Wearing hand-me-downs was one thing. Dating one is quite another . . .
For Anne Olsen, new and improved is the only way to live. So how did she fall for a second-hand man?
Charlotte had the Malibu Barbie with a full wardrobe, Emily inherited a slightly used Barbie with two outfits and Anne was left with a one-armed, bald Barbie who enjoyed nudist colonies. It's little wonder that at twenty-nine, Anne drives a new car, eats only from freshly opened packages and thinks antique is a euphemism for mouldy.
After growing up in the shadows of her older sisters - one a swimsuit model, the other a pop-feminist - Anne's personality is one part sibling rivalry and two parts VD (stands for Vague Dissatisfaction, and yes, it itches). Now she's the self-professed under-achiever in the family, determined to find happiness on her own terms. But when her sister's ex-boyfriend - seemingly perfect, potentially interested - re-enters her life, Anne's got to ask herself: Could she possibly fall in love with a hand-me-down man?
