☆☆☆☆☆ 'Satisfying, brilliant, thrilling and funny!' (Marcia, Goodreads)

Crikey mate! It’s 1983. Wham! are top of the charts. Two besties are on their Big O.E. in London.

Then one of them meets a bloke and things turn to shit.

Jafa, Jennie Agatha Frances Arthur, is a bit pissed off, to say the least. She can’t understand it. It’s not like he, the bloke – Nigel - is George Michael, or anything. Not even close.

Jennie and Evie had planned this trip of a lifetime since the school production of Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat, for heaven’s sake. And now Evie tells her she’s not going because – wait for it – she wants to spend Christmas with the future in-laws.

It’s a bit rich, forcryingoutloud.

But what does Jennie do? Go to see the pyramids anyway, without Evie? What the hell. Absolutely. Yes.

Does Jennie forgive Evie? Perhaps.

Is there a raucous, out-of-control, backpacking travel adventure, brushes with the criminal underworld, sex, drugs and a massive vodka watermelon party? Well...

Join Jafa as she blunders through from one dodgy decision to another – surviving a two-week holiday that turns into an eight-month, down the rabbit hole, flying by the seat of her pants, odyssey of self-discovery.

JAFA is like Trainspotting with an Aussie accent; Bridget Jones’s Diary but with more sex, drugs and exotic locations; Four Weddings and a Funeral but with criminal activity and an eighties soundtrack; Eat Pray Love, but with extra cheese and spicy sauce; Alice in Wonderland, but… you’ll understand when you read it.

Does Jennie make it back in time to wear the peach taffeta bridesmaid dress?

Find out.

Click the BUY NOW at the top.

Hop on board JAFA’s party bus.
It’s a trip. Whoop! Whoop!