Too young to be whisked away by a Stannah Stairlift or to enjoy the luxury of a walk-in-bath, Marie Sharp is horrified when a friend suggests she join a bookclub as she turns 60. Bookclub people feel they must poke their brain with a pointed stick to keep it working - they're as bad as oldies who cycle across Mongolia in their 80s or paraglide in their 90s. As far as Marie is concerned, they're tragic failures who haven't come to terms with ageing, whereas she's thrilled about it - although she's a bit preoccupied about whether to give up sex. Curmudgeonly, acute, and funny, this fictionalised diary is "Grumpy Old Woman meets Bridget Jones".