This book lovingly skewers the people of the suburbs—my people. Yoga pant mom, croc-wearing mom, churchy mom, perfect mom, competitive parents, yard maintenance crazies, coasting-to-retirement teachers—all here in perfectly painted portraits. This delicious book is a clever tale of intrigue, revenge, and sex (with a leaf blower) told in Snarky’s irresistible “Who, me?” voice. For the ultimate suburban experience, I recommend reading it in the back of a PTA meeting or, as I did, in a pedicure chair with a rolling massager. Whether you love the suburbs or are plotting your escape, you’ll find this book as satisfying as a Diet Coke with the *perfect* beverage-to-ice ratio and a twist of lime.