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297 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 2025




"...Ellie always does things like this. Give her a book and she can provide you with an in-depth analysis. Give her a light bulb, and suddenly she doesn't know her left from her right."
"Ellie should know these things too. She's traveled her just as frequently as him, though honestly, she's never fully paid attention. This has always been Jonah's job--to know where they're going, where to find certain things. And isn't this just marriage? One person in the driver's seat, the other person staring out the window, bouncing along, pleased to be enjoying the ride."
"This is just one of the many symptoms of all the years she felt so responsible for everyone, always making sure the three of them had every possible thing, this forever maternal urge to overpack."
"Apparently, this sort of affection from her father is still fine."
"Like always, as of late, her feet are covered by those ridiculous Jesus sandals. This is Maggie's look now, her vibe (oh, to still have the luxury of such self-indulgence as a vibe, whatever that even means), something to go along with her total protestation of eggs and gelatin. Apparently, according to her daughter, Ellie's love of fizzy grapefruit seltzer and certain baked confections is the sole reason there's a hole in the atmosphere."
"Maggie stares through the window, still gnawing her way through steak-size slices of dried mango. You know how you'd be less hungry? Ellie thinks. If you put aside these foolish new politics and actually ate a steak."
"Apparently, up at Middlebury, where Ellie and Jonah are paying more than some people's annual salary for Maggie to hand out and drink locally brewed craft beers for four years, someone has convinced their daughter that her comfortable upbringing is why the world keeps catching on fire. Probably the same individual who stabbed a needle and silver stud though[sic] her nostril. Ellie imagines that this person drives a bumper-sticker marked Subaru."
"She and Maggie aren't the same, due to reasons Ellie doesn't understand."
"Why, of all the bags, did the need to check hers? As if she--an unremarkable suburban mother, looking like a stock character of a typical late-forties woman on a film set--might be hoarding guns or drugs or exotic animals in her luggage instead of menopause medication and a few extra light layers in case she gets chilly at night."
"International Drive is a showpiece of everything terrible. Fast-food joints. Name-brand hotels. Outlet malls. Chain restaurants. To arrive at the theme parks or her parents' small community or any place else desirable, one must navigate this road first. It's like flying to a sketchy island and have to drive through its upsetting third-world section before you reach your all-inclusive resort--a visual reminder of what has been sacrificed so you and your family can relax."
"Beside Ellie, a little girl dressed in a made-in-China princess costume bounces up and down like a windup toy."
"Ellie pays $200 every three months so some twenty-eight-year-old can paint her head with chemicals and help fuel the cultural belief that women shouldn't age."
"Air shoots through the vents, billowing Ellie's straight, shoulder-length (dyed and highlighted, definitely not natural) honey-brunette hair. "
"[Ellie's mother] stands at the edge of the terra-cotta-colored walkway outside her condo. She's waving a white dish towel about her dyed-from-a-box blond bob of hair, as if she's watching a ship come into port."
"[Ellie] pulls her (dyed) hair--already frizzing--away from her face."
"Bunny joins her daughter at the table. Her thinning, dyed-blond hair is brushed back away from her face, her skin a map of wrinkles and time."
"She looks the same, like regular old Ellie. A few simple sweeps of makeup. Her professionally dyed honey hair hanging in two straight curtains around her face."