I have recently come to the terrifying and liberating conclusion that I have adult acne. It’s not a huge deal and I know there are countless worse problems I could be afflicted with, but until you get the right perspective you can’t see things that way, and for a long time I ruined my life […]
Eight years ago I skipped college graduation because I was determined to move to New York and become a writer. I was so naïve, so lonely, when I first arrived to Manhattan I remember sitting on the steps of the New York Public Library when a man came up to me and complimented me on […]
I waited five months for this. Over 150 days I yearned and dreamed and sustained myself off the idea of it. My own place. With Jay. Two bedrooms. A large kitchen. A loft in Philadelphia all our own. Last Tuesday, after the movers came, the cleaners cleaned and everyone left, Jay and I sat […]
Yes, I had nightmares—children do. After all, it takes some time to get used to being alive. And how else, except in the clarity of dreams, are you supposed to see the world all around you that’s hidden by the light of day? —Deborah Eisenberg Exactly eight days until I officially move out of my […]
Someone once asked me where I found all the time to watch all the TV I do. I turned to them, serious as I’d ever been, and said, ‘you find the time for the things you love.’ I’m not ashamed to say I love television. TV shows, books, movies, they’re all the same to me. […]
I need to talk about last week. A few friends reached out to me, actually, about it. I received a few emails from readers as well. While standing in line at Whole Foods, I checked my phone and there they were. Three, four, five, six, twelve messages. Of course I’ve gotten angry mail and hateful […]
Novelist Gertrude Stein said, “Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” I never really cared for that quote until I realized it was happening to me. I had a call with a friend a few days ago. She told me I didn’t sound like myself, like she could […]
Being Boring by Wendy Cope ‘May you live in interesting times.’ –Chinese curse If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say Except that the garden is growing. I had a slight cold but it’s better today. I’m content with the way things are going. Yes, he is the same as he usually […]
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Writers & Lovers follows Casey–a smart and achingly vulnerable protagonist–in the last days of a long youth, a time when every element of her life comes to a crisis. Written with King’s trademark humor, heart, and intelligence, Writers & Lovers is a transfixing novel that explores the terrifying and exhilarating leap between the end of one phase of life and the beginning of another.
In an American suburb in the early 1980s, students at a highly competitive performing arts high school struggle and thrive in a rarified bubble, ambitiously pursuing music, movement, Shakespeare, and, particularly, their acting classes. When within this striving “Brotherhood of the Arts,” two freshmen, David and Sarah, fall headlong into love, their passion does not go unnoticed–or untoyed with–by anyone, especially not by their charismatic acting teacher, Mr. Kingsley.
Perfect for fans of Barbara Kingsolver and Karen Russell, Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.
Here is the dazzling saga of two women, the brilliant, bookish Elena and the fiery, uncontainable Lila. Both are now adults; life’s great discoveries have been made, its vagaries and losses have been suffered. Through it all, the women’s friendship has remained the gravitational center of their lives.
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Here is a fact I generally try to keep secret: I am 30 years old, and I’m living with my parents. As much as I’d like to smudge the narrative, save my pride, and say I’m here because of the pandemic, I’m not. I left Brooklyn in September, because after nine years in the city […]
Cellulite is a bitch. Little dimples, staring back at me in the mirror with a look as if to say “Oh, sorry you don’t want us to hang around here?”. I remember it’s something that crossed my mind whilst having sex with one of my first boyfriends. Wondering if he too was speaking to the […]
A love letter to running and to Maggie Rogers. On a particularly bleak day at the end of March, having been furloughed and in the grip of pandemic panic, I very dramatically did not get out of bed for an entire day or open the curtains, in the manner of an Edwardian society lady with […]