A book synopsis is fundamentally ridiculous. How can I possibly convey, in only 100 words, the events of the past year and their impact on my perfectly ordered existence?

It is insufficient space to accurately detail how I was blackmailed into demonstrating my flawless algorithm to find a soulmate, despite having no desire for one. In my former life I avoided trivial human connections.

I was alone, accomplished and brilliant. Unfortunately, that solitary and driven woman no longer exists. My name is Indiana Dylan and this is the extraordinary account of how I fell in love.

There: 100 words exactly.