A perfect Beverly Hills marriage, a dead first wife, and one very suspicious housewife. I thought I knew where The Housewife was going, but this twisty domestic thriller had other plans.
Michael Rafidi has a Michelin star and a James Beard trophy. The three DC spots he actually recommends: a wood-fired hearth, a family bakery, and breakfast tacos that would make Texas nervous.
A luxury influencer yacht, a billionaire boss, and a hurricane trapping everyone at sea? The Last Time We Drowned turns curated paradise into a claustrophobic nightmare with better lighting.
Models Inc. was messy, glamorous, wildly overdramatic 1990s soap perfection. Aaron Spelling turned a modeling agency into a runway-adjacent crime scene, and honestly, television was better for it.
Rachel Khong’s My Dear You comes in weird and stays weird, with stories about race, love, ghosts, sex dolls, God, and the general inconvenience of being human. Not every story lands, but even the misses are strange...
An orc, a coffee shop, and a second chance at peace. Legends & Lattes: The Graphic Novel is cozy fantasy at its sweetest. Read my review and learn why I gave it 4/5 stars.
Competitive chess has never felt this scandalous. Checkmate turns ambition, ego, and one explosive cheating accusation into a nonfiction thriller that’s nearly impossible to put down.
Next Time Will Be Our Turn by Jesse Q. Sutanto delivers a sweeping, emotionally heavy love story about identity, sacrifice, and the secrets families carry across generations. Find out why I gave the book 3.75/5 stars.
I went into this expecting an easy answer about why we dream and instead found myself inside the emotional machinery of nightmares. Turns out, the tidal wave chasing you in your sleep might have a lot more to say than...
The new trailer for The End of Oak Street starts with a neighborhood mystery and ends with a survival problem most HOAs are not equipped to handle. Watch now!
I have never found a dead body, and I’d love to keep that streak alive. But as someone who watches too much true crime, I have wondered: if a normal walk suddenly turns crime-scene-adjacent, what are you actually...