the latest installment in my wedding series, all about awkward bridal party intros, jack white, and recent vibes droughts at concerts

my fiance saw a book at Foyles that sounded like the perfect book for him, but he didn’t buy it. after a few days, he couldn’t stop thinking about it and regretted not buying it. he couldn’t remember the title, so we spent a while searching for it online with various keywords, to no avail. he really wanted this book, so he went back to Foyles, found it, brought it home, and read it immediately. today, he told me that it was a slog to get through, that the prose was “stodgy and turgid.” there’s a metaphor in there somewhere.