On the eve of her 37th birthday, tough and funny Fran Clark finds herself in a role she would never have envisioned: that of a desperate housewife. Once upon a time she had a vibrant career as a voice-over artist; now she obsesses over the ruthless mothers' scene at her children's school and whether or not her husband is having an affair at the office. When Fran's drinking spirals out of control, she knows she has hit rock bottom. The only place to go is up. 37 is a searingly intimate and compulsively readable novel, a very modern diary of a (not quite) mad housewife.

On the eve of her 37th birthday, former voiceover artist Fran Clark finds herself in a role she could never have envisioned-that of a surprisingly desperate housewife, who-despite, or because of, her ad exec husband and two children-finds herself suffocating in her own life. She's far too cynical to take suburban life too seriously (as she says, "If it weren't for the Happy Meal, several thousand women would have murdered their children: HAPPY MEALS SAVE LIVES."), yet she can't seem to stop herself from entering a panicky spiral downward, depressed and drinking too much, until she hits rock bottom. It will take both her children and her two best friends counting on her more than they'd ever anticipated for her to find the inner strength to rebuild her life. Fran's completely flawed yet completely lovable personality, filled with wit and charm, narrates this intimate, self-deprecating tale-one that will resonate with any woman who has ever been stricken with self-doubt.