This book charts the misadventures of Helen Bradshaw, a caustically-charming 29 year old who isn't exactly living out her dreams. She's a lowly assistant editor at GirlTime magazine, drives an ancient Toyota, and has a history of choosing men who fall several thousand feet below acceptable boyfriend standard. She shares an apartment with a scruffy, tactless room mate, her best girlfriends are a little too perfect, and the most affectionate male in her life - her cat, Fatboy - occasionally pees in her underwear drawer.

Then Helen gets the telephone call she least expects: her father has had a massive heart attack. Initially brushing off his death as merely an interruption in her already chaotic life (they were never that close after all) Helen is surprised to find everything else starting to crumble around her. Her pushy mother is coming apart at the seams, a close friend might be heading towards tragedy, and after the tequila incident, it looks as if Tom the vet will be sticking with Dalmatians. Turns out that getting over it isn't going to be quite as easy as she thought....


I wrote this novel after the sudden death of my own father. The story of Getting Over It is fiction, but the emotions within it are very real. My world fell apart when my Dad died - I mean that in a literal sense. I felt as if I didn't know who I was any more. One of the worst elements of bereavement (and, I see now, the funniest) was that no one had the least idea how to deal with grief. Friends and relatives in their distress and embarrassment, blurted out terrible things - one aunt said to my mother 'oh, I know exactly how you feel - my husband is in South Africa for three weeks!' 

I was angry, wretched, confused, and I wanted to write a novel that would resonate with anyone who has lost someone they love.