The brilliantly compulsive TV adaptation of Sally Rooney’s Normal People immediately catapulted itself into our hearts (and our TV viewing schedules) when it was released last year. It seems no one could get enough of Marianne and Connell or their tender coming-of-age tale of first love, and we’ve since been left with a Normal People-sized hole in our lives.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’