When the first storefront psychic took her fifty dollars (all the money she had) and declared “You will never find love,” Amy Ferris swore she’d never see another spiritual adviser again. That didn’t work out. From Mary, the foulmouthed Hollywood psychic with a dagger tattoo and uncanny accuracy, to 900-number hotlines and past-life panic attacks, Amy Ferris spent enough money to buy a house in the South of France. With brutal honesty and laugh-out-loud humor, she chronicles her decades-long quest for rewiring from anyone claiming supernatural insight into her messy, uncertain life. Like any addiction, it started small and spiraled quickly. From fifty-dollar palm readings to three-dollar-a-minute hotlines and bills requiring payment plans with AT&T, Amy chronicles her decades-long quest for cosmic answers. She survived psychics with gambling problems, regression therapists in newspaper-cluttered hovels, and the slow realization that she was funding other people's dreams while neglecting her own. A wickedly funny memoir about seeking answers everywhere when they all reside within oneself. Foreword by Marta Kauffman, producer and creator of Friends.