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Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie

Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford

Pacific Northwest Books

916 books — 610 voters

Books by Dave Folsom

7 books — 2 voters

Chief Seattle and the Town That Took His Name by David M. Buerge

The Battle of the Story of the Battle of Seattle by Rebecca Solnit

The River That Made Seattle by B.J. Cummings

U.S. Cities: Seattle, Washington (nonfiction)

86 books — 4 voters

The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein

Where'd You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple

Best Pacific Northwest Fiction

32 books — 19 voters

Hello, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle by Betty MacDonald

Northwest Children's Authors

32 books — 14 voters

The Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown

Pacific Northwest History & Fiction

51 books — 24 voters

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Quotes Tagged “Pacific Northwest”

“ My bedroom is separated from the main body of my house so that I have to go outside and cross some pseudo-Japanese stepping stones in order to go to sleep at night. Often I get rained on a little bit on my way to bed. It’s a benediction. A good night kiss. Romantic? Absolutely. And nothing to be ashamed of. If reality is a matter of perspective, then the romantic view of the world is as valid as any other - and a great deal more rewarding. It makes of life and unpredictable adventure rather tha My bedroom is separated from the main body of my house so that I have to go outside and cross some pseudo-Japanese stepping stones in order to go to sleep at night. Often I get rained on a little bit on my way to bed. It’s a benediction. A good night kiss. Romantic? Absolutely. And nothing to be ashamed of. If reality is a matter of perspective, then the romantic view of the world is as valid as any other - and a great deal more rewarding. It makes of life and unpredictable adventure rather that a problematic equation. Rain is the natural element for romanticism. A dripping fir is a hundred times more sexy than a sunburnt palm tree, and more primal and contemplative, too. A steady, wind-driven rain composed music for the psyche. It not only nurtures and renews, it consecrates and sanctifies. It whispers in secret languages about the primordial essence of things. Obviously, then, the Pacific Northwest's customary climate is perfect for a writer. It's cozy and intimate. Reducing temptation (how can you possibly play on the beach or work in the yard?), it turns a person inward, connecting them with what Jung called "the bottom below the bottom," those areas of the deep unconscious into which every serious writer must spelunk. Directly above my writing desk there is a skylight. This is the window, rain-drummed and bough-brushed, through which my Muse arrives, bringing with her the rhythms and cadences of cloud and water, not to mention the latest catalog from Victoria's Secret and the twenty-three auxiliary verbs. Oddly enough, not every local author shares my proclivity for precipitation. Unaware of the poetry they're missing, many malign the mist as malevolently as they non-literary heliotropes do. They wring their damp mitts and fret about rot, cursing the prolonged spillage, claiming they're too dejected to write, that their feet itch (athlete's foot), the roof leaks, they can't stop coughing, and they feel as if they're slowly being digested by an oyster. Yet the next sunny day, though it may be weeks away, will trot out such a mountainous array of pagodas, vanilla sundaes, hero chins and god fingers; such a sunset palette of Jell-O, carrot oil, Vegas strip, and Kool-Aid; such a sea-vista display of broad waters, firred islands, whale spouts, and boat sails thicker than triangles in a geometry book, that any and all memories of dankness will fizz and implode in a blaze of bedazzled amnesia. "Paradise!" you'll hear them proclaim as they call United Van Lines to cancel their move to Arizona. ...more ”
― Tom Robbins, Wild Ducks Flying Backward

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“ The larger question for the Northwest, where the cities are barely a hundred years old but contain three-fourths of the population, is whether the wild land can provide work for those who need it as their source of income without being ruined for those who need it as their source of sanity. ”
― Timothy Egan, The Good Rain: Across Time and Terrain in the Pacific Northwest

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