Twentysomething Izzy is fedup. She has split with boyfriend Cian, the dirty love cheat, and is sick of her job as a dogsbody at film company Lights, Camera, Action. If she was paid to write the script of her so-called life (working title- Welcome to Dumpsville) it would definitely not include- (1) Baggy tracksuit bottoms and dreadlocked hair (2) Her flatmate's ever-present lump of a boyfriend watching everlasting football matches on the living-room TV (3) Ill-advised booty calls (4) Panicky pregnancy tests (5) Bumping into Cian and his new squeeze, Brenda, while looking like something the cat spat up (see No.1) It definitely would include- (1) Sleek hair, sleek limbs (come to think of it, more-or-less sleek everything) (2) A Jaffa Cake-eating rabbit called Dermot (3) A foul-mouthed gran with a heart of gold (4) Jonathan-absolute-total-ride-Cunningham And, of course ... (5) A girl's best friend, Gavin. Since real life in Dumpsville is way weirder than anything she could make up, all Izzy can do is take a deep breath and hang in there . . . Sharp and sassy' Irish Tatler 'Tender, romantic and laugh out loud funny' Irish Examiner 'An absorbing and humorous read' The Star 'Made me laugh out loud' Irish Independent