Catie had her touchy-feely future doctor night class this week, so we are welcoming back our third partner in crime, Rosemary! She is a saint and we adore her. We also think you should check out her Golden Globes red carpet recap over at her home blog. Not that you should need proof by now of what a great fit she is for us/how lucky we are to have her, but here’s how she reacted to Kelly Osborne’s shockingly great look: “It’s like, I love it, but I hate it, because every time Kelly Osborne makes a best dressed list, her Horcruxes get stronger.”
PURE GOLD.
Okay, Liars. Let’s get on with this “Fresh Meat” nonsense.
THIS WEEK’S MVP
Hanna, for chasing down the Holbrook “lead,” facing down Ali, and all after still managing her scheduled college rounds. Hanna is quickly gaining ground as the favorite for the Mona Vanderwaal Lifetime Achievement in Excellence Award.
THIS WEEK’S LVP
Combo Ashley+Jason+Marlene. The first for kissing a terrible person for no reason that is true to her character; the second for being too forlorn to shave, but not too forlorn to emotionally manipulate Ashley in every possible way and kiss her when he should know better; the third for continuing to put characters with no reason for/history of weird age-skewy relationship mistakes in situations for which we are supposed to judge them, all while giving Ezra an authoritative (and incorrect) pass.
As Catie put it when she ducked her head in for two seconds to weigh in, there’s a difference between something shocking and something that’s only shocking because it is disrespectful to the story so far. And that is exactly the deal with this Ashley+Jason “twist.” There is absolutely no reasonable point that serves the story beyond “quelle surprise!”
BIGGEST SHOCK/BEST SURPRISE
The guts in the bear in a highly staged taunt of a set-up, all in under five minutes, is classic horrorville A. Although it should be noted that A didn’t sign this particular work of art. So maybe it’s just Holbrook, Jr. testing out his horror trope chops?
Either way. <3
BIGGEST NO-DUH
Ezra is a patronizing POS.
THAT’S ALI, FOLKS
Ali is a patronizing POS.
PREVIOUSLY ON PRETTY LITTLE LIARS
Everyone made just the worst decisions. We could elaborate, but why. The worst. Decisions.
THIS WEEK
Would you all believe that everyone, without exception, manages to make even MORE bad decisions? If not, go ahead and stop here. What follows isn’t pretty.
Cop Toby in a Cop Hallway
As per usual, we open on a Liars Summit. Not with our regular Liars, though! Nope, this Liars Summit is between Toby “Free At Last” Cavanaugh and Ali “Why the Eff is Nobody Thanking Me?” DiLaurentis. Unsurprisingly, it is Ali who called the summit. Also unsurprisingly, even Toby doesn’t believe he’s a real cop and has to be side-eyed through the iron doors to where cops talk to prisoners.
“Tell them to call off the embargo on me existing,” Ali demands, staring unblinkingly from pouchy prison eyes. “Well you did try basically to murder them and set them up for those same murders,” Toby rejoins, “so, you know. No.”
“True true true,” Toby muses, “…sure wish I could look in the eyes the person who put me in that position OH WAIT A MINUTE.” Unfortunately for him, Ali’s been burned (and punched) enough in her life that his (true) words just wash like so much poisoned water off her feathered back. “You’ll all be laughing WHEN YOU’RE DEAD. Because A is going to kill you. Dead. A. Not me. A. Dead. Got it?”
Liars Summit, Main Event
Toby, who according to our notes/general RPD protocol has almost certainly been promoted to sheriff by this point, does get it. And since a Rosewood sheriff would have nothing better to do than reconnoiter with a bunch of teen girls at the local high school in the middle of the day, Toby heads right on over to the Courtyard of Secrets to relays the deets of his visit with Alison.
The big question they are asking is: did Ali set up the grAnd fireworks displAy before she went to prison, or does she have someone on the outside helping her with her workaday torture schemes? We wish Ali wasn’t so juicy a solution to their A mystery—maybe if she weren’t, they’d get a clue and broaden their imaginations/save their own skins. Alas, they are stuck on Ali, and decide that yes, of course someone is helping her, and since Aria SAW Holbrook with his tongue down Ali’s throat at the Christmas ball, and since Aria never, ever makes mistakes, he’s got to be the one!
Conveniently, Holbrook is on personal leave to take care of his “sick dad,” a “fact” which elicits a collective eye roll from the Liars and us. Holbrook has to have learned by now that no one in Bucks County, Pennsylvania has “parents” who might “need them!” Hanna asks Toby if he can see if Holbrook has been visiting Ali in prison during this super convenient time out, but Spencer puts the kibosh on that idea real quick. Why is it always Toby we’re throwing headfirst into the lion’s den, Hanna!??!
Um, chillax, Spence. Toby can get the answer with a literal scan of the literal check-in clipboard at the literal place where he works. No lions anywhere, girlfran. But just to make sure everyone is on board with whatever they do do, Emily suggests that they, all together, come up with a different plan over the weekend. Well, all but Hanna, who’ll be off visiting one of the dozens of schools who are falling all over themselves to have her (HOW many again, Hanna? Spencer refrains, competitive edge sparking in the morning light).
“Speaking of colleges, let’s not!” Aria exclaims, rerouting the subject to Evil Holbrook, who Hanna says really isn’t that evil, guys, just maybe a bad kisser—
Hanna’s eye roll at their scandalized shouts is a thing of beauty. “I mean, it was more of an accidental face bump?” she explains. And besides, he’d just helped her mom and Travis! If anything, his reaction to her poorly thought out thank you proves he’s not evil. Anyway, the point Hanna was trying to make was that if Holbrook IS helping Ali, it’s because she convinced him that she’s the victim. So: convince Holbrook she’s not, and the Liars are golden.
Good luck, Han. Have you met Ali?
No One Asked for an Ezrily Story
True fact: over the break Alexis saw an #Emria tag on a PLL tumblr and it took her ALL DAY to figure out what it meant, and the rest of the week to remember even a single major scene between Emily and Aria. Obviously there have been plenty, regardless of Alexis’ memory. However, what there has not been plenty of is #Ezrily scenes, save for the fantastic 4B episode where Emily stared him down in silent judgment for being their stAlker after handing in her makeup essay.
Writers: those are laurels you could have rested on. Unfortunately, we instead get Emily asking Aria’s opinion as to how likely it would be that Ezra would give her a raise so she can buy a plane ticket to see Paige over Spring Break.
Now, you may be asking yourself, if Paige left at the end of “spring quarter” and now even more time has (presumably) passed…and yet Emily is making plans for a Spring Break that is presumably still in the future…then WHAT IS TIME? Good question. However, asking it would mean missing the true point of this exchange, which is: Ezra now, for a confirmed fact, owns the Brew, and is therefore Em’s actual boss. UGHHHHHHH. We guess he has to get his authority figure kicks in somehow?
Okay, so Ezra is turning the Brew into a bookstore that will sell only copies of Lolita and candy that’s offered from inside a van (formerly Toby’s upstairs apartment). And the grand opening of this monstrosity will require, according to Aria, “jugs of Chablis” and “belly dancers,” and also real food of some kind, although Ezra is such a failure human that he can’t get the Fitzgerald family caterer to understand that no, the foie gras crystal shooters are not appropriate for his budget or crowd.
So now Ezra is left with no one to feed his Chablis-chugging Lolitaheads, and Emily is just buzzing around with that Paige-sized hole in her heart/wallet that a paid catering gig would go a long way to fill, and the writers just can’t help themselves. “Ezrily!” they collectively shout across the writers’ room. “Ezrily is a go!”
Ezra, of course, reacts to Emily’s really great offer to help by being poisonously patronizing: “When did you become a professional chef? Did I miss something all those years I was watching your every move with a billion hidden cameras?” Emily, unfazeable, lists all the reasons she’d be great, but Ezra’s brain is just filled with dismissive static. “…did you even take Home Ec?” he asks grossly, instead of engaging with her in any real way.
WE GET IT FITZ YOU ARE BETTER THAN ALL OF THOSE TEEN GIRLS AND DON’T BELIEVE THEY CAN DO ANYTHING ON THEIR OWN AND ALSO IN CASE WE FORGOT WERE THEIR TEACHER.
Anyway, Em gets the gig. And of course it really is beyond her (pro-tip: fiddly recipes for tiny stuffed half-grape appetizers is a terrible idea when facing a very limited time frame). It wouldn’t have been beyond her and Pam together, and God knows Pam Fields could use a good start on a new career, but all the show had the budget for this week was her empanadas recipe.
Those empanadas, alas, are not enough to save Em from Ezra’s patronizing authority, and he blindsides her the morning of the party with a personal chef he hired while Em was home getting barely two hours of sleep before being awoken by his manically self-obsessed girlfriend. A radiantly furious Emily—who wanted more responsibility, thankyouverymuch—refuses to “attend the party as a guest” like Ezra exclaims the personal chef would allow her to do, and instead storms back to the kitchen and makes her damn empanadas.
Partly this reaction is Pam Fields steel, but also partly it is hysteria over her inability to do anything about Paige’s departure that hasn’t quite broken. Thankfully, the personal chef Ezra hired isn’t a monster, and even though Em shouts at her that she doesn’t want a savior, she just wanted cash to save a relationship that doesn’t really even exist anymore, she manages to both calm Em down and save her empanadas. It all just comes down to a good sauce. (We don’t know if that’s a euphemism.)
LOL Toby’s a Cop
Spencer calls Toby to talk about something probably important, but we couldn’t make out what because there in the middle of a police hunt in the forest ABCFamily flashed bigger and bigger ads for Pitch Perfect‘s ACA-PARTY this weekend and it was super distracting. Toby was also distracted, busy as he was super secret cop stuff. Or not so secret, since he explains to Spencer in precise detail how Tanner has issued another body search on Mona’s property. He hangs up and proceeds to like, Charlie Brown kick his way through the leaves of the potential extended crime scene. Good training, RPD.
Despite there being LITERALLY ALL THE COPS on what allegedly is not the first search of Mona’s property, Toby stumbles upon a very large, very bloody knife, just lying out in the leafy open where any Rosewood Random could find it. He gets a panicked look on his face, then delicately places the leaves back over it, a cop trick from Day 3’s syllabus (Finals day!).
The panicked look gets a prompt explanation: that very bloody knife? Totally his. “What do you mean, it was YOUR KNIFE?” Spencer voice echoes through her empty Barrister manor as Toby recounts his afternoon to her and Caleb. Yes—Caleb, who also seems to recognize the bloody knife being described. He used it all the time, back in his freeloading days of staying at Toby’s cabin, explaining his presence at this mini-summit.
“And you just…left it there?” Spencer can’t believe she has to ask. Well, Toby explains, “For a moment, I forgot I was a cop.” Those are his literal words. To be fair to him: that moment was basically as long as he was actually in cop school, so, fair.
Not fair, as far as Spencer and Caleb are concerned, is the fact that this time bomb of an evidence plant is just lying in the woods where other real Rosewood officers might find it. Dude—do you remember what they do when they find buried shovel handles with those kids’ fingerprints on them? Lord help the Liars if any of their prints turn up on an actual knife. So, obviously, Toby’s got to go back and get it.
“So we can destroy it,” Spence and Caleb say, right as Toby says, “so we can finally solve this damn case.”
A) “Solve?” lololololololololololol
B) “WE?!” Spencer demands. Yeah, we, Spencer. You know, the police? The people you refuse to talk to whenever you have evidence that could’ve gotten you out of this whole mess five seasons and seventeen time jumps ago? (To be fair, not a one of them has proven that he would have been of any actual help to them thus far, but still: an effort would have been nice).
That knife could have any of their DNA on it, and Caleb isn’t risking his neck so Toby can get a medal. Spencer comes up with a very Liar-ific compromise: just leave the knife in the woods. Yeah, Toby won’t get his gold star, and yeah, it leaves them all in danger of falling into A(li)’s trap, but at least this way she won’t have to tell her boyfriend that she plans to go behind his back, since lying to the cops now means lying to him.
And because Toby took a quick bathroom break at Cop College and missed the entire section on obstruction of justice, he agrees to the plan.
Hanna Marin, College/Murder Bound
Hanna is just the cat’s pajamas, now and always. Giving not one single fuck about Ezra’s bookstore party, and barely any about the direness of A(li)’s accomplice still being on the loose, she heads off to Ballard College on a prospective student visit. Looking chill as hell in her slouchy shirt and sunglasses, hugging her stuffed Ballard Bulldog to her chest like she doesn’t care a hoot about who might see her with it, it’s hard to imagine that Hanna was bothered for even a hot second after Ali returned from the dead. Hanna has it TOGETHER, people. (Aria: take notes.)
Hanna, in fact, has it so together that her poor little chatterbox freshman (fresh meat) tour guide is boring her to tears. “The back of a cereal box is more interesting than this girl!” he complains wittily over the phone to Caleb as the poor nervous tour guide pops out for a quick breather. Unfortunately, Caleb can’t laugh because A has framed them with that knife he is supposed to keep super secret. WELL GREAT, now Hanna HAS to abandon her tour. “No! That’s what A wants, Hanna! For Toby to accidentally stumble on the hidden bloody knife then us to make a pact about it while you are away at some random college tour that you’ll be tempted to leave because you are worried! THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT A WANTS.” Sure okay guy. (But also: maybe).
Anyway, Ballard was obviously a bust, and Saint Mona knows that no other Liar is going to make any real headway on the case this weekend, so Hanna skedaddles from Ballard and instead sets to tracking down Detective Hooky Holbrook…at a busted down mobile park…in the middle of the woods…in the middle of the night. Nice going, Marin. Ashley calls just then to hear all about Ballard’s awesome libraries and killer parties, and Hanna is all ready to go into a detailed lie about how many floors full of not-dusty books there are there at good old Ballard when she comes face to face with a hanging deer carcass, and a creepy greasy oldster hacking at the poor beast’s offal there in the pitch black.
“Mom, I gotta go,” Hanna says, not tearing her eyes from the bloody machete. “Oh sure honey, of course!” Ashley sings back. “I just wanted to remind you, if anyone takes you to any parties…DO NOT USE THEIR BEER CUPS TO BURY MURDER EVIDENCE IN THE WOODS. It just always ends badly. K love you byeeeeeee.”
Holbrook, Sr., who rolls out of his camper all holey wife beater and glassy eyes, is shady as hell. First his demands to know who Hanna is, to be asking after Detective Holbrook (who isn’t there), then he mistakes her for Ali. “I figured if anyone knew where he was, it’d be you…you out on bail?” Um, NO, and also Hanna is tired of being mistaken for that monster. Shoulda kept the black streaks, Han.
When Hanna retraces the forty paces or so back to her car, she finds the doors all flung wide open, with the Ballard Bulldog positioned primly in the front seat. The camera tells us that A (or someone) is watching from trees, so this should be good. And it is. It is great. When Hanna pulls the loose thread in the dog’s tummy, the guts from the butchered deer spill out onto her open toe wedges.
Ah, yes. There’s the A we love and have missed. RIP Hanna’s pedicure.
Ruined Jimmy Choos are a slight too many, so you’d better believe that Hanna wastes no time flying to Ali’s cell to finally confront her.
Another Mona parallel, Hanna being the first to visit—and not forgive—the Liars’ tormenter in her cell after her treachery has been “revealed.”
Anyway, Hanna came to tell Ali one thing: give up. She still knows Ali, at least a part of her, and knows at every turn Ali chooses to fight, but now she should just give up. Ali, with all the patronizing derision in the world, insists she has, and adds that, PS, she is suuuuper pissed she’s not gotten a single thank you from any of them. You can stop beating that dead horse, Al—a thank you is the one thing you will never ever get from those four girls.
Ali isn’t about to lose this opportunity to tell her side of the story, though, and manages to explain how A tricked Ali into ruining her own alibi by luring her out of her house on Thanksgiving with a fake call from creepy Cyrus, and now is using her own history with the Liars against her. Really, Han—would Alison DiLaurentis be so stupid as to use her terrible brother as her alibi, unless he was literally her only option?
TBH, that’s a very good point. TBH, Hannah almost thinks so, too. But also TBH, Hanna doesn’t care about Ali. Like, at all.
Spencer + Caleb, Scooby Partners in (Actual) Crime
It’s Spencer’s turn this week to shake Caleb down at his new apartment, after her phone literally (figuratively) catches fire from all the furious texts Hanna bombarded her with after Caleb broke the secret part of their secret do-nothing pact by telling Hanna about the knife. Caleb, who is seven kinds of sensitive but still clueless, can’t imagine why Hanna would be mad at Spencer. Spencer’s face and tone when she explains that it was because Spencer didn’t tell her is very telling for where the Liars are with each other now, versus where they expect to be. Yes, Spencer: you should feel guilty about making secret pacts of secrecy. LIES ARE WHAT TEAR YOU APART.
Not that Spencer has time to parse through any of her own emotions, as right then she spies a GPS printout (really, Caleb? A printout??) on Caleb’s bed and realizes he’s planning now to break the do nothing part of their secret do-nothing pact and just, SERIOUSLY, CALEB?
Look: Caleb is REALLY worried about what prints might be on the knife. He can’t get hauled away for suspicion of murder…again. We start to tune him out, worried that this is yet another flashback to Ravenswood/a great time for a power nap, but he goes on to tell a story about his dark and disreputable past as a junior hacker in Allentown. Somethingsomething credit card number scam somethingsomething wrong place at the wrong time somethingsomething MURDER ACCUSATION. Back then, a good detective let him off the hook. But there are no good detectives in Rosewood. So he’s gotta get rid of that knife. And Spencer’s gonna help.
Now, this Scooby pairing is one we are totally here for, although the lunacy of their first outing makes us question our own good taste. To wit: after locating the planted knife in the little leaf bed Toby made for it, Caleb picks it up with a dish towel and stashes it in his backpack to throw into the lake. You know, Lake Reflux, where not one single thing that has gone in has stayed in. At least he has the good sense to rethink that last one: as long as the knife exists, A will find it and use it against them. And we all know diving to the bottom of a lake is, like, entry-level A shit. So he brings the knife back to Spencer the next morning, asking her to come up with a plan to make the knife Not Exist.
So Spaleb heads to Rosewood High, a place that is totally safe and uncreepy, and somewhere that A has never been known to skulk about in the shadows. Not once. And OF COURSE, Spencer’s brilliant plan involves playing around with a walk-in kiln that neither of them knows how to use. She’s had really good luck with lockable boxes of heat in the past, though, so this should be no problem.
Only, problem—there’s something making noise in the halls. Yes, Spence, you definitely should go check that out. Meanwhile, the knife looks a little crooked on that heating tray at the very back of the kiln room, don’t you think, Caleb? Yes, you should definitely go fix that while Spencer is gone. And, since we’ve all seen Hocus Pocus, we know exactly how this scene will end: the kiln door slams behind him, locking him in.
Meanwhile, Spencer is saving the school’s energy bills by closing all the windows on all the floors, while Caleb bakes to death in the kiln. RIP Caleb. Bet you wish you were a ghost now. (She saves him.) (And presumably torches the knife.) (Although her back was to the kiln door for a HOT second [rimshot] while she was tending to Caleb so odds are A slithered in and took the knife right back.)
As for you, Caleb: don’t complain! Rich white ladies pay a lot of money for what you just suffered through!
Despite her drama-filled day, Spencer shows up at Ezra’s candy van bookstore opening right on time…only to be accosted first by a harried Emily (JUST EAT THE DAMN EMPANADA SPENCER) and then by Generic White Boy #874269, also known as Johnny Raymond, also known as the Cracked out Rando in a Newsboy Cap™ who asked Aria earlier if his BOOKS sign alignment was “slammin'” enough to pass Ezra’s muster. If CRNC becomes even a temporary minor character, poor Catie is sure going to have an awful time of it. Unfortunately, since Johnny is accosting Spencer on the assumption that she is (Missing, presumed Killed in Action) Melissa, whose barn her mom told his mom he could rent, it seems like we—and Spencer—might be stuck with him. Not to be put off by her basic Hastings charms, Johnny is only successfully banished from her presence when Spencer all but shouts that BITCHES GET BURIED in and around that barn, so, good luck, dude.
Toby arrives home, then, but upon seeing the nightmare his downstairs neighbor has wrought he backs right back into the street. Spencer, recognizing his pained expression as more than the usual Ezra Sucks variety, chases him out, excuses and apologies ready w/r/t the secret do-nothing pact. He is fuming, but she correctly (although stupidly) points out that the only way he could know she and Caleb even broke it is if he went back for the knife, too. It’s not about doing the Right Thing, she points out. They all know what the Right Thing is, but this whole show is way, way, way, way, WAY more complicated than that. So she destroyed the knife. Toby plugs his ears and sings “la la la la” because as a cop, he can’t hear this. This is where the Cop Toby plotline comes to a head: Spencer says, “You told me once that I could tell you anything.” But the look on Toby’s face says that that is no longer the case.
This argu-discussion is something that would have been way more logical for them to have before/when he was in cop school, not after, but the two of them look so damn good when they are sad-mad that we’ll give them a pass.
Aria’s Never Leaving This Town
It will surprise no one to learn that Aria’s contribution to this episode is…freaking out about her own crap. We mean, college is a really huge deal, and for an allegedly good student to not get into even a single one would be legitimately horrifying, but Aria needs to step back. Whether A specifically sabotaged her applications, or just generally sabotaged her life leading up to writing/sending the applications, she is not the only one of the four to have to deal with this particular problem. (Maybe if college acceptances were based on the number of times you asked your friends to cover for you when you skipped class, our Liars might’ve had a higher collective acceptance rate.) Emily and Spencer have both gone through the “A is ruining my college prospects” terror, except months (years, in Emily’s case) earlier when they all should have been worrying about it, and Aria was instead baking pies with Ezra. Anyway, Aria can’t to anything but move forward, Em tells her, so why don’t you just do th—
Aria’s response: NO I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY; A DID THIS TO ME.
This is basically Aria’s response to every measured piece of advice Emily tries to give her throughout the episode. Well, this, and impulsively writing a laser-focused, completely fabricated do-over essay in the middle of the night that she sends directly to Jackie Molina, Ezra’s vindictive ex and a new admissions officer at Talmadge, one of the schools who rejected Aria in the first round (one living in reality might be tempted to say the only round, but reality does not apply to Aria Montgomery). The letter Aria writes is the Holy Grail of what Ezria anti-shippers (reasonable adults) want out of this whole series, and is thus that much sharper a slap in the face to hear read, knowing it is all a lie meant to woo Jackie Molina to her side.
Emily is as horrified as we are at seeing what Aria’s written. “But at least,” she says, shaking her head in disbelief/exhaustion, “at least you didn’t send it yet.”
“What do you mean at least I didn’t send it? Why would you think I didn’t send it?? HANG ON GOTTA DRIVE TO NEW YORK.” Or wherever Talmadge is. Not in Pennsylvania, as Jackie Molina so helpfully tells us and Aria when Aria tracks her down on campus that same day.
Anyway, Jackie buys the lie and personally, and within hours, welcomes Aria to the 200? class of Talmadge College.
A’s response? Use laminated key selections from Aria’s Anti-Ezra essay as bookmarks for liberal college guides planted all around Ezra’s candy van bookstore. Now more than ever Alexis wants for Ezra to still/again be A. It would just be too good.
Ashley+Jason
The only remaining storyline is Ashely and Jason’s, of which the less said, the better. For those who want to keep track of plot points (why? the writers stopped honoring them awhile ago), Ashley is still working at Jessica’s property management company, which now means working for Jason, who is trying to pick up the reins and we guess put down roots in that hellscape of a town? That wouldn’t even make sense normally, but since at the moment he is ignoring calls from the sister he helped put in jail and has been kicked out of the DiLaurentis home for the very same, it makes, like, negative sense.
Anyway, after grossly calling out Ashley’s having sent her resume off to another company not run by a dead woman, then emotionally blackmailing her first into staying in a job she doesn’t want to help him adjust, then into taking Ali’s sad prison call so he doesn’t have to, Jason somehow thinks it is a reasonable thing to bring her more files to look over in her personal time at home, where he emotionally blackmails her some more about how sad and alone he is, and then gaslights her or something into thinking she doesn’t have a great life with a lot of hard won self confidence and a great boyfriend that she by all accounts really digs, and kisses her. And hypnotizes her into kissing him more. And more and more, so much more that Hanna spies him coming down the stairs buttoning up his shirt after she comes home late that night from her failed Ballard trip.
UGH.
While Rosemary holds that, given 15 minutes alone in a room together, any two people in Rosewood will end up kissing, Alexis has to reiterate that this is not a twist that respects the story, or Ashley’s character. It is difficult to express how much of a bummer it is to keep having to say things like that about this, our favorite show.
Hello, A
It’s laundry day, prisoners! You get a jumpsuit! You get a jumpsuit! And Ali? YOU get a cheerful handwritten threat from your friendly neighborhood A.
About the Contributor:
Alexis Gunderson is a TV critic and audiobibliophile. A Wyoming expat, she now lives in Maryland, where she runs the DC chapter of the FYA Book Club. She can be found talking about Teen TV on Twitter, and her longform criticism can be found on Authory.
