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Forty Not Famous is the first book in the trilogy and follows the female protagonist's attempts to find a successful
relationship with dire and often hilarious consequences, culminating with her meeting Mr Wrong Again. However, there is hope
at the concusion of the novel as her worst relationship leads to her greatest fulfilment.
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'I need some space.' He said casually one night and completely out of the blue. This was hardly surprising as he was in the midst of Insurance broking exams and hadn't done one iota of work since he met me. His mother had been phoning up at regular intervals to tell him to 'leeve the Zi -chotic Bitch!' She could pronounce that word all right. He always promised to leave and come home to mummy and then after the phone calls he would promise to leave her for me. He had it made. We both wanted him and we were both prepared to fight to the death. Each of us was sure of our ability to keep him hooked - me with my sexual prowess and her with her huge heaving and comfortable bosom, ready to comfort and draw him back to the womb, from where he had never really departed anyway.
My response to his request for space was one of extreme emotional blackmail, so sure I was of my ability to keep him.
'If you go now, don't bother coming back.' I flashed out my anger.
I stood in my Euro-Disney T-shirt in the kitchen and began pouring myself a gin and tonic. I wasn't upset. He wasn't going anywhere. I was merely asserting my authority and keeping control of this relationship. I knocked back the gin. Nothing was going to change. No need to panic. He was in my bedroom packing.
I heard the front door pulled quietly behind him and the gentle roar of the engine as the blue Sierra pulled away. He didn't even have the decency to slam the door and leave with a screech of breaks. The quiet ones are always the worst. Couldn't we have had a bloody good row? I still had half the dinner service I had been given as a wedding present, that hadn't already been thrown at Simon. 'Coward', I thought. He's not worth the effort. Two hours later I was on the phone, pissed as a parrot and weeping into the bottle of now empty gin.
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The second book in the trilogy by Jo Dean focuses on Henrietta's hilarious attempts to find a career in the precarious world of acting.
Stage Left by Jo Dean
Overture
This was not the first time I had woken up with the feeling that everything was not exactly where it should be in my life. This certainly wasn't what I had been promised by Judith Krantz, Jackie Collins and Michael Winner. Where was the happy ending with the romantic hero carrying me off into eternal boredom, motherhood and lifelong drudgery? My life plan had gone seriously awry. I was supposed to be a famous actress by now with a high profile husband to match, but instead I was still single and anonymous and I had courted fame in vain, whilst being courted by vain men.
At what point exactly did I realise that all those dreams I'd had as a girl had merged into the memory trash can and were well on their way to being deleted? True to my heroine and mentor, Erica Jong, I had sworn allegiance to the goddess of freedom, frolicking and fellas galore, but the outcome was still supposed to be fifteen toasters and a lifetime guarantee. Well, perhaps it wasn't all over yet. There was still plenty of time to do some serious damage.
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