I write in my notes, maybe she is fake or dead? His answer about where his wife is: evasive. But then she catches sight of a wedding band and that kind of kills the mood. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, then I know that is poetry.” Oh OKAY, EM, GO OFF. They both love spooky poems more than love poems! Em defines poetry as “if I read a book and it makes my body so cold no fire could warm me, then I know that is poetry. Em’s performative fake cough! Their chemistry! He is barely taller than she is so it’s not immediately clear why he can reach a book that she can’t but WHO CARES. These kids really do meet-cute, as in, it is ADORABLE. It’s all very “Timothée, meet Armie Hammer, my research assistant he’ll be staying with us for the summer looking at old skulls and eye-fucking you across the dinner table.” If you’re thinking, “Wait, didn’t I already have a crush on this guy once?” that is because he is Luke from Friday Night Lights. In sneaking downstairs to get to Papa Dickinson’s study, Em runs into Ben from Worcester, her father’s new law clerk. She craves a specific book that is in her dad’s office. If she gets one solid poem out of the effort, she decides, it will be worth it. Em can’t think about the emotional hell she’s putting her entire household through because she has created, through a dramatic effort that puts Shakespeare club to shame, a real room of her own in which to write undisturbed for days on end.
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Let’s make like Em trying on fake yellow fever for size and commit fully to this story.īecause we are in the past and Em has been pretending to be vaguely ill - a headache like “thunder,” clammy skin à la Ferris Bueller, zero appetite - for a week, everyone in the house is genuinely concerned that she’s going to die. Praise to the poetry gods: We have our first five-star episode! This episode has so many things I thoroughly enjoy and hope you do too: elaborate trickery, honest-to-goodness character and plot development, the arrival of a cute new potential love interest, sexual chemistry that I believe one is required to refer to as “palpable,” the introduction of an especially iconic Emily Dickinson verse, improbably cute hair whilst “bedridden” from a mystery non-illness, semi-spontaneous near-skinny dipping under the moonlight - I MEAN.