Veronica grows up in Rome, in the late 20th century and early 21st century. Or rather, she tries to grow up, because she has no idea how this job is done. Her family is an ordinary Italian family, that is, a tangle of neuroses, obsessions, and anxieties.

Her relationships with men are unstable and chaotic—somewhat like her relationship with reality itself. Now, as an adult, the author Veronica Raimo reflects on how she got here, and she does so in the only way that is truly possible: with a corrosive and hilarious, sarcastic yet tender regression between the dubious truths and half-lies with which we construct ourselves.