I’m Taylor thirty-nine, lobster-strong, and apparently the punchline in my own life. Living in Eelbrook, Maine—where the fog’s thicker than my ex’s excuses and the best date night is bingeing 80's sitcoms with my aunt Gerty—I thought my life was slinging bait by day, ignoring red flags by night. Then Grandma Phyllis dies, drops a will that’s half fortune, half insanity, and suddenly I’m jetting off to Sicily on a scavenger hunt that screams “get your shit together, girl... moreI’m Taylor thirty-nine, lobster-strong, and apparently the punchline in my own life. Living in Eelbrook, Maine—where the fog’s thicker than my ex’s excuses and the best date night is bingeing 80's sitcoms with my aunt Gerty—I thought my life was slinging bait by day, ignoring red flags by night. Then Grandma Phyllis dies, drops a will that’s half fortune, half insanity, and suddenly I’m jetting off to Sicily on a scavenger hunt that screams “get your shit together, girl.” Because seriously, my shit is far from together.Between fumbling Italian phrases that land me in hot (literally) water, dodging calls from the world’s shittiest boyfriend, and stumbling into a stranger who makes “prego” sound like foreplay, I’m unraveling faster than Gerty's cheap sweater. Who knew chasing puppets and pretty lies could rewrite your whole damn story? Buckle up—this hunt’s just getting started, and I’m finally playing for keeps. less
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