But Christmas Eve night takes a turn when her best mate, Marlene, drops in for a chat. Lovely, right? Except Marlene’s been dead for seven years and she’s got a message for Caroline, she will be visited by three spirits and if she doesn’t pay attention, her future’s looking bleaker than the contents of her fridge freezer.
Caroline’s convinced she’s having a hallucination. Ghosts? Surely not! But as the night goes on, she starts to wonder if she might just learn something worth more than her latest discount voucher. And for someone who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing, this might be the wake-up call she didn’t see coming.
Move over Ebenezer! This modern, laugh-out-loud retelling of the Dickens classic has a new Scrooge in town. Perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella.
Once upon a
time, she worked in banking, the Civil Service, and property management, or as
she likes to call it, The Beige Trilogy. She spent decades being respectable
(ish), responsible (occasionally), and quietly losing the will to live. Then
one day she found herself broke, baffled, and built entirely out of biscuit
crumbs and unresolved trauma. So she did what any sensible woman would do, she
wrote it all down and flogged it in paperback.
Karen has
battled cancer twice, and her coping strategy was to laugh at wildly
inappropriate moments and shout “F*ck off!” at inspirational quotes. Spoiler:
it worked. Her sense of humour is deeply questionable, but it’s kept her just
about sane through grief, illness, love, lies, and the time she gave herself
food poisoning with a dodgy prawn ring from Iceland.
After years
of procrastination (and one too many vinos), she finally swapped Pinot for a
pen. She now writes jaw-dropping memoirs and hilarious women’s fiction about
women who’ve had enough, snapped slightly, and are thriving in spite of it all,
usually with a glass in hand, some top mates, and a solid alibi.
Her hobbies
include eating anything wrapped in pastry, shouting at the Real Housewives
(“She’s definitely had something done - she’s melting!”), and threatening to
adopt an axolotl because they look so absurdly cheerful. She once turned down
hugging a sloth in Mexico, it dangles upside down, pees on itself, and honestly
felt like a warning from the future.
Karen lives
in a sleepy Northern town with her long-suffering husband (he’s partially deaf,
which helps) and their cat Pickle, who looks permanently disgusted with their
life choices and the ongoing Dreamies rationing.
A portion of every book sale goes to Women’s Aid, Great Ormond Street, the Epilepsy Society, and Macmillan. because she knows what it’s like to need help. The world’s a shitshow, but we can all make a little difference in our own way.
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