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First published in Great Britain in 2018
by Electric Monkey, an imprint of Egmont UK Limited
The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN
Text copyright © 2018 Laura Steven
First e-book edition 2018
ISBN 978 1 4052 8844 6
Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1823 3
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library
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To Toria and Lucy, a.k.a. the Coven – because in
the immortal words of Kelly Clarkson, my life
would suck without you
Contents
Monday 19 September
Tuesday 20 September
Wednesday 21 September
Thursday 22 September
Monday 26 September
Tuesday 27 September
Wednesday 28 September
Thursday 29 September
Friday 30 September
Monday 3 October
Tuesday 4 October
Wednesday 5 October
Thursday 6 October
Friday 7 October
Saturday 8 October
Sunday 10 October
Monday 11 October
Friday 15 October
Old White Men Love It When You Slut-shame
The Friend Zone is as Real as Narnia
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Look, you probably bought this book because you read the blurb about how I’m an impoverished orphan and also at the heart of a national slut-shaming scandal, and you thought, Oh great, this is just the kind of heart-wrenching tale I need to feel better about my own life, but seriously, you have to relax. I am not some pitiful Oliver-Twist-meets-Kim-Kardashian-type figure. If you’re seeking a nice cathartic cry, I’m not your girl. May I recommend binge-watching some sort of medical drama for the high caliber of second-hand devastation you’re looking for.
Either that or you saw the nudes, which, y’know. Most people have. My lopsided boobs have received more press attention than your average international epidemic, which I bet the super-virus population is furious about. All that hard work attempting to destroy the human race gone unnoticed.
In all seriousness, I don’t know why my publisher asked me to write this book, because apart from that one time I accidentally ate a pot brownie and broke into the old folks’ home, my life really hasn’t been all that interesting. But we’ll get to that in due course. It’s not actually relevant to the sex scandal or anything, but it is hilarious on a fairly profound level.
I know, I know, it’s highly confusing that I’m referencing
