I enjoyed reading Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple a few years ago, but knew that I’d really enjoy it now that I lived in Seattle, so I just re-read it. It is hilarious and wise. For those of you who think it is always gray/ raining in Seattle, ponder Semple’s description from Where’d You Go, Bernadette:
“The sky in Seattle is so low, it felt like God had lowered a silk parachute over us. Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky.Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggling cloud wisps; blinding columns of sun. Orbs of gold, pink, flesh, utterly cheesy in their luminosity. Gigantic puffy clouds, welcoming, forgiving, repeating infinitely across the horizon as if between mirrors; and slices of rain, pounding wet misery in the distance now, but soon on us, and in another part of the sky, a black stain, rainless.
The sky, it came in patches, it came in layers, it came swirled together, and always on the move, churning, sometimes whizzing by. It was so low, some days I’d reach out for the flow, like you, Bee, at your first 3-D movie, so convinced was I that I could grab it, and then what– become it.
All those ninnies have it wrong. The best thing about Seattle is the weather.”