
When she was seventeen, a little bomb went off in her brain and she was never the same.

But she must leave, now that her husband Patrick-the kind who cooks, throws her birthday parties, who loves her and has only ever wanted her to be happy-has just moved out.īecause there's something wrong with Martha, and has been for a long time. Now she lives in a gated community in Oxford, the only person she knows without a PhD, a baby or both, in a house she hates but cannot bear to leave. She used to live in a pied-à-terre in Paris.


Once, she worked at Vogue and planned to write a novel.
