Argylle’s not just a sweater

Confession: I adored Argylle the movie. It was so bizarre and intriguing and so weird. It made me exceptionally happy.

So when I saw it in book form at my local bookshop, I had to have it.

I assumed it would be terrible. Or like the companion Castle books from the TV series, which were a captivating and mildly cringey version of events in the show through a combination filter of thriller and Harlequin novel writing styles.

The potential for a Big Five-published fan fiction disaster of delicious proportions was too good to refuse.

I had to have it.

People, it was good. This had nothing to do with the actual events of the movie, which was smart.

This is Argylle’s origin story. I am deeply fascinated by this choice. The layers and shades of interpretation for the movie, the book, and, subsequently the characters, was mesmerizing. Color me intrigued.

I have so many questions.

So many theories.

Either way, it’s a plausible plot, and a curious case with romance, twists, bonding, found family growing pains, heists, and shenanigans. This was a delightful, bright, independent mystery made even better by visualizing the cast from the movie.

Go check out the movie. Then check out the book. They’re delicious.