At the age of 25, Hannah Crowe moves from Canada to London, intent (she half-jokes) on curing herself of a Puritan upbringing, and on finding a husband. Only a few months later, she's married to Daniel and living in Camberwell, South London. Together they attempt to pursue their shared desire for a creatively rich, emotionally intense and sexually passionate domestic life, but it soon becomes apparent that this kind of relationship requires more from them than their individual ambitions will allow. In an age where the pursuit of happiness seems the only moral code, what do you do when your life falls short of your dreams? Is there wisdom to be learnt from the sacrifices commitment entails? Or is there something in the notion of compatibility that we tend to overlook?