You know her. You’ve seen her. You may even see yourself in her.
A dying rock star. A tail-less cat. A psychic who said the spirit world wasn’t interested in her. Mix in an ex-monk, an eighteen-pound tumor, raging teenage children, cancer, and a whole lot of self-pity and you’ll find yourself in the middle of this midlife crisis.
This memoir follows a successful middle-aged woman who sometimes drinks too much, has unfulfilling sex, pities herself for being divorced and alone, loses her business along with her self-esteem, and lacks the gratitude to be thankful for the many good things in her life—all in the face of a cancer diagnosis. It’s funny because it’s true. It’s sad because it’s true. But in the end, there will be lobster for brunch, so bring your bib because middle age gets really messy.
By the time she was in her late twenties, Sara Arnell was a mother, wife, and rising advertising executive. By the time she was appointed CEO of a well-known ad agency, it seemed like she had it all. But appearances can be deceiving. Beneath that veneer of achievement, she was now a divorced, sad, lonely, anxious, self-medicating, empty-nesting, middle-aged mess with a cancer diagnosis. She gained so much weight that her clothes didn’t fit anymore. She lost so much self-esteem that she could barely recognize herself. Her friends and family had no idea what she was going through privately. After all, she was good at advertising and she knew how to sell herself—how to put her best foot forward. She knew she’d hit rock bottom one New Year’s Day morning when she woke up on the floor, sporting a giant black eye and watching a rogue lobster crawl out from under a chair.
There Will Be Lobster is the story of Sara’s path to reconnecting with a loving, healthy, and productive version of herself and ending the middle-aged crisis party that got way out of control. Through telling stories, anecdotes and life lessons learned, Sara reminds people that they have the power to take care of themselves and rise back up—no matter how far they think they’ve fallen.