I only ever went to Portland once for a couple of days 10 years ago, and it was one of my favorite road trips, so I was happy to recognize stuff from it. I let out a cheer when I saw Powell’s.
O, what a strange and lovely thought—that a wardrobe might open onto firs and rain instead of snow. I should like to see such a country, where the magic smells of moss.
A truly Pacific Northwest tale. English ivy is taking over every surface. Coyotes are eating all the local pets. Your only allies against the chaos are a fixie bike, the local gardening co-op, and some kid who plays too much D&D
As a Fathom distribution, feels like it'll be in theaters roughly 5 more minutes. So at least you won't have to wait long.
(But I am curious at the theory)
Searched the library catalog, there are a lot of books called Wildwood for some reason, which one could it be? But then I saw Colin Meloy’s name and now I can’t wait for someone to get their fingers broken in the belly of a whale!