Dear reader,
Perhaps it’s her parents on Saturday. A dinner with the partners. A wedding invitation with a dress code you had to look up.
Or perhaps it’s that quiet suspicion that everyone else was given a set of instructions you somehow missed.
Nobody is born knowing these things. Somebody explained them, or somebody didn’t. There is no moral achievement in having been told which fork to use at the age of nine.
So here are the instructions.
The Everell Rules takes 96 ordinary, awkward and occasionally rather grand situations and explains what to do. Where words are needed, it gives you the words. And it tells you why the rule exists, so you can use your judgement when the evening refuses to follow the script.
You can read it through, a chapter at a time. Or find the occasion coming up and go straight to the relevant pages. There is even a “Tonight, in Ten Minutes” section for the person already looking for their jacket.
The object is quite simple: to put you, and the people around you, at ease.
I hope it earns its place beside the door.