Twenty-seven and the miserable owner of size eight feet, Rachel Walsh enjoys two naughty habits: a lover who likes his leather pants tight, and a fondness for recreational drugs. But as Rachel learns, what goes up must come down. First she loses her job, then her lover, and then finds herself being marched off to the Cloisters, Dublin’s answer to the Betty Ford Clinic. 

          Outraged—surely she’s not thin enough to be an addict!—it suddenly dawns on Rachel that it’s about time she had a vacation, and where better than a place crammed with jacuzzis, gyms, and rock stars going tepid turkey? What she gets instead, however, are middle-aged men in sweaters and enough group therapy to drive her to distraction, until she meets Chris. A man with a past, will he be her salvation—or more trouble than Rachel’s ever known? Engaging and wickedly funny, Rachel’s Holiday is a powerful story of love and discovery.