An unfiltered, hilarious new chapter for every woman who's ever yelled 'ARE YOU THERE, GOD?' into a fan. Gen X-er Maggie Levy has just turned fifty. When she was a girl, she assumed adulthood would come with answers - clear rules, emotional equilibrium, and a body that didn't stage hostile takeovers without notice. Instead, she gets menopause, which arrives like an uninvited houseguest who breaks the thermostat, eats all the snacks, and asks why you're so emotional. As Maggie and her three closest friends - the women they've christened the TWATS because irony is all they have left - stare down this rude, disorienting chapter, everything starts to crack open. Their bodies are unreliable. The culture is dismissive. Doctors are patronising. Patience is gone. Rage is... surprisingly clarifying. Together, they navigate hot flashes, insomnia, existential whiplash, vanishing tolerance for nonsense, and the shocking realisation that they have spent decades being polite about things that deserved to be set on fire. There are moments of deep friendship, brutal honesty, inappropriate laughter, and the kind of emotional truth-telling that only happens once you've officially run out of f*cks. Are You There, God? It's Me, Menopause is hilarious, sharp, and unapologetically honest - a novel about the second coming-of-age, when the rules fall apart, the mask comes off, and women finally stop pretending they're fine. It turns out midlife isn't about having it all together. It's about telling the truth, backing each other up, and discovering that rage - when shared - is just another form of love.
