** THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER ** ‘Indecently entertaining’ Guardian ‘Hilarious’ The Times I had no idea how to commit to another human being.
I could barely commit to reading a magazine, and I wrote for magazines for a living.
My specialist subject was celebrities, and my own relationships made their marriages look eternal.
I’d never paid a household bill that didn’t mention bailiffs, and my idea of exercise was to go and stand outside a famous person’s house and stare until I’d convinced myself that I lived in it. But my life in LA was happy; free of care and consequence.
That was, until I came down to earth – with a bump. So this is the story of how I staggered from partying in Hollywood to bringing up a baby in Piss Alley, Dalston; how I never did find a copy of What To Expect When You Weren’t Even Fucking Expecting To Be Expecting, and why paternity testing is not a good topic for a first-date conversation. People always said I’d find love where I least expected it.
I always said they were idiots. ‘Beautiful, wild, painfully honest, hilarious and sometimes heartbreaking’ Dolly Alderton