Flannery says of herself, I could've been called Daughter Of. My father was the most famous, most popular poet of his time. He may have been a professor, but he managed to reach millions of 'ordinary' readers with his poetry. And be popular on TV. And be a Nobel Prizewinner in the talent-spotting Department. And raise an orphan daughter (me) who adored him. When Flannery's father is found dead in suspicious circumstances, it turns her world on its end. Not least because she suspects one of the talents he had spotted and fostered - a young electronics genius - had a hand in his death. Spun free of the moorings of her life by the tragedy, she works as a temp, lives a fast (and funny) life just this side of slapper-dom, never stops trying to unravel the mystery of her father's death - and falls in love with the living definition of the wrong man.