How a clairvoyant changed my life

I find my belief in the suspension of common sense utterly compelling. I like to think of myself as pretty intelligent, and yet I was willing to let a random woman chart my life for me. I know many other people who have done the same, whether it be believing an arbitrary fortune teller or a horoscope.

In my new book, The Second Chance, Nell gets told the date on which she will die, and this affects every decision she makes thereafter. When she doesn't die on this date, she faces the enormous task of starting her life again from scratch. If you too were given a 'death date', even if you were the most hardened cynic wouldn't you experience a little flutter of unease each year when the date rolled round? And if you did know that you'd be knocking on the pearly gates at the age of 38, or 54, or 107, how might that affect the way you live?