Sucked in

When I move somewhere new, I enjoy reading books about or based in my adopted home-region. It gives me some perspective when I write -- and keeps me from saying embarrassing things around complete strangers. "You mean the Olympics were never held in the Olympic Peninsula?" That kind of thing.

I'm starting with a classic: Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer. It's set in Forks, Wa. (though you all know this already, since I'm at least a couple years behind this trend.) And much like its lead character, this book has the potential to eat me alive. I can't put it down. I read it in the kitchen while making dinner; while walking outside; at the gym; during lunch; instead of working; at night before bed, and first thing when I wake up. I wake up early, just to read it. I feel horribly guilty, like I'm addicted to a teenager's diary. Though I have technically learned something about NW Washington state: 1. It rains there more than anywhere else in the US. 2. There are vampires there.



Does anyone have any other recommendations on good Seattle, Washington or Pacific NW literature I should check out? I should be done with this paper-based cocaine tonight.