Book description
Stella felt sick to her stomach. How could her marriage be over? She
did the maths, counting it out on her fingertips - it was only eight
hundred and sixty-four hours old. She hadn't even finished writing the
thank-you cards yet ...'. Stella de Villiers doesn't know which way is
up. Rewind forty-eight hours and she has the perfect life. Married to a
great guy. A super-supportive family around her. Awesome friends. In
fact, the only fly in her ointment is that her job is, well, just a bit
crap. As sex column aunt Dr Dee she has to deal with a slew of
correspondence about the ickiest of things when all she really wants is
to be taken seriously as a journalist. And then, just when it seems like
things can't get any worse on the work front, Stella's dream job -
features writer - is given to the über-cool Yolanda. Upset and
disappointed, Stella calls her husband Max to tell him what's happened,
but instead she tells a small untruth - just a little white lie - that
slowly but surely unravels her whole perfect universe. Meanwhile, on the
other side of the planet, Poppy is on a trip of a lifetime with her best
friend Buck. America, India, Holland, Germany, France - for a
twenty-one-year-old Capetonian who's never been further than Hermanus
it's a whole new world. But will Poppy find more than she bargains for
on her travels? Is she falling in love with travelling or falling in
love while travelling? How do you tell which way is up when you don't
even know where you are?
