'As I was musing on what I had long suspected (that sport and beauty were incompatible), I fell over and just sort of died. And as I lay there, pondering the great void that swam before me, I was carried away by special creatures to a place where people go when consumed by too much disappointment, or weighed down by the consequences of burying too many feelings...I always imagined that dying would liberate me from all awareness, thereby ensuring a certain freedom, but alas no. Everything pretty much goes on as before except that you have to stay in the same outfit you arrived in and you can't find decent coffee anywhere...' Phillipa Finch has died from a broken heart. Is there anything that can bring her back? Emotional cowboys, red high-heeled boots, and what to wear when you are broken-hearted and don't want anyone to know are all rolled up in this original, funny book, with its sharp-eyed observations on the miscommunications in male-female relationships and its gentle compassion for the walking wounded in the ongoing skirmishes and occasional peace treaties between men and women.