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While I was impatient with Sarah, the mother of two school-age children, for the way she was handling the anonymous threats to reveal her secret identity as a celebrity blogger, I was ultimately charmed. Light & funny; family relationships & PTA politics. Pick this up if you like Liane Moriarty & Maria Semple. #CanLit 🇨🇦

"In real life, she used to do heroin and has 'No Angle' tattooed across the bottom of her back. Her taste is as bad as her spelling. The blog's a lie."
"And that's the problem?" said Sarah. "Not the pillowcase skirts."
"Thrifted organic-cotton pillowcases."
"Sheared from free-range sheep."

[I googled "misspelled tattoos" to find this image. Also found a lot of other funny mistakes.]

These books were all their favourites, the picture books both girls shoved into their mother's hands, even though they could read themselves by now. And then Harriet the Spy, which Clementine appreciated for its wickedness, most of it going over Gladys's head, but not entirely, because she'd lately taken to carrying around a notebook of her own, her notes illegible on account that she hadn't yet learned how to write.

Up next: "A grownup Harriet the Spy for the digital age."

Morning ritual.

I really liked this book. It totally reminded me of Harriet the Spy, one of my all-time favourite childhood reads. My only complaint was that the denouement was a wee bit anticlimactic. Once I knew who Jane Q. actually was, it just wasn't as engaging and I ended up struggling to maintain my interest a bit at the end.