Dead to Me is a TV series (Netflix), not a book or article. But it’s a lovely dark comedy, character-based fiction at its best. We finished watching the second season last night, and I can’t stop thinking about this story.

Three reasons why I’ll be watching the third season of Dead to Me:

–Each action (many of them extreme) grows out of a deep sense of character. Many people wanting many conflicting things=I’m glad I’m not any of them, but it’s sure fun to watch.

–I can’t wait to see whether my theory for why the first hit-and-run happened in the first place is true.

–At the core of the whole thing is a strange and symmetrical friendship between two women who come to trust each other because they hang on long enough to get to the bottom of lies and anger. What they have left when they’ve each lost just about everything and told all the hard truth is love each can depend on.

Critics (yeah, those people who watch a lot more TV than I do) are saying that the friendship between angry badass Jen and sweet doormat Judy is only possible because of stellar acting by Christina Applegate and Linda Cardellini. The acting is amazing. But I believe that if two women who have taken this much from each other don’t kill each other, they’re bound to be soul sisters for life.

Anyway, that’s the story engrossing me this week.