Wish I‘d been of an income level in college where I was in need of a stove so I could have partaken of both types of good.

These are not new recs but Piranesi by Susanna Clarke and the 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton were the books that shook off my Covid funk when it came to reading fiction

Was literally going to follow up with “it makes Hailee Steinfeld look like a real theater kid” but you beat me to it

It’s mind boggling that they play it every 2-3 episodes. It’s absolutely devoid of personality.