If only you knew then what you know now...
Imagine if you could go back ten years and meet your younger self – would you recognise her? And what advice would you give?
Wear sunscreen!
Back away from those PVC trousers?
DON’T give that idiot your phone number?
Lemon juice won’t bleach your hair – it just attracts wasps...
He's the one - don't let him go!
For Charlotte Merryweather, there’s no need to imagine. She’s about to find out for real. With surprising consequences...
Imagine if you could go back ten years and meet your younger self – would you recognise her? And what advice would you give?
Wear sunscreen!
Back away from those PVC trousers?
DON’T give that idiot your phone number?
Lemon juice won’t bleach your hair – it just attracts wasps...
He's the one - don't let him go!
For Charlotte Merryweather, there’s no need to imagine. She’s about to find out for real. With surprising consequences...
At age thirty-one, American Charlotte Merryweather has spent ten years in London pursuing personal and professional perfection. Yet her present-day success- heading her own PR company, owning a gorgeous apartment, planning a future with her devoted boyfriend- only heightens the shock of a visit from the past.
Lottie, Charlotte's twenty-one-year-old self, drives onto the scene at the wheel of a rusty, orange Volkswagen Beetle identical to Charlotte's first UK ride. Charlotte pursues a friendship aimed to bestow upon Lottie a decade of wisdom. Yet Charlotte's prosperous polish proves a pale substitute for Lottie's innate, youthful graces- openness, passion, and kindness. Will the student become the teacher in this witty turnabout?
Lottie, Charlotte's twenty-one-year-old self, drives onto the scene at the wheel of a rusty, orange Volkswagen Beetle identical to Charlotte's first UK ride. Charlotte pursues a friendship aimed to bestow upon Lottie a decade of wisdom. Yet Charlotte's prosperous polish proves a pale substitute for Lottie's innate, youthful graces- openness, passion, and kindness. Will the student become the teacher in this witty turnabout?
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