"Life is a stew, and pot is poop.If someone stirred even a teeny-bit of poop in the stew, would you really want to eat it?" Maria Semple invented satire through this epistolary novel about one of the few privileged, rich white women I will ever love. I love Bernadette and everyone she loves (and I hate everyone she hates because that's just what friends of Bernadette's would do!). It was an all-in-one-sitting-read for me and a part of me wishes I prologued and cherished the story a bit more.