NAKED (In Italy) will be released soon!

Pre-orders will be available soon! I’ll keep you updated. Tell your fam, tell your sister-wives, tell your poker buddies and book club to grab a copy to keep me stocked in wine and also make it possible for me to continue to write for a living and to prove that one junior high principal who told me I’d never amount to anything wrong (take that, you twat!). I’m currently setting up a few readings in Italy (right now Florence, possibly Rome and Milan) and if you live in those areas and have ideas for a space or local bookstore let me know! The book will not be translated for a while so, for now, it’s only available in English and the reading will be in English. Also because my accent in Italian is shit and I’m not going to make anyone suffer through that.

What’s the book about? Well here’s the unofficial (unproofread) blurb:

At twenty-seven years old, M. E. Evans had just graduated from college, twice, and still had no idea what to do with her life besides frequent strip clubs and fantasize about being a woman known for a sort of vague, unnamed success. But when her plans to become a better version of herself are derailed by the devastating loss of her brother, she moves to Italy no longer for personal growth but for self-preservation. While abroad, she finds herself with an Italian man with majestic chest hair and an impossible to win-over family.

In the irreverent and hilarious Naked (In Italy), Evans tells the story of how she came to Florence for its rolling green hills, cheap Chianti, and sexy Italian men only to realize that personal growth isn’t always rainbows and unicorns. Sometimes it’s falling down, agoraphobia, and a mother-in-law who won’t let go of your thongs.

Gritty, poignant, and howlingly funny, Evans’ memoir strips bare the myth of la dolce vita and reminds us that unfortunately no matter where you run off to, there you are.