“…the words inside are sassy, fresh and full of vitality…a kind of Sex and the Cityfor the baby boomer generation in this highly amusing and surprisingly clever romantic comedy…a strong sense of how mature women think…”
– KIRKUS REVIEWS
Sexually stale with a body going down the tubes—gray hairs, puffy eyes, belly fat, sagging boobs, is a wake-up call for Suzanne’s introverted self to make a lifestyle change. Or was it the horrific reoccurring nightmare?
Suzanne relishes her well choreographed routine. Her independence is important. Men are not. She has an electric blanket. This divorcée and single mother is finally free of the challenging, problematical years of raising a millennium kid. That is until a medical alert tag, an early birthday present, sets off an emotional explosion.
“OhmyGod…I’m going to die just like my mother…alone!”
Excuse me, I’m Not Dead Yetis written in a contemporary, breezy, humorious style, with vivacious dialogue, and an edgy, brilliant story. Suzanne Robins confronts–bad hair, Botox, plastic surgery, marriage, career, insomnia, traveling alone, hormones, girlfriends, lifestyle changes, the “ex”, the younger woman and the older man–loose skin, belly fat and body projectiles, boy-toys and pleasure f***!