Lydia dies and finds out she's the tragic ex in some trashy novel—ran off pregnant, died young, and her kids? Just there to make the heroine's perfect kids look good. Her son Cole ends up a thug in prison. Her daughter wrecks her hand going for first violin, loses it, gets dumped. Meanwhile the heroine steals her man and lives happily ever after. Lydia's pissed. Then she wakes up—18 again, but Cole's 17. Fine. She's gonna fix this. Game on.