journal entries, and it's one that truly captures the imagination effectively.

Ellen was very much the people's actress, a young woman who rose up through society's ranks and became one with the King's courts, gallivanting with them on trips to the countryside, and developing relationships with noted historical figures. It was such a simple task to connect with Ellen and I found every single journal entry to be so engaging and cleverly written. I blushed in certain spots, giggled in others, and raged against injustices. I was hooked on the story, and the story didn't let me go.

Priya Parmar did one heck of a job keeping the story relatable to contemporary times without losing any edge of the 1600s. Her attention to detail was both breathtaking and refreshing, andlength several times over. I sat in my own silence, as the instrumental breaks of Venice Bitch swelled through the speakers of my Honda Civic. I stared out of my windshield growing foggy, switching on the vents as the hum of tires dancing against I-395 sang along to “crimson and clover, honey // over and over, honey.” In the nine hours of solitude, fueled by a Tripleshot and the cheapest gas Google Maps could find me, I reflected on the decade and my life as of late. While the vision of Jack Antonoff’s soundscape on Rockwell! may have been the California sun, it felt all too familiar on the New Jersey turnpike at one in the morning. The momentum of the music synced in time to the racing