
You don’t read this book for a happy ending. You read it to have a phantom slice your chest open and crush it before your watering eyes. You read it to see two perfectly fine people—and consequently yourself—fall apart. Then, you look at the blueprint, and try to fix yourself up and move on…

A willow is only a tree, its beauty and sophistication unappreciated until it is cradled by the wind. It just so happens Taylor Swift is that gust of wind…

The Queen’s Gambit didn’t just breathe life into the fictional Beth Harmon, it breathed life into chess itself…

While there are no party bangers or mistaken lyrical earworms present in this album, Swift has redefined herself as someone more mature and liberated, advancing into her thirties…

City of Girls isn’t a quick, easy read of a girl who trades her life for alcohol and sex, nor is it a satirical story about a girl who simply accepts life as it is handed to her…

Lover reminds me of exactly why I fell in love with Swift’s music in the first place – it has lyrics that seem straight out of a diary and just the right melody that has got me dancing stupidly in my room and lip-syncing to the tracks as they shuffle on repeat…