In the space of a few hours, thirty-year-old Ginger
Petrocelli had gone from bride-to-be to bride-who-never-
was. So here she sat, alone in her cramped apartment,
wedding crinolines askew, drowning her sorrows in a hundred-
dollar bottle of Veuve Cliquot, when her doorbell rang. And
her trip to hell in a handbasket was about to escalate.
At the door: Nick, Ginger's "first." Only, he's a police
officer now, and he wants to find out what she knows about
her M.I.A. congressman fiance. When was the last time she'd
seen him? She'd better not leave town . . .
And the spiral continues: her cozy little sublet (really,
she liked having her shower in the kitchen) is about to be
yanked away, and the prestigious little design firm where
she works is about to go belly-up. So what's a girl to do?
Her answer, born of desperation: move in with her crazy,
widowed mother -- who Ginger claims sucks the life force
out of every creature within one city block of her -- and
her grandmother, who spends much of her day engaged in
heated arguments with her dead husband.
Well, it's a plan. But bizarrely, as the summer progresses,
her eccentric but lovable relatives give her the courage to
make choices based on what she wants, not what she wants to