Happy 2019! Let the Year of Healing commence. May green juice flow from the public fountains (once the government shutdown ends, obvi) and kale garnish every entryway (until it contracts E. coli).

On this, the first week of the Year of Healing, I come to you from the couch, where I attempt to keep both lungs firmly inside my chest as I type. This cold clings like the taste of the cocktail that put your night over the edge.

Here’s what you missed while detoxing from December:

44 shared his favorite books, movies, and songs of 2018 and took home Husband of the Year.

The club’s favorite floodlight hero Sloane Crosley shared what’s wrong with the media’s depiction of the publishing industry. While the three martini lunches are extinct, Diana’s statement jewelry is on point.

2021 will be the Year of Gatsby Fanfic. Decide your OTP now.

You’ve Got Mail, one of my all-time favorites, turned 20 last month. After you rewatch it, turn to this handy Nora Ephron reading list.

Cheers,

– E