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Holly Jackson started writing stories from a young age, completing her first (poor) attempt at a novel aged fifteen. She lives in London and aside from reading and writing, she enjoys playing video games and watching true crime documentaries so she can pretend to be a detective. A Good Girl's Guide to Murder is her first novel. You can follow Holly on Twitter and Instagram @HoJay92
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Dead-eyed. That’s what they said, wasn’t it? Lifeless, glassy, empty. Dead eyes were a constant companion now, following her around, never more than a blink away. They hid in the back of her mind and escorted her into her dreams. His dead eyes, the very moment they crossed over from living to not. She saw them in the quickest of glances and the deepest of shadows, and sometimes in the mirror too, wearing her own face.
And Pip saw them right now, staring straight through her. Dead eyes encased in the head of a dead pigeon sprawled on the front drive. Glassy and lifeless, except for the movement of her own reflection within them, bending to her knees and reaching out. Not to touch it, but to get just close enough.
“Ready to go, pickle?” Pip’s dad said behind her. She flinched as he shut the front door with a sharp clack, the sound of a gun hiding in its reverberations. Pip’s other companion.
“Y-yes,” she said, straightening up and straightening out her voice. Breathe, just breathe through it. “Look.” She pointed needlessly. “Dead pigeon.”
He bent down for a look, his black skin creasing around his narrowed eyes, and his pristine three-piece suit creasing around his knees. And then the shift into a face she knew too well: he was about to say something witty and ridiculous, like--
“Pigeon pie for dinner?” he said. Yep, right on cue. Almost every other sentence from him was a joke now, like he was working that much harder to make her smile these days. Pip relented and gave him one.
“Only if it comes with a side of mashed rat-ato,” she quipped, finally letting go of the pigeon’s empty gaze, hoisting her bronze backpack onto one shoulder.
“Ha!” He clapped her on the back, beaming. “My morbid daughter.” Another face shift as he realized what he’d said, and all the other meanings that swirled inside those three simple words. Pip couldn’t escape death, even on this bright late-July morning in an unguarded moment with her dad. It seemed to be all she lived for now.
Her dad shook off the awkwardness, only ever a fleeting thing with him, and gestured to the car with his head. “Come on, you can’t be late for this meeting.”
“Yep,” Pip said, opening the door and taking her seat, unsure of what else to say, her mind left behind as they drove away, back there with the pigeon.
It caught up with her as they pulled into the parking lot for the Fairview train station. It was busy, the sun glinting off the regimented lines of commuter cars.
Her dad sighed. “Ah, that fuckboy in the Porsche has taken my spot again.” “Fuckboy”: another term Pip immediately regretted teaching him.
The only free spaces were down at the far end, near the chain-link fence where the cameras didn’t reach. Howie Bowers’s old stomping ground. Money in one pocket, small paper bags in the other. And before Pip could help herself, the unclicking of her seat belt became the tapping of Stanley Forbes’s shoes on the concrete behind her. It was night now, Howie not in prison but right there under the orange glow, downward shadows for eyes. Stanley reaches him, trading a handful of money for his life, for his secret. And as he turns to face Pip, dead-eyed, six holes split open inside him, spilling gore down his shirt and onto the concrete, and somehow it’s on her hands. It’s all over her hands and--
“Coming, pickle?” Her dad was holding the door open for her.
“Coming,” she replied, wiping her hands against her smartest pants.
The train into Grand Central was packed, and she stood shoulder to shoulder with other passengers, awkward closed-mouth smiles substituting sorrys as they bumped into one another. There were too many hands on the metal pole, so Pip was holding on to her dad’s bent arm instead, to keep her steady. If only it had worked.
She saw Charlie Green twice on the train. The first time in the back of a man’s head, before he shifted to better read his newspaper. The second time, he was a man waiting on the platform, cradling a gun. But as he boarded their car, his face rearranged, lost all its resemblance to Charlie, and the gun was just an umbrella.
It had been three months and the police still hadn’t found him. His wife, Flora, had turned herself in to a police station in Duluth, Minnesota four weeks ago; they had somehow gotten separated while on the run. She didn’t know where her husband was, but the rumors circulating online were that he’d managed to make it across the border to Canada. Pip looked out for him anyway, not because she wanted him caught, but because she needed him found. And that difference was everything, why things could never go back to normal again.
Her dad caught her eye. “You nervous about the meeting?” he asked over the screeching of the train’s wheels as it slowed into Grand Central. “It will be fine. Just listen to Roger, OK? He’s an excellent lawyer. Knows what he’s talking about.”
Roger Turner was an attorney at her dad’s firm who was the best at defamation cases, apparently. They found him a few minutes later, waiting outside the old redbrick conference center, where the meeting room was booked.
“Hello again, Pip,” Roger said, holding out his hand to her. Pip quickly checked her hand for blood before shaking his. “Nice weekend, Victor?”
“It was, thank you, Roger. And I have leftovers for lunch today, so it’s going to be an excellent Monday too.”
“I suppose we better head in, then, if you’re ready?” Roger asked Pip, checking his watch, his other hand gripping a shining briefcase.
Pip nodded. Her hands felt wet again, but it was sweat. It was only sweat.
“You’ll be fine, darling,” her dad told her, straightening out her collar.
“Yes, I’ve done thousands of mediations.” Roger grinned, swiping back his gray hair. “No need to worry.”
“Call me when it’s done.” Pip’s dad leaned down to bury a kiss in the top of her hair. “I’ll see you at home tonight. Roger, I’ll see you in the office later.”
“Yes, see you, Victor. After you, Pip.”
They were in meeting room 4E, on the top floor. Pip asked to take the stairs because if her heart was hammering for that reason, it wasn’t hammering for any other reason. That’s how she rationalized it, why she now went running anytime she felt her chest tighten. Run until there was a different kind of hurt.
They reached the top, old Roger puffing several steps behind her. A smartly dressed man stood in the corridor outside 4E, smiling when he saw them.
“Ah, you must be Pippa Fitz-Amobi,” he said. Another outstretched hand, another quick blood check. “And you, her counsel, Roger Turner. I’m Hassan Bashir, and for today I am your independent mediator.”
He smiled, pushing his glasses up his thin nose. He looked kind, and so eager he was almost bouncing. Pip hated to ruin his day, which she undoubtedly would.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, clearing her throat.
“And you.” He clapped his hands together, surprising Pip. “So, the other party is in the meeting room, all ready to go. Unless you have any questions beforehand.” He glanced at Roger. “I think we should probably get started.”
“Yes. All good.” Roger sidestepped in front of Pip to take charge as Hassan ducked back to hold open the door to 4E. It was silent inside. Roger walked through, nodding thanks to Hassan. And then it was Pip’s turn. She took a breath, arching her shoulders, and then let it out through gritted teeth.
She stepped into the room and his face was the first thing she saw. Sitting on the opposite side of the long table, his angular cheekbones in a downward point to his mouth, his messy swept-back blond hair. He glanced up and met her eyes, a hint of something dark and gloating in his.
Max Hastings.
Pip’s feet stopped moving. She didn’t tell them to; it was like some primal, unspoken knowledge, that even one more step would be too close to him.
“Here, Pip,” Roger said, pulling out the chair directly opposite Max, gesturing her down into it. Beside Max, across from Roger, was Christopher Epps, the same attorney who’d represented Max in his trial. Pip had last come face to face with this man on the witness stand; she’d been wearing this exact same suit while he hounded her with that clipped bark of a voice. She hated him too, but the feeling was lost, subsumed by her hatred for the person sitting opposite her. Only the width of a table between them.
“Right. Hello, everyone,” Hassan said brightly, taking his assigned chair at the head of the table, in between the two parties. “Let’s get the introductory bits out of the way. My role as mediator means I’m here to help you reach an agreement and a settlement that is acceptable to both parties. My only interest is to keep everyone here happy, OK?”
Clearly Hassan had not read the room.
“The purpose of a mediation is essentially to avoid litigation. A court case is a lot of hassle, and very expensive for all involved, so it’s always better to see if we can come to some arrangement before a lawsuit is even filed.” He grinned, first to Pip’s side of the room, and then to Max’s. A shared and equal smile.
“If we cannot reach an agreement, Mr. Hastings and his counsel intend to bring a libel lawsuit against Miss Fitz-Amobi, for a tweet and a blog post shared on April thirtieth of this year, which they claim consisted of a defamatory statement and audio file.” Hassan glanced at his notes. “Mr. Epps, on behalf of the claimant, Mr. Hastings, says the defamatory statement has had a very serious effect on his client, both in terms of mental well-being and irreparable reputational damage. This has, in turn, led to financial hardship, for which he is seeking damages.”
Pip’s hands balled into fists on her lap, knuckles erupting out of her skin like a prehistoric backbone. She didn’t know if she could sit here and listen to all this, she didn’t fucking know if she could do it. But she breathed and she tried, for her dad and Roger, and for poor Hassan over there.
On the table, in front of Max, was his obnoxious water bottle, of course. Cloudy dark-blue plastic with a flick-up rubber spout. Not the first time Pip had seen him with it; turns out that in a town as small as Fairview, running routes tended to converge and intersect. She’d come to expect it now, seeing Max out on his run when she was on hers, almost like he was doing it on purpose somehow. And always with that fucking blue bottle.
Max saw her looking at it. He reached for it, clicked the button to release the spout with a snap, and took a long, loud sip from it, swilling it around his mouth. His eyes on her the entire time.
Hassan loosened his tie a little. “So, Mr. Epps, if you would like to kick things off here with your opening statement.”
“Certainly,” Epps said, shuffling his papers, his voice just as sharp as Pip remembered. “My client has suffered terribly since the libelous statement Miss Fitz-Amobi put out on the evening of April thirtieth, especially since Miss Fitz-Amobi has a significant online presence, amounting to more than 300,000 followers at the time. My client has a top-tier education from a very reputable college, meaning, he should be a very attractive candidate for graduate jobs.”
Max sucked from his water bottle again, like he was doing it to punctuate the point.
“However, these last few months, Mr. Hastings has struggled to find employment at the level to which he deserves. This is directly due to the reputational harm that Miss Fitz-Amobi’s libelous statement has caused. Consequently, my client still has to live at home with his parents, because he cannot find an appropriate job and therefore cannot pay rent to live in New York.”
Oh, poor little serial rapist, Pip thought, speaking the words with her eyes.
“But the harm has not been my client’s alone,” Epps continued. “His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Hastings, have also suffered from the stress, and have even recently had to leave town to stay at their second home in Santa Barbara for a couple of months. Their house was vandalized the very same night Miss Fitz-Amobi published the defamatory statement; someone graffitied the front of their home with the words ‘Rapist, I will get you--’ ”
“Mr. Epps,” Roger interrupted, “I hope you are not suggesting that my client had anything to do with that vandalism. The police have never even spoken to her in connection with it.”
“Not at all, Mr. Turner.” Epps nodded back. “I mention it because we can surmise a causal link between Miss Fitz-Amobi’s libelous statement and the vandalism, as it occurred in the hours proceeding that statement. Consequently, the Hastings family does not feel safe in their own home and have had to fit security cameras to the front of the house. I hope this goes some way in explaining not only the financial hardship Mr. Hastings has suffered, but also the extreme pain and suffering felt by him and his family in the wake of Miss Fitz-Amobi’s malicious, defamatory statement.”
“Malicious?” Pip said, heat rising to her cheeks. “I called him a rapist and he is a rapist, so--”
“Mr. Turner,” Epps barked, voice rising, “I suggest you advise your client to keep quiet and remind her that any defamatory statements she makes now could be classified as slander.”
Hassan held up his hands. “Yes, yes, let’s just everyone take a breather. Miss Fitz-Amobi, your side will have the chance to speak later.” He loosened his tie again.
“It’s all right, Pip, I’ve got this,” Roger said quietly to her.
“I will remind Miss Fitz-Amobi,” Epps said, not even looking at her, his gaze on Roger instead, “that three months ago my client faced trial in court and was found not guilty on all charges. Which is all the proof you need that the statement made on April thirtieth was, in fact, defamatory.”
“All that being said”--Roger now stepped in, shuffling his own papers--“a statement can only be libelous if it is presented as fact. My client’s tweet reads as follows: Max Hastings trial final update. I don’t care what the jury believes: he is guilty.” He cleared his throat. “Now, the phrase I don’t care clearly places the following statement as a subjective one, an opinion, not fact--”
“Oh, don’t give me that,” Epps cut in. “You’re trying to fall back on the opinion privilege? Really? Please. The statement was clearly worded as fact, and the audio file presented as though it were actually real.”
Holly jackson.
Holly Jackson started writing stories from a young age, completing her first (poor) attempt at a novel aged fifteen. She lives in London and aside from reading and writing, she enjoys playing video games and watching true crime documentaries so she can pretend to be a detective. A Good Girl's Guide to Murder is her first novel. You can follow Holly on Twitter and Instagram @HoJay92
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In the gripping climax of the “A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder” trilogy, “As Good as Dead,” set in the quaint, yet deceptive town of Fairview, Connecticut, we are plunged into a tale where justice and evil intertwine.
This contemporary story unfolds over an August, its timeline stretching into the following year, and is masterfully told through a limited third-person perspective focused on Pip Fitz-Amobi, an audacious 18-year-old high school senior.
Our journey begins in the aftermath of a spring marred by controversy. Pip, now a seasoned true crime podcast producer, faces the dire consequences of her previous investigations.
She is embroiled in a libel lawsuit filed by Max Hastings, a serial rapist acquitted in her last exposé, reflecting a legal system fraught with failure and injustice.
Pip’s relentless pursuit of truth leads her to release a recorded phone confession of Max on her podcast, inadvertently shifting the public’s scrutiny onto her.
Concurrently, she becomes the target of a sinister stalker, who leaves behind chilling tokens: dead pigeons, cryptic chalk drawings, and ominous emails.
This pattern, eerily reminiscent of the modus operandi of the infamous DT Killer, known for his duct tape-laden strangulation method, sets a foreboding tone.
As the threat escalates, Pip finds herself isolated, her pleas for help ignored by both the police and her own parents. In a shocking twist, she is abducted by her stalker, who is none other than Jason Bell, father of Andie Bell — the subject of Pip’s first podcast season. Jason, thought to be incarcerated, is in fact the real DT Killer.
Pip’s tale takes a dark turn as she escapes and makes a harrowing decision: she cannot rely on a flawed justice system to deal with Jason. In a desperate bid for justice, she kills him with a hammer.
The aftermath is a frantic cover-up, where Pip, with the help of her boyfriend Ravi and friends, cleans the crime scene, manipulates evidence, and implicates Max in the murder.
The novel delves deep into Pip’s psyche, exploring her conviction that her actions, though extreme, are justified.
She sees Jason’s death as retribution for the tragedies of her past investigations and deems Max’s framing as fitting for a man who has evaded justice repeatedly. As Max is convicted a year later, Pip experiences a complex mix of relief and closure, ready to move on from the shadows of her past.
Her reunion with Ravi, after a strategic separation to avoid suspicion, marks the end of her tumultuous journey.
Pip is the 18-year-old protagonist, a high school senior deeply engaged in true crime investigation through her podcast series. Intelligent, resourceful, and driven, she finds herself grappling with the flawed justice system after being sued for libel. Pip’s journey takes a dark turn as she becomes the target of a stalker and murderer, leading her to take extreme measures for what she believes is justice.
Max is the antagonist, a serial rapist who was acquitted in Pip’s previous investigation. He sues Pip for libel, embodying the failures of the legal system. His character is central to the themes of justice and the impact of Pip’s actions.
Revealed as the DT Killer, Jason Bell is the father of Andie Bell, the subject of Pip’s first podcast season. Initially presumed to be in jail, his emergence as Pip’s stalker and abductor adds a sinister twist to the story. His character challenges Pip’s moral compass and catalyzes her transformation.
Ravi, Pip’s boyfriend, stands as a pillar of support and an accomplice in her endeavors. His involvement in the cover-up of Jason Bell’s murder and the framing of Max Hastings illustrates his deep commitment to Pip, despite the moral ambiguities of their actions.
Although not actively present in the narrative, Andie Bell’s character is significant as the subject of Pip’s first-season podcast. Her story is the foundation of Pip’s journey into true crime and indirectly influences the events of this novel.
Pip’s parents are secondary characters who depict the typical concerns and fears of parenthood. They are unaware of the depth of Pip’s involvement in her investigative pursuits and are unable to protect her from the dangers she faces.
The book delves deeply into the imperfections of the legal system, a recurrent theme that forms the backbone of Pip’s story.
The novel portrays a system fraught with failures, where the guilty often walk free while the innocent suffer. This theme is embodied in the character of Max Hastings, a serial rapist who, despite overwhelming evidence, is acquitted, highlighting the system’s inability to deliver justice.
The protagonist Pip, a true crime podcaster, becomes disillusioned with the legal process, fueling her quest to seek justice outside the law.
This theme is not just a critique of the legal system’s inefficiencies but also a reflection of the protagonist’s moral dilemma, where she grapples with the idea of taking the law into her own hands.
The novel provokes readers to question the effectiveness of legal institutions and the ethical implications of seeking vigilante justice.
The novel skillfully explores the psychological toll of trauma and obsession. Pip’s journey is marked by an intense fixation on uncovering the truth and bringing the guilty to justice.
This obsession, while initially a noble pursuit, gradually consumes her, blurring the lines between right and wrong. The trauma of her past encounters, especially being stalked and targeted by the DT Killer, deeply affects her mental state, leading her to make decisions that are morally ambiguous.
The author uses Pip’s character to delve into the psyche of someone who, in the pursuit of justice, becomes enveloped in darkness, raising questions about the cost of obsession and the lingering effects of trauma.
This theme is a poignant reminder of how individuals coping with traumatic experiences can find themselves on a path they never intended to take.
Throughout the novel, the nature of evil and the ambiguity of moral choices are central themes.
The novel challenges the conventional understanding of evil by presenting characters who embody various shades of moral complexity. The DT Killer, for example, is an embodiment of pure evil, yet his connection to Pip’s past investigations adds layers to his character.
On the other hand, Pip’s transformation from a seeker of truth to someone who takes a life, albeit in self-defense, forces readers to confront the unsettling notion that even well-intentioned actions can lead to morally questionable outcomes.
This exploration of moral ambiguity is pivotal, as it underscores the idea that the distinction between good and evil is not always clear-cut.
The author invites readers to ponder the complexities of human nature and the circumstances that can lead ordinary people to commit extraordinary acts, blurring the lines between hero and villain.
“As Good as Dead” is more than just a crime novel; it’s a nuanced exploration of the blurred lines between right and wrong, justice and revenge, set against the backdrop of a seemingly idyllic town.
This thrilling conclusion to the trilogy leaves readers questioning the true nature of justice and the lengths one might go to achieve it.
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As good as dead: the finale to a good girl's guide to murder.
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SPOLERS BELOW. this book was a lot more harsh than the other ones. the main character gets kidnapped by a serial killer- which is terrifying- and then murders the man who kidnapped her. I kept reading this book because I was very invested in the main character, but I can see why some people don’t love this book. There is some swearing, but not a ton, and the violence in it isn’t too graphic. overall- I loved this book, but the maturity level of the kid defined should be considered
This book was great!! Thrilling plot twists could not let me put this book down. And you can't help but adore Pip and Ravi!!
The Tribeca Film Festival screened the first episode of The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon – The Book of Carol , and it was an incredible first episode of season 2! The hit series is part of The Walking Dead universe and has a storied history with fans, especially with Carol and Daryl.
The series doesn’t premiere until September, but fans (and journalists who are … also fans) were given a chance to see Melissa McBride’s return to the series as Carol Peletier, as she searches for her friend, Daryl Dixon (Norman Reedus). To not give anything away about the premiere episode, I will say that the tone feels very much as you’d expect from both of these characters.
Carol (who is still back in America) is right where we left her as she searches for Daryl, while Daryl is back in France. Coming off of a show like The Ones Who Live that instantly gave fans satisfaction, it seems as if The Book of Carol is providing The Walking Dead fans with a bit more of a slow burn (story structure-wise).
The thing that really worked with the first episode was that it gave us Carol back in action. While there was some Daryl and we saw a bit of how the back and forth of the season could shape up, the first episode really leaned heavily into McBride’s return to the franchise—which is, arguably, what fans want out of The Book of Carol .
A key part of what has made many of us excited about these spinoff shows is the ability to put two core characters from The Walking Dead together, and it’s nice finally having Carol and Daryl in the same show again.
The Walking Dead: Dead City and The Ones Who Live had character pairings in them that either expanded on an already rich history (like that of Maggie and Negan) or reunited a husband and his wife (with Rick Grimes and Michonne). Daryl Dixon threw Daryl across the ocean and left him completely alone as a fish out of water.
Folding Carol into the mix brings a familiarity that season 1 didn’t have that isn’t a knock on the first season—it was brilliant—but it does show how much fans love these two characters that they were doubly as excited for the second season. And the first episode felt a bit like we were back in the old days. Carol and Daryl weren’t together, but they were both there, working towards something and trying to get back to one another by doing whatever they had to.
It feels like pulling teeth to wait months for the second episode. That first one really worked to bring us back to Carol and set up where the rest of the season could potentially go, and it got me extremely excited for what The Book of Carol has to offer. I just … want more now.
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Ten years ago, Meghan Trainor became a mega-viral pop performer. “All About That Bass” established the then 20-year-old as a new force channeling old sounds, and her public persona became intertwined with the song’s lyrics about body acceptance. Empowerment messages are still at the heart of her specific sound as Trainor releases her sixth studio album, “Timeless” this week. (June 5)
FILE - Meghan Trainor performs on NBC’s Today show at Rockefeller Plaza in New York on Oct, 21, 2022. On Friday, Trainor will release her sixth studio album, “Timeless.” (Photo by Charles Sykes/Invision/AP, File)
This cover image released by Epic Records shows “Timeless” by Meghan Trainor. (Epic via AP)
NEW YORK (AP) — Ten years ago, Meghan Trainor was a successful songwriter, soon to become a hit pop performer in her own right. “All About That Bass” established the then 20-year-old as a new force channeling old sounds — a combination of doo-wop with contemporary pop hooks in a time dominated by big synths — and with something to say. Her public persona became intertwined with the song’s lyrics about body acceptance.
“I have my self-love pop bangers that I just do in my sleep,” she told The Associated Press. “That’s my therapy that I need for myself. But it also helps people, so that’s just a win-win as a songwriter.”
On Friday, Trainor will release her sixth studio album , “Timeless.” Empowerment messages are still at the heart of her specific sound but now, she’s matured them to meet where she is in life: as a mother, a sister and a veteran of this business.
The first single, “Been Like This,” featuring her hero T-Pain , even references “All About That Bass.” She sings, “Ooh-wee, she got that booty/That type of boom-boom, that bass that I like.”
Making it the first single? She calls that “destiny,” and is quick to mention that both of her brothers wrote on the song as well. “My mom was sobbing. My dad was crying, like, pretty sure he didn’t know who T-Pain was until I talked about him nonstop,” she says.
Family is at the center of “Timeless” and the music Trainor makes. A mother of two boys, she considers them in everything she does.
“Timeless” by Meghan Trainor. (Epic via AP)
“‘To The Moon’ is for my kid, because he loves rocket ships and outer space,” she says of 3-year-old Barry Bruce Trainor. “A lot of it is inspired by my boys. I want them to have songs that help teach them how to love themselves as they’re growing up, you know, self-confidence and being kind to themselves.”
And it’s for the listener, too, of course. “I Wanna Thank Me,” samples Niecy Nash-Betts’ acceptance speech at the 2024 Emmy Awards, where she said “And you know who I wanna thank? Me, for believing in me and doing what they said I could not do. I want to say to myself, in front of all you beautiful people — Go girl, with your bad self. You did that.”
“I kept writing self-confident bangers, and this was one of the last songs I wrote for the album,” she says, adding that after a while, she didn’t know what else to write about. Then her manager sent her the Nash speech. It was instant inspiration. The day after they wrote it, Trainor sent it to Nash, who filmed herself listening to it while sobbing.
“I had Niecy and her daughter and her wife come over and sing on the album, sing background on the song,” she adds. “So, when you hear all these big vocals at the end, with a bunch of women singing, it’s us.”
“Rollin,’” with its big strings, brass and bass, has a kind of feminist message as well, what Trainor says was inspired by experiences she’s had in the music industry, like watching her manager get called an assistant because she’s a woman. “Any more females in the industry, everywhere, would be sick,” she says.
To protect her peace in this business, she says simply, “ I’m on antidepressants I went up after baby number two, I was losing sleep,” she says. “So, I went up on my medicine and I see my therapist. I try to see her every Wednesday, and I try to vocalize a lot when I’m feeling overwhelmed.”
That relates back to the album. “Timeless,” the title, stems from Trainor’s “big, big, big, big fear of death,” as she puts it.
“When you have kids, you’re like, ‘Oh this is the meaning of life. I have to be here forever,’” she says. “Instead of living in this fear that I have every morning and day and night, I want to live. Like, ‘Wow. We’re so lucky, we’re here. We have all this time together.’ And so that’s why I’m trying to wrap my head around the word ‘timeless.’”
This fall, Trainor will tour for the first time in seven years — also her first time on the road since becoming a mother. “I am in the gym like an Olympian,” she jokes. “I’m going to get in crazy shape and then start practicing.” Dancing and singing at the same time is no easy feat, and “I want to dance a lot,” she says.
Beyond that, her goals are to put on a great show, and to keep her family involved every step of the way. “I’m going to try to make it fun, where each state we get to do something fun with the kids,” she says. “It’s going to be a blast. I’ve lined it up so we can’t not have fun.”
And potentially make some timeless memories?
Synthesia's new technology is impressive but raises big questions about a world where we increasingly can’t tell what’s real.
I’m stressed and running late, because what do you wear for the rest of eternity?
This makes it sound as if I’m dying, but it’s the opposite. I am, in a way, about to live forever, thanks to the AI video startup Synthesia. For the past several years, the company has produced AI-generated avatars, but today it launches a new generation, its first to take advantage of the latest advancements in generative AI, and they are more realistic and expressive than anything I’ve ever seen. While today’s release means almost anyone will now be able to make a digital double, on this early April afternoon, before the technology goes public, they’ve agreed to make one of me.
When I finally arrive at the company’s stylish studio in East London, I am greeted by Tosin Oshinyemi, the company’s production lead. He is going to guide and direct me through the data collection process—and by “data collection,” I mean the capture of my facial features, mannerisms, and more—much as he normally does for actors and Synthesia’s customers.
He introduces me to a waiting stylist and a makeup artist, and I curse myself for wasting so much time getting ready. Their job is to ensure that people have the kind of clothes that look good on camera and that they look consistent from one shot to the next. The stylist tells me my outfit is fine (phew), and the makeup artist touches up my face and tidies my baby hairs. The dressing room is decorated with hundreds of smiling Polaroids of people who have been digitally cloned before me.
Apart from the small supercomputer whirring in the corridor, which processes the data generated at the studio, this feels more like going into a news studio than entering a deepfake factory.
I joke that Oshinyemi has what MIT Technology Review might call a job title of the future : “deepfake creation director.”
“We like the term ‘synthetic media’ as opposed to ‘deepfake,’” he says.
It’s a subtle but, some would argue, notable difference in semantics. Both mean AI-generated videos or audio recordings of people doing or saying something that didn’t necessarily happen in real life. But deepfakes have a bad reputation. Since their inception nearly a decade ago, the term has come to signal something unethical, says Alexandru Voica, Synthesia’s head of corporate affairs and policy. Think of sexual content produced without consent , or political campaigns that spread disinformation or propaganda.
“Synthetic media is the more benign, productive version of that,” he argues. And Synthesia wants to offer the best version of that version.
Until now, all AI-generated videos of people have tended to have some stiffness, glitchiness, or other unnatural elements that make them pretty easy to differentiate from reality. Because they’re so close to the real thing but not quite it , these videos can make people feel annoyed or uneasy or icky—a phenomenon commonly known as the uncanny valley. Synthesia claims its new technology will finally lead us out of the valley.
Thanks to rapid advancements in generative AI and a glut of training data created by human actors that has been fed into its AI model, Synthesia has been able to produce avatars that are indeed more humanlike and more expressive than their predecessors. The digital clones are better able to match their reactions and intonation to the sentiment of their scripts—acting more upbeat when talking about happy things, for instance, and more serious or sad when talking about unpleasant things. They also do a better job matching facial expressions—the tiny movements that can speak for us without words.
But this technological progress also signals a much larger social and cultural shift. Increasingly, so much of what we see on our screens is generated (or at least tinkered with) by AI, and it is becoming more and more difficult to distinguish what is real from what is not. This threatens our trust in everything we see, which could have very real, very dangerous consequences.
“I think we might just have to say goodbye to finding out about the truth in a quick way,” says Sandra Wachter, a professor at the Oxford Internet Institute, who researches the legal and ethical implications of AI. “The idea that you can just quickly Google something and know what’s fact and what’s fiction—I don’t think it works like that anymore.”
So while I was excited for Synthesia to make my digital double, I also wondered if the distinction between synthetic media and deepfakes is fundamentally meaningless. Even if the former centers a creator’s intent and, critically, a subject’s consent, is there really a way to make AI avatars safely if the end result is the same? And do we really want to get out of the uncanny valley if it means we can no longer grasp the truth?
But more urgently, it was time to find out what it’s like to see a post-truth version of yourself.
A month before my trip to the studio, I visited Synthesia CEO Victor Riparbelli at his office near Oxford Circus. As Riparbelli tells it, Synthesia’s origin story stems from his experiences exploring avant-garde, geeky techno music while growing up in Denmark. The internet allowed him to download software and produce his own songs without buying expensive synthesizers.
“I’m a huge believer in giving people the ability to express themselves in the way that they can, because I think that that provides for a more meritocratic world,” he tells me.
He saw the possibility of doing something similar with video when he came across research on using deep learning to transfer expressions from one human face to another on screen.
“What that showcased was the first time a deep-learning network could produce video frames that looked and felt real,” he says.
That research was conducted by Matthias Niessner, a professor at the Technical University of Munich, who cofounded Synthesia with Riparbelli in 2017, alongside University College London professor Lourdes Agapito and Steffen Tjerrild, whom Riparbelli had previously worked with on a cryptocurrency project.
Initially the company built lip-synching and dubbing tools for the entertainment industry, but it found that the bar for this technology’s quality was very high and there wasn’t much demand for it. Synthesia changed direction in 2020 and launched its first generation of AI avatars for corporate clients. That pivot paid off. In 2023, Synthesia achieved unicorn status, meaning it was valued at over $1 billion—making it one of the relatively few European AI companies to do so.
That first generation of avatars looked clunky, with looped movements and little variation. Subsequent iterations started looking more human, but they still struggled to say complicated words, and things were slightly out of sync.
The challenge is that people are used to looking at other people’s faces. “We as humans know what real humans do,” says Jonathan Starck, Synthesia’s CTO. Since infancy, “you’re really tuned in to people and faces. You know what’s right, so anything that’s not quite right really jumps out a mile.”
These earlier AI-generated videos, like deepfakes more broadly, were made using generative adversarial networks, or GANs —an older technique for generating images and videos that uses two neural networks that play off one another. It was a laborious and complicated process, and the technology was unstable.
But in the generative AI boom of the last year or so, the company has found it can create much better avatars using generative neural networks that produce higher quality more consistently. The more data these models are fed, the better they learn. Synthesia uses both large language models and diffusion models to do this; the former help the avatars react to the script, and the latter generate the pixels.
Despite the leap in quality, the company is still not pitching itself to the entertainment industry. Synthesia continues to see itself as a platform for businesses. Its bet is this: As people spend more time watching videos on YouTube and TikTok, there will be more demand for video content. Young people are already skipping traditional search and defaulting to TikTok for information presented in video form. Riparbelli argues that Synthesia’s tech could help companies convert their boring corporate comms and reports and training materials into content people will actually watch and engage with. He also suggests it could be used to make marketing materials.
He claims Synthesia’s technology is used by 56% of the Fortune 100, with the vast majority of those companies using it for internal communication. The company lists Zoom, Xerox, Microsoft, and Reuters as clients. Services start at $22 a month.
This, the company hopes, will be a cheaper and more efficient alternative to video from a professional production company—and one that may be nearly indistinguishable from it. Riparbelli tells me its newest avatars could easily fool a person into thinking they are real.
“I think we’re 98% there,” he says.
For better or worse, I am about to see it for myself.
In AI research, there is a saying: Garbage in, garbage out. If the data that went into training an AI model is trash, that will be reflected in the outputs of the model. The more data points the AI model has captured of my facial movements, microexpressions, head tilts, blinks, shrugs, and hand waves, the more realistic the avatar will be.
Back in the studio, I’m trying really hard not to be garbage.
I am standing in front of a green screen, and Oshinyemi guides me through the initial calibration process, where I have to move my head and then eyes in a circular motion. Apparently, this will allow the system to understand my natural colors and facial features. I am then asked to say the sentence “All the boys ate a fish,” which will capture all the mouth movements needed to form vowels and consonants. We also film footage of me “idling” in silence.
He then asks me to read a script for a fictitious YouTuber in different tones, directing me on the spectrum of emotions I should convey. First I’m supposed to read it in a neutral, informative way, then in an encouraging way, an annoyed and complain-y way, and finally an excited, convincing way.
“Hey, everyone—welcome back to Elevate Her with your host, Jess Mars. It’s great to have you here. We’re about to take on a topic that’s pretty delicate and honestly hits close to home—dealing with criticism in our spiritual journey,” I read off the teleprompter, simultaneously trying to visualize ranting about something to my partner during the complain-y version. “No matter where you look, it feels like there’s always a critical voice ready to chime in, doesn’t it?”
Don’t be garbage, don’t be garbage, don’t be garbage.
“That was really good. I was watching it and I was like, ‘Well, this is true. She’s definitely complaining,’” Oshinyemi says, encouragingly. Next time, maybe add some judgment, he suggests.
We film several takes featuring different variations of the script. In some versions I’m allowed to move my hands around. In others, Oshinyemi asks me to hold a metal pin between my fingers as I do. This is to test the “edges” of the technology’s capabilities when it comes to communicating with hands, Oshinyemi says.
Historically, making AI avatars look natural and matching mouth movements to speech has been a very difficult challenge, says David Barber, a professor of machine learning at University College London who is not involved in Synthesia’s work. That is because the problem goes far beyond mouth movements; you have to think about eyebrows, all the muscles in the face, shoulder shrugs, and the numerous different small movements that humans use to express themselves.
Synthesia has worked with actors to train its models since 2020, and their doubles make up the 225 stock avatars that are available for customers to animate with their own scripts. But to train its latest generation of avatars, Synthesia needed more data; it has spent the past year working with around 1,000 professional actors in London and New York. (Synthesia says it does not sell the data it collects, although it does release some of it for academic research purposes .)
The actors previously got paid each time their avatar was used, but now the company pays them an up-front fee to train the AI model. Synthesia uses their avatars for three years, at which point actors are asked if they want to renew their contracts. If so, they come into the studio to make a new avatar. If not, the company will delete their data. Synthesia’s enterprise customers can also generate their own custom avatars by sending someone into the studio to do much of what I’m doing.
Between takes, the makeup artist comes in and does some touch-ups to make sure I look the same in every shot. I can feel myself blushing because of the lights in the studio, but also because of the acting. After the team has collected all the shots it needs to capture my facial expressions, I go downstairs to read more text aloud for voice samples.
This process requires me to read a passage indicating that I explicitly consent to having my voice cloned, and that it can be used on Voica’s account on the Synthesia platform to generate videos and speech.
This process is very different from the way many AI avatars, deepfakes, or synthetic media—whatever you want to call them—are created.
Most deepfakes aren’t created in a studio. Studies have shown that the vast majority of deepfakes online are nonconsensual sexual content, usually using images stolen from social media. Generative AI has made the creation of these deepfakes easy and cheap, and there have been several high-profile cases in the US and Europe of children and women being abused in this way. Experts have also raised alarms that the technology can be used to spread political disinformation, a particularly acute threat given the record number of elections happening around the world this year.
Synthesia’s policy is to not create avatars of people without their explicit consent. But it hasn’t been immune from abuse. Last year, researchers found pro-China misinformation that was created using Synthesia’s avatars and packaged as news, which the company said violated its terms of service.
Since then, the company has put more rigorous verification and content moderation systems in place. It applies a watermark with information on where and how the AI avatar videos were created. Where it once had four in-house content moderators, people doing this work now make up 10% of its 300-person staff. It also hired an engineer to build better AI-powered content moderation systems. These filters help Synthesia vet every single thing its customers try to generate. Anything suspicious or ambiguous, such as content about cryptocurrencies or sexual health, gets forwarded to the human content moderators. Synthesia also keeps a record of all the videos its system creates.
And while anyone can join the platform, many features aren’t available until people go through an extensive vetting system similar to that used by the banking industry, which includes talking to the sales team, signing legal contracts, and submitting to security auditing, says Voica. Entry-level customers are limited to producing strictly factual content, and only enterprise customers using custom avatars can generate content that contains opinions. On top of this, only accredited news organizations are allowed to create content on current affairs.
“We can’t claim to be perfect. If people report things to us, we take quick action, [such as] banning or limiting individuals or organizations,” Voica says. But he believes these measures work as a deterrent, which means most bad actors will turn to freely available open-source tools instead.
I put some of these limits to the test when I head to Synthesia’s office for the next step in my avatar generation process. In order to create the videos that will feature my avatar, I have to write a script. Using Voica’s account, I decide to use passages from Hamlet, as well as previous articles I have written. I also use a new feature on the Synthesia platform, which is an AI assistant that transforms any web link or document into a ready-made script. I try to get my avatar to read news about the European Union’s new sanctions against Iran.
Voica immediately texts me: “You got me in trouble!”
The system has flagged his account for trying to generate content that is restricted.
Offering services without these restrictions would be “a great growth strategy,” Riparbelli grumbles. But “ultimately, we have very strict rules on what you can create and what you cannot create. We think the right way to roll out these technologies in society is to be a little bit over-restrictive at the beginning.”
Still, even if these guardrails operated perfectly, the ultimate result would nevertheless be an internet where everything is fake. And my experiment makes me wonder how we could possibly prepare ourselves.
Our information landscape already feels very murky. On the one hand, there is heightened public awareness that AI-generated content is flourishing and could be a powerful tool for misinformation. But on the other, it is still unclear whether deepfakes are used for misinformation at scale and whether they’re broadly moving the needle to change people’s beliefs and behaviors.
If people become too skeptical about the content they see, they might stop believing in anything at all, which could enable bad actors to take advantage of this trust vacuum and lie about the authenticity of real content. Researchers have called this the “ liar’s dividend .” They warn that politicians, for example, could claim that genuinely incriminating information was fake or created using AI.
Claire Leibowicz, the head of AI and media integrity at the nonprofit Partnership on AI, says she worries that growing awareness of this gap will make it easier to “plausibly deny and cast doubt on real material or media as evidence in many different contexts, not only in the news, [but] also in the courts, in the financial services industry, and in many of our institutions.” She tells me she’s heartened by the resources Synthesia has devoted to content moderation and consent but says that process is never flawless.
Even Riparbelli admits that in the short term, the proliferation of AI-generated content will probably cause trouble. While people have been trained not to believe everything they read, they still tend to trust images and videos, he adds. He says people now need to test AI products for themselves to see what is possible, and should not trust anything they see online unless they have verified it.
Never mind that AI regulation is still patchy, and the tech sector’s efforts to verify content provenance are still in their early stages. Can consumers, with their varying degrees of media literacy, really fight the growing wave of harmful AI-generated content through individual action?
The day after my final visit, Voica emails me the videos with my avatar. When the first one starts playing, I am taken aback. It’s as painful as seeing yourself on camera or hearing a recording of your voice. Then I catch myself. At first I thought the avatar was me.
The more I watch videos of “myself,” the more I spiral. Do I really squint that much? Blink that much? And move my jaw like that? Jesus.
It’s good. It’s really good. But it’s not perfect. “Weirdly good animation,” my partner texts me.
“But the voice sometimes sounds exactly like you, and at other times like a generic American and with a weird tone,” he adds. “Weird AF.”
He’s right. The voice is sometimes me, but in real life I umm and ahh more. What’s remarkable is that it picked up on an irregularity in the way I talk. My accent is a transatlantic mess, confused by years spent living in the UK, watching American TV, and attending international school. My avatar sometimes says the word “robot” in a British accent and other times in an American accent. It’s something that probably nobody else would notice. But the AI did.
My avatar’s range of emotions is also limited. It delivers Shakespeare’s “To be or not to be” speech very matter-of-factly. I had guided it to be furious when reading a story I wrote about Taylor Swift’s nonconsensual nude deepfakes ; the avatar is complain-y and judgy, for sure, but not angry.
This isn’t the first time I’ve made myself a test subject for new AI. Not too long ago, I tried generating AI avatar images of myself, only to get a bunch of nudes . That experience was a jarring example of just how biased AI systems can be. But this experience—and this particular way of being immortalized—was definitely on a different level.
Carl Öhman, an assistant professor at Uppsala University who has studied digital remains and is the author of a new book, The Afterlife of Data , calls avatars like the ones I made “digital corpses.”
“It looks exactly like you, but no one’s home,” he says. “It would be the equivalent of cloning you, but your clone is dead. And then you’re animating the corpse, so that it moves and talks, with electrical impulses.”
That’s kind of how it feels. The little, nuanced ways I don’t recognize myself are enough to put me off. Then again, the avatar could quite possibly fool anyone who doesn’t know me very well. It really shines when presenting a story I wrote about how the field of robotics could be getting its own ChatGPT moment ; the virtual AI assistant summarizes the long read into a decent short video, which my avatar narrates. It is not Shakespeare, but it’s better than many of the corporate presentations I’ve had to sit through. I think if I were using this to deliver an end-of-year report to my colleagues, maybe that level of authenticity would be enough.
And that is the sell, according to Riparbelli: “What we’re doing is more like PowerPoint than it is like Hollywood.”
The newest generation of avatars certainly aren’t ready for the silver screen. They’re still stuck in portrait mode, only showing the avatar front-facing and from the waist up. But in the not-too-distant future, Riparbelli says, the company hopes to create avatars that can communicate with their hands and have conversations with one another. It is also planning for full-body avatars that can walk and move around in a space that a person has generated. (The rig to enable this technology already exists; in fact, it’s where I am in the image at the top of this piece.)
But do we really want that? It feels like a bleak future where humans are consuming AI-generated content presented to them by AI-generated avatars and using AI to repackage that into more content, which will likely be scraped to generate more AI. If nothing else, this experiment made clear to me that the technology sector urgently needs to step up its content moderation practices and ensure that content provenance techniques such as watermarking are robust.
Even if Synthesia’s technology and content moderation aren’t yet perfect, they’re significantly better than anything I have seen in the field before, and this is after only a year or so of the current boom in generative AI. AI development moves at breakneck speed, and it is both exciting and daunting to consider what AI avatars will look like in just a few years. Maybe in the future we will have to adopt safewords to indicate that you are in fact communicating with a real human, not an AI.
But that day is not today.
I found it weirdly comforting that in one of the videos, my avatar rants about nonconsensual deepfakes and says, in a sociopathically happy voice, “The tech giants? Oh! They’re making a killing!”
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Holly Jackson. Holly Jackson was born in 1992. She grew up in Buckinghamshire and started writing stories from a young age, completing her first (poor) attempt at a book aged fifteen. 'A Good Girl's Guide to Murder' is a YA Mystery Thriller and her debut novel. She lives in London and aside from reading and writing, she enjoys binge-playing ...
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Her romance with Ravi Singh is a much-needed balm, but their love is tragically tested. A particular strength is the way elements in this novel connect with clues from earlier entries. Pip's mother is cued as White and her father, as Black; Ravi is of Indian descent. Intricately plotted and heart-pounding. (Mystery. 14-18)
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Praise for Holly Jackson's A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO MURDER series: "The perfect nail-biting mystery." —Natasha Preston, #1 New York Times bestselling author "Holly Jackson plays off of our collective true crime obsession brilliantly." — PopSugar "Gripping."— E! News Online "If you love true crime, murder mysteries, and unstoppable young women, this is the perfect easy-read ...
Published on 08/10/2022 by The Book Dutchesses. A year after the release I finally read the final book in the A Good Girl's Guide to Murder series and today I want to share my thoughts with you all. I loved the first two books and the prequel novella and was so curious to see if As Good As Dead would live up to my expectations.
YA Book Reviews Index; Editing Services; School Visits and Services; About Us; FREE BOOK! Posted on October 1, 2021 September 27, 2021 by rachel.churcher. YA Review: As Good As Dead. Title: As Good As Dead (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder #3) Author: Holly Jackson Edition: Paperback Rating: 5/5.
A living reminiscence of the dead and a rapist off the hook. After the horrendous events of Good Girl Bad Blood, the chances of Pip getting a normal life are quite slim.The dead-eyed man and the ...
"Twisty, surprising, and absolutely enthralling from page one, there's no better way to end a series."--B&N Reads " As Good As Dead is a phenomenal YA mystery that deserves to be one of the books of the year and provides a stellar finale to a knockout series."--The Nerd Daily Praise for the A Good Girl's Guide to Murder series "If you love true crime, murder mysteries, and unstoppable ...
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Review: As Good As Dead (A Good Girls' Guide to Murder #3) by Holly Jackson. Say hello to the worst book I have read this year—-and frankly, the last decade. I have had books that I did not finish and books that just left me feeling lukewarm or even disappointed but none have left me feeling absolute shock and frustration.
Holly Jackson is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the A Good Girl's Guide to Murder series. She started writing stories at a young age, completing her first (poor) attempt at a novel when she was fifteen. Holly graduated from the University of Nottingham, where she studied literary linguistics and creative writing, with a master's ...
(If this is you, though, maybe check out my other reviews for the first two books?) My review for book 1. My review for book 2 (I am not responsible for the cringe of my old reviews) About the Book. Title: As Good As Dead (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder #3) Author: Holly Jackson. Published: 2021. Genre: contemporary, mystery/thriller. Rating ...
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ok a lot less bad as the review said. at first I was like NO! but then my son asked me to read it myself. and sure there was some brief violence and drugs. the violence was brief including the brief rape scene. drugs and brief and lightly used. but the author put in some really nice positive messages throughout the book. Show more. This title has:
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A Good Girl's Guide to Murder is The New York Times No.1 bestselling YA crime thriller and WINNER of The British Book Awards' Children's Book of the Year 2020 and shortlisted for the Waterstones Children's Book Prize 2020 Pip Fitz-Amobi is haunted by the way her last investigation ended. Soon she'll be leaving for Cambridge University but ...
Praise for Holly Jackson's A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO MURDER series: "The perfect nail-biting mystery." —Natasha Preston, #1 New York Times bestselling author "Holly Jackson plays off of our collective true crime obsession brilliantly." — PopSugar "Gripping."— E! News Online "If you love true crime, murder mysteries, and unstoppable young women, this is the perfect easy-read ...
Themes. 1. The Flaws of the Legal System and the Quest for Justice. The book delves deeply into the imperfections of the legal system, a recurrent theme that forms the backbone of Pip's story. The novel portrays a system fraught with failures, where the guilty often walk free while the innocent suffer.
There is some swearing, but not a ton, and the violence in it isn't too graphic. overall- I loved this book, but the maturity level of the kid defined should be considered. One of my favorite series and this book is particularly good. Make sure your kids are good with darker topics but should be fine for 14+.
Holly Jackson is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the A Good Girl's Guide to Murder series.She started writing stories at a young age, completing her first (poor) attempt at a novel when she was fifteen. Holly graduated from the University of Nottingham, where she studied literary linguistics and creative writing, with a master's degree in English.
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If the data that went into training an AI model is trash, that will be reflected in the outputs of the model. The more data points the AI model has captured of my facial movements ...
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