Over the next three weeks, Denise, Leanne and I flirted with what we considered a fail-safe regime of diet and exercise. We only ate two slices of pizza each when we ordered takeaway, we went for runs three times a week (that lasted on average between five and ten minutes) and carefully studied the Kama Sutra to see which positions would burn the most calories. By the time the holiday rolled around I’d lost a whopping pound and a half. I stood in my bedroom (away from the window) trying to squeeze into my sixth-form bikini – it had been skulking in my drawer for ten judgmental years, a constant reminder that I would never fit into a size 8 again. I looked in the mirror just as the stitching burst on the bottoms and they slid, defeated, to the floor.
A smart, candid slant on the world of dating, Kate Michaels’ sexy, laugh-out-loud debut novel reimagines the world of Sex And The City with the biting realism of Lena Dunham’s Girls.
Twenty-nine-year-old Jess wakes up on New Year’s Day a touch hungover and a whole lot confused. The man in bed next to her is not her boyfriend, Ben. In fact, she doesn’t even remember Not-Ben’s name. It won’t be the first time she finds herself in a questionable situation in a year that proves her new single-in-the-city lifestyle is far from the glamorous, Sex And The City world she’s been promised on TV. Between hacking through last year’s leg hair, accidentally snogging someone who may well be her cousin, getting hit over the head with a sex toy that isn’t even hers, and ending the night with a walk of shame into her parent’s garage, Jess’s single life is turning out more cockroaches than cocktails.
The Morning After Memoirs is the story of one woman’s search for love, meaning, and a low-calorie alternative to wine.
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