The annual swim extravaganza came to town offering a designer preview of what next season’s beaches will look like. In a word: hot!
Archie Andrews has died, felled by an assassin’s bullet intended for a friend. Let’s pause here to mourn an iconic figure of our childhood.
OK, so I am biased. I’m partial to the rhythm and melody of language, to the thrill of a well-turned phrase, to the surprise ending — didn’t see that coming! — of a superbly plotted story.