🎥 ‘Hit Man’ on Netflix: This latest movie from Richard Linklater (if you haven’t seen his ‘Before’ trilogy, stop what you’re doing and go watch them immediately) couldn’t be more charming. Glen Powell stars as a Bermuda shorts-wearing philosophy professor and part-time undercover police contractor who poses as a hit man. It’s all going swimmingly until he falls for a woman who hires him to kill her husband… as an aside, ‘The Fall Guy’ on Prime is also a pure delight.
📚 Margot’s Got Money Troubles by Rufi Thorpe: Reading this outrageous book (out today!) on a recent park date with a friend, I kept interrupting her flow to read aloud sentences, “He was a wind chime in human form, dangling dorkily from the glorious tree of higher education.” In it, Margo drops out of college to have a baby (the father is the dorky wind chime, her former professor), and is immediately hit by the weight of the challenge and financial impossibility. She creates an OnlyFans account, which—stick with me here—gains popularity when her dad, a former pro wrestler, gives her tips on the art of creating a branded personality. Original and empathetic to its core. Elle Fanning, who reads the audiobook, recently signed on to star in the AppleTV+ adaptation!
📺 “Queenie” on Hulu: I devoured Candice Carty-William’s hilarious novel about a 20-something woman navigating south London post-breakup. This Hulu adaptation pays homage to the sweetness of the book—Queenie’s relationships with her friends and family, the tumult of navigating a “quarterlife” crisis, and the complications that come from straddling cultures.
P.S. My novel You’re Safe Here comes out in two weeks! I’d love to see you on one of my book tour stops!
The groomsmen met us at the entrance to the venue, intercepting us under a trellis of pink roses, strung upside-down to create the illusion of being suspended in mid-air. My boyfriend stood among them, donning the same sage-green tie and boutonniere as the others, his best friends from college. He held out his hand, complimenting my dress, then pulling me in. Before long, the groomsmen returned to their duties and I found a seat with their partners, chatting naturally from the quick bond we’d forged while crowding around our Airbnb’s small bathroom to get ready. Everything looks beautiful, we kept saying.
It was a picture-perfect San Diego wedding, with more roses cascading down from the chuppah and a beaming mother-of-the-bride, whose joy was so infectious, you could almost see it radiating off of her. I felt lucky to be there, honored that I was invited as a “plus one” to witness such an intimate moment, but as the ceremony began, I had trouble seeing it clearly.
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