So. A hedonistic weekend seen through the eyes of Juno, your archetypal 1995 Camden girl: she moonlights for a rcord company, she goes to gigs, clubs and parties, and gets involved in the kind of dramas only your mates or EastEnders can inflict on you. Beach reading for Ibiza, you might say - but hold on. In amongst the exaggeration of Britpop-era living and copious narcotic dependance, Jane Owen manages to pretty much nail the atmosphere and diversity of a girls' night out, the daft stuff we talk about, thinking its oh so relevant at the time, and the way we degrade men absolutely whilst still being sufficiently obsessed by them to talk about them incessantly. This is all related in a stream of consciousness, unrelenting tumult which suits the coke-addled content completely - who thinks in nicely punctuated sentences at 1am on a Saturday morning afterall? There are enough issues throughout the weekend to make you think for a full week, and its really like a docusoap look into a relatively average girl's weekend: some bits are a bit overegged obviously, but if it was on telly you'd probably watch it. Makes for a not bad read, then, if you're looking for something a bit different from your implausible Jackie Collins tosh.