest book blurbs. Like, “The author is a nice person with children, so buy this book but know that after page 70 you will be bored to tears.” I would pay money for the book just to see if you were right.

    And yes, I am amazed you managed to get your box of Reeses Puffs to last. I have been known to eat a whole box of cereal in a day because I didn’t want to share with my family. It was worth being sick from sugar/crap overload rather than seeing my precious cereal being eaten by others. I love them and all, but really. Keep your mitts off my carbs, people. Spencer and you make a good team.


    • Haha! Heather, your comment made me laugh out loud. Whoever made up the phrase “sharing is caring” didn’t have a bowl of Reeses Puffs. I’m with you. Eat it all before they get home.


  2. I missed you terribly and I’m going to go buy Where’d you go, Bernadette immediately. Glad you had a good time.


    • Yes. Read it so I can talk more about it. I just took it back to replace it with two more books and was super sad. I’m obsessed.

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