Suzy Zeus fled Indiana for New York, where she indulges every naughty whim and adores her "manly boyfriend" Harry. Suzy Zeus is a streetwise goddess, a sexy, wisecracking superhero, and a babe with attitude until her waitress gig gets her down, Harry breaks her heart, and she fails to find sanctuary in church. Robbins is a New York psychotherapist and librettist, pursuits that shape her irresistible, saucy, singsong novella-in-verse, a bravura performance with the cigarette-and-cocktail purr of Kim Addonizio and the irony and outrageousness of Patti Smith. Robbins uses a simple and mesmerizing rhythm, playful rhymes, gum-snapping humor, and glamorous eroticism to hypnotize the reader as she shifts stealthily from classic men-are-jerks routines to a deep and resonant inquiry into neurosis, depression, and spiritual angst. Suzy Zeus is actually a soulful woman on a quest for meaning and goodness, and she, like every mythic hero, must descend into the underworld before she can fully appreciate life's complexity and splendor, and the true nature of love. Robbins' debut is fresh, clever, and provocative.

-Donna Seaman, Booklist

Robbins' debut novel has the four S's of chick lit--sex, slip-ups, singsong delivery and moments of serendipity -- but hardly any of the trappings of the genre. A novel in verse about a bombshell in the city looking for love in all the wrong places (but mostly with all the right intentions), Robbins' poetry is accessible without being hokey. It was only a matter of time before chick lit had its thinking girl's clever alternative, and Suzy Zeus fits the bill.

--Anuj Desai, Vitals Woman

Suzy Zeus Gets Organized, by psychotherapist and collage artist Maggie Robbins, tells in pointed verse about a wild-hearted party girl with radar for the wrong men:

Suzy wants to take him sailing
just to smack him with the boom.
Suzy may just need to leave him
drowning in his elbow room.
Suzy wants to bean him with
The
Book of J by Harold Bloom.

Desperately seeking sex and salvation, Suzy zigzags from Berlin to "deepest Brooklyn," from dance floor to psychiatric ward, from whiskey to holy water, in her heartfelt quest for a better self.

-Cathleen Medwick, O, the Oprah Magazine