When I found out at the age of 22 that I was not somehow failing at being liked by others, but that a series of horribly well-meant mistakes by my parents, teachers and pediatricians had kept me from the autism diagnosis I should have had when I was eight, the only thing that cheered me up for months was hunting for serial killers in Copenhagen and Malmö.
GENIUS: Ghostwriter manipulates letters of text in books, newspapers, what have you, to form clues that help the youths solve mysteries. His abilities transcend anagrammar. Most likely because he is a ghost.
Sad Kit Harington looks like a black cocker spaniel who needs to pee, but it’s raining outside and he doesn’t want to get his little paws wet.
Sad Kit Harington looks like a guy who’d make you a mix tape, and then watch as you listen to it and get quietly upset when you didn’t find a deeper meaning in all the song lyrics he chose specifically for you.
If I had no other obligations — and if I hadn’t wrecked my wrists a few years back — I would knit all the time; literally fall asleep knitting at night and pick it up as soon as I woke in the morning. (In this scenario I would also have maidens to feed me so I would not have to take any breaks to eat.) But because I don’t live in a fantasy, I mostly knit while
13. Help her to curb her shopping impulse. She will no doubt want to buy a lot of wool sweaters that look like Keri Russell’s sweaters. She may also seek out a pair of high-waisted Guess jeans or a bodysuit, which she will justify by saying, “Well, it wasn’t the 1980s unless you could feel snaps in your crotch.”