The war between thirty-year-olds and those in their forties has just begun: a novel of irresistible irony, with a quick-witted, cynical style of writing that will invite you to look at the world with greater suspicion but, at the same time, far less fear.

Lucia has made it to her forties convinced that she has reached some sort of lifetime achievement: she has a job she loves in a marketing agency, she has a stable relationship, and she has paid a deposit on her dream house. But, one rainy day, everything starts to unravel. A chain of unfortunate events brings her perfect life crashing down. She begins to question her career, her love life, and her own identity, with an insistent thought niggling at her mind: the thirty-year-olds have taken over. And she hadn’t even realised. Because of her age, she is out of the game.

She is Soap, a losing concept: a naïve new line of men’s cosmetics which the client ditches in favour of a tantalising proposal from a millennial of indeterminate gender. Reinventing herself now is impossible: it’s too late. Those in their thirties work in different ways, and have begun to shape their own alien universe. From that moment, Lucia’s certainty disappears, her life derailing.

From networking events with glossy influencers and surreal evenings spent in escape rooms, to obscure spiritual practices and erotic and geographical digressions, Lucia attempts to find a new direction for her life. Instead, she discovers that, deep down, millennials may not be quite as enigmatic as they seem.