How to Love a Virgo

Savannah just turned 40 and her list of recent accomplishments includes: - Survived divorce without putting voodoo on her ex- Didn't combust after her only child moved away for college- Started over in a less-than-desirable neighborhood (and tax bracket)- Entered a situationship with an imaginary boyfriend- Didn't crash out badly enough to need her Last Resort Box (yet) As far as she could tell, she was doing just fine. Savannah is no longer expecting a happily-ever-after for her life; she just wants to enjoy her midlife crisis in peace. However, perimenopause demons, grief gremlins, unlikely heroes, and surprise villains-including her new therapist-have different plans for her next chapter. Savannah is a proud member of the Stay-My-Ass-In-The-House club, especially since the Virgo tendencies that usually helped her hold everything together apparently expired with no option for renewal. She's perfectly fine in her safe little bubble with her imaginary lover who literally can't live without her. That's until a string of humbling, hilarious, and hell-nawl moments drag her back outside. Turns out, even her horoscope couldn't predict what was waiting on the other side of her front door.