Sarah Wilde blames her father for her writing career. Whilst she was growing up he told her she could do anything she put her mind to. He didn’t tell her that her blonde hair would mean she was taken less seriously at work. He never warned her that some men would talk to her breasts rather than look her in the eye. He failed to mention that barmen would raise their eyebrows every time she ordered a pint. She’s been trying to make sense of the world ever since.