Is living the life youve wished for really a dream come true? Lucy Young is twenty-six and tired. Tired of fetching coffees for senior TV producers sick of going on disastrous dates and done with living in a damp flat with roommates who never buy toilet paper. After another disappointing date Lucy stumbles upon a wishing machine. Pushing a coin into the slot Lucy closes her eyes and wishes with all her might: Please let me skip to the good part of my life. When she wakes the next morning to a handsome man a ring on her finger a high-powered job and two storybook-perfect children Lucy cant believe this is real--especially when she looks in the mirror and staring back is her own fortysomething face. Has she really skipped ahead like shes always wanted or has she simply forgotten a huge chunk of her life? As Lucy begins to embrace new relationships and the perks of maturity shell have to ask herself: Can she go back to her previous life and if so can she stand to leave the good part behind?
