Winding Down With True Crime
How did stories of dead and missing white women become our guilty pleasure?
There is not much that feels more leisurely to me than finishing a book on a Saturday morning and standing up to browse my stack of “to-be-read” books, cup of coffee in hand, the rest of an unplanned and unfilled weekend still stretching out before me. Thanks to my future father-in-law, whose ability to choose books for me is better than any algorithm, …
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