Unde ai dispărut, Bernadette?

“Here's something about Mom: she's bad with annoyances, but great in a crisis. If a waiter doesn't refill her water after she's asked three times, or she forgets her dark glasses when the sun comes out, look out! But when it comes to something truly bad happening, Mom plugs into this supreme calm.”

I didn't hate this, but I didn't enjoy it either, only briefly. Was I supposed to find this hysterically funny? Because I didn't. Every character, except for Bee, maybe, was so damn over the top.

The book examines in tedious details the life of an eccentric uppity white upper middle class couple. It mentions ad nauseam that the people forming this couple are both geniuses. This is clearly mean to to be sooo ironic because they act completely moronic and immature.

Then it uses mental health as a ruse and makes fun at how a woman was almost committed to a mental institution because she was a misunderstood artist.

It also makes fun some more of Indian online secretaries being paid 75 cents an hour. How funny this is, ha ha. Another thing that's really funny in this book: a girl going through the trauma of thinking her mom is either dead or hurt. She has to take it upon herself to look for her because her husband of 20 years can't be bothered because he's labeled his wife crazy and he's shagging a coworker.

And what about that cop-out ending? Yes, yes I know this was all meant to be a satire, I don't care, for me it wasn't good.