Clara's life is falling apart. Her husband has just left her for a younger woman and she's been arrested for a mysterious crime.
So, she tells the police what happened, in her own words...
After her husband leaves her, she returns home to spend some time with her mother watching film noir movies, including one that starred her late grandmother in a bit part role.
She realises that she wants her husband back, so she follows him across to London, armed with only a vintage suitcase filled with her grandmother's clothes from the film noir era.
She finds not only the clothes in the case but also the beginnings of a screenplay written by her late grandmother, which inspires her to complete the story and try to get it produced while she is in Endgland.
Then, one day she wakes up and life is a film noir movie. People are dressed in clothes from all the movies she's seen, not to mention their manner of speaking.
She realises that, somehow, she has been pushed back through time, to a few days before her grandmother's mysterious death near the Hollywood sign. She reaches out to her grandmother (who is still in America) via telegram, hoping to change her grandmother's destiny.
As she works on the script and tries to think of ways to win back her ex's love, she realises that maybe it is okay to act as the femme fatale of film noire at times.
A light read that takes its reader through time and leaves them wondering if they should, at times, release their own hell cat within.
