Reading 'Good Apple' felt like crashing on Elizabeth’s NYC couch with a bottomless coffee pot—raw, hilarious, and weirdly comforting. Her self-deprecating humor about parenting fails (hello, subway flasher encounters) made me snort-laugh, while her faith struggles mirrored my own messy spiritual notes app.

As someone who’s navigated cultural whiplash (Texas to Berlin here!), her 'southern evangelical in Yankee land' tension hit home. The chapter where she debates politics with her church group? Me texting my conservative mom about Bernie Sanders. Same energy.

Warning: This isn’t a pristine devotion book—it’s got dog-eared-page realness. She writes about faith like a friend confessing over wine: sometimes grace-filled, sometimes cringey (her Fox News rant had me side-eyeing). But that’s why it works—it’s human.

Finished it in two sittings. Now buying copies for my Bible study group AND my atheist book club friend. That’s the magic—it bridges pews and brunch tables.