About the book: a year / After a long relationship and promised mountains of gold, all she has left is his checkered flannel shirt with a torn pocket, worldwide resentment and big, worthy Guinness Book of Records horns. Although, what about the Guinness Book of Records? If a prize was given for the fate of a loser, she would have received all the grants, and they would have chipped in on top of them. Over four years with him, she turned into a housewife, wearing long, shapeless skirts and preparing only for him, her god, lunch, dinner and sandwiches for work. And here she is all alone at the broken trough called “life”, mourning her best young years, given to him. And everything would be fine, she would calm down and live on, if not for one message sent at the wrong time and and to the wrong number. Oh yeah, she's fucking screwed…