A tut-tutting, big-breasted, modern-day gorgon; a humourless schoolmarm with an unfortunate name and freakishly long, yellow incisors (yeesh)-these are the kinds of people Ruth Roth regularly encounters. Add in daily dealings with an acerbic mother who squawks like a harpy, a father with a dodgy moral compass and a God complex, a bitchy mirror, and Ruth's existence feels like a Greek tragicomedy. The idiocy of daily life makes sense to Ruth when she develops a fascination with ancient mythology. She learns that the deviant gods and spectacular monsters of bygone myths are alive and well in...

Up yours It's a ballsy attitude for a child, and one that served Ruth (Roth) Gold well back then. It's one she desperately needs to revive now.

After her divorce, Ruth finds the love of her life: Herself. And she's in a happy place ... until a geeky, sexy, god-like man fronts up and fulfils her forgotten little-girl fantasies. He tells her she's 'The One'.

Talk about screwing everything up

A romance with him seems so wrong, yet-mmm, mmm- feels so deliciously right.

With those around her...