Author:Helena Echlin

Dutiful and studious, Elizabeth has never been the rebel in her family. Now, in an attempt to bury her old self, she has moved to the deserts of the American Southwest to live in a house made out of beer cans with her boyfriend, Spencer, a crew-cut aficionado of country and western music. But memories of her unhappy adolescence prevent Elizabeth from embracing her new life and after proposing to Spencer to satisfy her dying grandmother's wish, Elizabeth is forced to return home to arrange an impromptu wedding. Once back in London, the discovery of disturbing secrets hampers her preparations and as the wedding date approaches, her family seems to be falling apart. Elizabeth must weigh the value of the American sincerity she has learned from Spencer against the repression that has been her family's lifelong habit. An intimate study of the unspoken passions of the English middle class, this exciting d-but novel is both poetic and gripping.
The collision of cultures, age, death and the terror of staying alive make this a most accomplished debut.
—— Marie ClaireThis is a wild ride of a novel
—— BooklistA clever, comical pell-mell through gender politics and stereotyped expectations, to explore the extremes of will-power, and of living as one wishes
—— John Lloyd , thebookbag.co.ukReaders can either disregard the author and read it in the conventional way or follow his instructions and jump to the chapter you are told. The thrill of defiance in the former almost matches the same show-like excitement of the latter – both are exhilarating and rewarding options
—— Antonia Charlesworth , Big IssueTwelve years on, Palahniuk revisits this work – mashing up its linear narrative to recreate the pre-Internet thrill of flicking through Vogue or the Sears catalogue
—— Emma Hagestadt , IndependentWith its nonlinear format and instructions to jump from one chapter to another, this book might appear to be style over substance, but that’s the point: if you don’t want to look beyond the style, whether its ugly or beautiful, you’ll never find out what’s beneath
—— Claire Looby , Irish Times






