25-year-old Junie is adrift. She's got a cool drummer boyfriend who loves her, a great east-village funkadelic wardrobe, a series of well-paying but seriously bizarre temp jobs, but still she feels that life is eluding her.
She can't quite put her finger on it, and she knows she should be happy, or at least grateful, but she just can't seem to stop searching.
So when she meets Eliot, a brilliant, if somewhat unemployed Sci-Fi writer, she thinks he's the answer she's been looking for.
She will be his muse and his love and adoration will provide her with the life she's been looking for.
What ensues is nothing short of mayhem - she finds herself in Eliot's bed, on his closet floor, his dining room table...and bizarrely pursued by his cat Alfie--who apparently believes he's her soulmate and will do anything to keep Junie and Eliot apart.
But it's not Alfie who ultimately makes Junie face up to the fact that she's just been avoiding life in Eliot's bed...it's what she finds out about herself, and her past, that eventually make her realise that her life has been waiting for her all along, if only she can stop running from it.