You'd think twenty-seven years would be enough time to wise up to the rules of love and loss, especially Rule Number One: Do not, at any time, let him see how much he has hurt you.

But no, Izzy Keegan was probably off doing sambuca shots when that lesson was taught. So, starting with public humiliation (that infamous blow-up with her ex and his new woman . . . huge mistake), and taking in temporary insanity, rebound sex and a night in a police cell along the way, Izzy has to make up her own rules for coping with heartbreak.

Luckily she has friends who are there for her through thick and thin (even if 'doing an Izzy' is their new shorthand for completely losing it). And she's got her foot in the door of the film business (though dogsbody wasn't exactly the job she dreamt of doing). Now, all she has to do is put the dirty cheating love-rat behind her.

You'd think twenty-seven years would be enough time to wise up to the rules of love and loss. Make that twenty-seven and a bit . . .