For Alice Green, reaching fifty is much the same as being invisible so why not make the most of it. Her head-in-the-sand husband doesn’t notice the clothes mountain and piles of pretty stationery. The adrenalin rushes become addictive highs in a life that has wavered and halted. But when two police cars draw up outside her house in leafy Edinburgh, she knows the game is up. Alice must face the present and rake over the past.

Run, Alice, Run is an irreverent coming-of-middle-age novel that looks with irony and black humour at the way society defines and diminishes women of all ages.