This is Sera Beak’s first book—in this life. She may write another. Or she may just stop trying to explain the inexplicable and build a bird sanctuary. Or she might finally create that cool toy for young girls she’s been dreaming about. She is happiest being a mover. But not of furniture. She lives in San Francisco, drives a purple car, cohabits with an effusive African Grey parrot named Anaya, and has an unnatural affection for human bloopers. She would love to hear from you. And You.