Devastated after being dumped by the love of her life, Jess takes to writing as a means of coping with the loss. They had really only been seeing each other for six weeks. . .but sometimes you just know. Unfortunately, Ben didn't get the memo.

Set in Manhattan's Upper East Side in the mid-1990s, Jess strives to navigate love, loss, lust, and ludes (actually, those were scarce by then—so Valium) as she nears thirty, has no real career or relationship, and no certainty that she actually wants either. Except with Ben. And maybe not even. The result, as unblinkingly tortured and tender as "The Catcher in the Rye," and as flippantly raunchy as "Sex in the City," is the story of one woman's search for the answers to some of life's biggest questions, including, "Which wine (that's under ten dollars) pairs well with these cigarettes and that pill?"

Uncertain, indecisive (heck, she couldn't even decide on a design for this book's cover!), and brutally honest (except when a lie just makes sense), Jess struggles to gain clarity and insight into herself, those around her, and most importantly, her true love, Ben.