“If we get lost in the cellphone dead zone, I plan to be quite passive-aggressive,” Jamie’s mother says. “We’re not lost yet. Still working on it.” Serena starts quoting some Thoreau pomposity about losing yourself in the woods—as if getting lost is intrinsically better in the woods than in a suburban IKEA. The whole concept of “getting lost” implies that at some point we are in fact oriented, which flies in the face of everything Jamie has ever known about people.
