WHEN YOU READ THIS is a warm, heart-breaker of a novel, and just as you think you might be on the verge of tears, it will tip you over into laughter instead.
If you think this is any good, feel free to publish it. No pressure just because I'm dead.
Iris hasn't quite figured out what she's supposed to be doing in life yet. But that's fine, because she's only in her thirties - right? Well, until she discovers that in fact she has six months left to make her peace with everything she won't be. So Iris decides to take life by the lapels and throw herself into writing her blog.
I wonder how many people continue to email other people after they die. That'd be an interesting radio story. Or just a depressing one. I miss you.
Dividing his time between gambling and desperately trying to hold onto the talents it's his job to manage, Smith is falling apart after much-loved employee Iris's death - until he discovers a manuscript of her blog she left to him. Determined to publish her, Smith doesn't realise who his biggest obstacle will be: Iris's grieving sister Jade.
But I can't do dinner. I don't eat at restaurants. Unless it's dim sum. Sorry. I'll be too distracted assessing the food to be a good dinner partner.
Jade has spent her life being the successful, reasonable sister, throwing herself into her glowing career as a chef, until Iris's death throws her neatly ordered life into chaos. Determined to right the wrong of her sister's death, Jade is prepared to take on Simon and stop the publication of her sister's manuscript - but she isn't prepared for the unlikely friendship this encounter will bring. . .
Mary Adkins is a former lawyer living in New York. She teaches storytelling for The Moth and is an award-winning playwright. Her writing has appeared in the New York Times, Slate, The Atlantic and more.