Believe Me

Publisher: Vintage Canada
How curious can a five-year-old really be? Frannie and Calvin are back, and even more baffled, in this hilarious and heartwarming sequel to Patricia Pearson’s critically acclaimed comic novel, Playing House.

Frannie Mackenzie thought she finally had her life on track. Even though she backed into love and parenthood — getting pregnant before she even knew how to spell her lover Calvin’s last name
(P-U-D-D-I-E) — the birth of baby Lester seemed to put everything in the right order at last. Ha! When her mother-in-law, Bernice, takes theatrically to her death bed and Calvin can’t deal, Frannie has to step up to the next big challenge: what to make of mortality when you’re pretty sure there’s no afterlife. And Lester, at five, knows just how to test his mother’s verbal and spiritual limits. Spotting a crucifix in a local church, Lester inquires, “What happened to that guy?”

There’s certainly no lack of absolutists in Frannie’s life: an atheist scientist bent on disproving God, a near-death experiencer, a suburban shaman, and the whole neo-con coterie of magazine editors at The Moral Volcano who pay her salary. But when it comes down to surveying the landscape of their own beliefs, Frannie and Calvin find that a dying woman and a growing child offer the most lasting lessons on life and faith.

From the Hardcover edition.


Lately, I’ve been thinking about death.

Actually, I haven’t.

I don’t like to think about death. Whenever the subject of death springs to mind, the two thoughts that form in my brain are scary, and go away. It’s my son, Lester, who has been thinking about death, and he has...
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“Pearson’s wit is in fine form throughout. As are her observations about everything from the quirks of small-town life to the daily rhythms of motherhood. Most importantly, Believe Me captures the persistence of our childlike wonder at the world.”
Quill & Quire

“The book reads like Bridget Jones with children.… But the story goes beyond the day-to-day trials of parenthood and adulthood. It explores themes of death, afterlife and God, all with a wry sense of humour…. Believe Me clearly heralds a new talent on the Canadian chick-lit scene.”
Winnipeg Free Press

“Pearson is probably one of the smartest, sharpest and funniest Canadian journalists writing right now. Less flaky that Anne Lamott, whom she's often compared to, she's more like the Bill Bryson of motherhood. As a political and cultural columnist she may be on her way to becoming a younger version of Anna Quindlen, the much-loved former editorial columnist for The New York Times. At least she is in the U.S., where she writes regularly for USA Today.”
The Mirror (Montreal)

“…Though the palliative-care ward of a Cape Breton hospital doesn’t sound like a promising place to turn for laughs, Pearson makes hay with collapsing beds and asthmatics hacking up over cold KFC.”
The Globe and Mail

“Nine chapters into Believe Me, read over a very short lunch hour, I had already laughed out loud at least three times, and had put in an order for Patricia Pearson’s first novel, Playing House….The bonus with this book is that it is recognizably Canadian as well, with frequent and familiar mentions of landmarks, cities, and terrain.”
The Intelligencer

Praise for Area Woman Blows Gasket:

“Canadian parents and fans of good editorial writing will at least get that chance to read her journalism. They should go for it, believe me.”
The Mirror (Montreal)

“Patricia Pearson was born with that infra-X-ray-spectroscopic quirk of vision that sees behind life's facades and into the true nature of things -- things like just how surreal real life can be. Luckily for us, her strange powers are tuned to the Hilarity setting; she copes with life by laughing at it, and you'll laugh along with her on every page of this smart, irreverent, and best of all funny, funny book.”  
-- Bruce McCall

“Patricia Pearson holds little back as she admits to myriad foibles as a woman and a parent and a wife, and as she confesses her great puzzlement with so many accepted societal "norms". Not only did I giggle to myself throughout this book, but in spite of all her self-described flaws, I came out on the other end knowing one thing for certain:  I want to be more like her.”
--Muffy Mead-Ferro, author of Confessions of a Slacker Mom

Praise for Playing House:
“Think Bridget Jones’s Diary and Sex and the City meet Good Housekeeping and Today’s Parent. Vodka tonics meet baby bottles. Designer clothes meet grubby little hands. . . . Patricia Pearson made me laugh out loud.”
Ottawa Citizen

“A fresh and lively romp. . .will leaving you lusting for more.”
Toronto Sun

From the Hardcover edition.