In 1962, that quaint time of polio, carbon paper, and the Constitutional right to an attorney, Junemarie leaves the farm for Manhattan to become a career girl—and to find a husband.

Not the sharpest knife in the drawer and more than a little xenophobic, she doesn't know the meaning of the word 'surrender', despite being an assistant editor in a prestigious publishing house. Her pursuit of handsome Ken Davenport is so relentless she's not deterred by her own acrophobia and the calamities to the city's tall buildings that season, including a tornado strike, towering inferno, defenestration, rooftop decapitation, and elevator mutilation. She learns about free love, beatniks, jazz, and psychoanalysis, attends the celebrated Leprosy Charity Ball, and pens her own space-age novel. The shocking secrets of a hard-boiled veteran editor, peculiar co-worker, and her beloved Ken are revealed along with her own closet's skeletons.

Not everyone can conquer the dizzying heights of modern Manhattan. Can Junemarie?