PS Olive You. Lizzie Allen

      P.S. Olive You

      LIZZIE ALLEN

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2015

      Copyright © Lizzie Allen 2015

      Lizzie Allen asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Ebook Edition © August 2015 ISBN: 9780008163600

      Version: 2015–09–11

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       -Chapter One-

       -Chapter Two -

       -Chapter Three-

       -Chapter Four-

       -Chapter Five-

      

       -Chapter Six-

      

       -Chapter Seven-

      

       -Chapter Eight-

      

       -Chapter Nine-

      

       -Chapter Ten-

      

       -Chapter Eleven-

      

       - Chapter Twelve -

      

       -Chapter Thirteen-

      

       -Chapter Fourteen-

      

       -Chapter Fifteen-

      

       -Chapter Sixteen-

      

       -Chapter Seventeen-

      

       -Chapter Eighteen-

      

       -Chapter Nineteen-

      

       -Chapter Twenty-

      

       -Chapter Twenty-One-

      

       -Chapter Twenty-Two-

      

       -Chapter Twenty-Three-

      

       -Chapter Twenty-Four-

      

       -Chapter Twenty-Five-

      

       -Epilogue-

      

       About the Author

      

       About the Publisher

       -Chapter One-

      On the Christmas before the credit crunch exploded in our faces, my mother-in-law bought me a spectacular vanity case. A leather studded Versace with enough capacity for ten litres of age-defying products.

      The following Easter she bought me a course of Botox. Clearly the ten litres had not been enough.

      Bridgette was the sort of person who gaveth with the one hand and tooketh away with the other. Still desperately clinging to the notion I might conceive after four failed IVF attempts, she somehow conflated looking-younger with fertile eggs.

      Behind my back she worked on Andrew to leave me for a younger woman and have a second go at gene proliferation. Who could blame her? I was only thirty-two but my ovaries were at least two hundred.