Teenage Zombies are ruining what's left of Ciara's once (marginally enjoyable) existence. They are sapping her (admittedly menopausal) life force with their death stares, their slack-mouthed derision, their staggering sense of outraged entitlement. Ciara is 50, invisible to her vile teenage children, her beige husband and most of the world. Her only solace is the daily chat with her dead mum's ashes. When she starts writing a blisteringly honest but unpublishable blog in an attempt to cling on to her diminishing sanity, she has no idea what demons she will unleash...
