Author: | Neve Fontaine | ISBN: | 1230000851589 |
Publisher: | V Sykes | Publication: | December 17, 2015 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | Neve Fontaine |
ISBN: | 1230000851589 |
Publisher: | V Sykes |
Publication: | December 17, 2015 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
Gabbi Sinclair is trying to pick up the pieces after a failed relationship and, though she doesn't realise it at first, the hang-ups it's left her with about women. She decides the best thing to do is pick up that life, and attempt to claw back the lost years of her youth, where it was a decade ago. Where better to do it than a Greek island full of women. Easy enough, right?
Laugh, cringe and cry with (or at) Gabbi on her adventures and the, often awkward, situations she finds herself in. She questions everything, including her sanity, in her quest to find normality in this life.
Gabbi confides in two things: her best friend James and her diary.
“I hate myself. I'm an idiot. I'm hiding. What is wrong with me? You'd think I would learn. I'm acting like a teenager. In fact, no, even as a teenager I wasn't so bloody stupid!...I really really really should not drink. Ugh. It's what, gone 1pm and I've only just managed to escape. From where exactly? I'm not sure, some house somewhere several streets away in a maze... One minute I'm riding through town squeezed between two women on a motorbike, and the next I'm being served breakfast in bed, complete with flowers fresh from the garden on the tray, and kisses on the forehead like we were lovers on a Valentine getaway. All I can hear are echoes of 'Ne ne ne ne ne' like a Greek Herbal Essence advert. Shoot me.”
Gabbi Sinclair is trying to pick up the pieces after a failed relationship and, though she doesn't realise it at first, the hang-ups it's left her with about women. She decides the best thing to do is pick up that life, and attempt to claw back the lost years of her youth, where it was a decade ago. Where better to do it than a Greek island full of women. Easy enough, right?
Laugh, cringe and cry with (or at) Gabbi on her adventures and the, often awkward, situations she finds herself in. She questions everything, including her sanity, in her quest to find normality in this life.
Gabbi confides in two things: her best friend James and her diary.
“I hate myself. I'm an idiot. I'm hiding. What is wrong with me? You'd think I would learn. I'm acting like a teenager. In fact, no, even as a teenager I wasn't so bloody stupid!...I really really really should not drink. Ugh. It's what, gone 1pm and I've only just managed to escape. From where exactly? I'm not sure, some house somewhere several streets away in a maze... One minute I'm riding through town squeezed between two women on a motorbike, and the next I'm being served breakfast in bed, complete with flowers fresh from the garden on the tray, and kisses on the forehead like we were lovers on a Valentine getaway. All I can hear are echoes of 'Ne ne ne ne ne' like a Greek Herbal Essence advert. Shoot me.”