A “sassy” ( USA Today ), “funny, fast-talking” ( New York Daily News ) “great read” ( People ) that unfolds like a conversation with your bawdy best friend over a glass—or a bottle—of wine

Whether she’s being greeted by the news that her brother has thrown her underwear off a Mardi Gras float, desperately trying to kick Dave Matthews out of her car before he discovers that her 6-CD changer contains six Dave Matthews CDs, or hosting a friend’s baby shower after learning that her boyfriend has impregnated another woman, Cindy Guidry writes with the ease of a born raconteur. This is the rare book that provokes both belly laughs and tears, as Guidry barrels through the obstacle course of life, refusing to see her grass as anything other than green.

The Last Single Woman in America belongs on the same shelf as bestsellers like Don’t Get Too Comfortable by David Rakoff, I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley, and I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron.