I have not put my copy down since I received it. How could I, when reading this book is like reading about my life (except for the growing up in South London bit)? From the collecting of scented rubbers (erasers) and reading Judy Blume's Forever under cover of darkness where your mum can't find you, to the hideousness of being a spotty greasy teenage girl in a veritable sea of slender blonde nymphs, this book rings so true it's still painful. But rather than poking fun and making you feel even worse about yourself, Mangan makes it clear that she has been there- is stillthere even- and is rather like a good girlfriend who makes the best of a bad situation by finding the humour in it. I found myself having to stifle laughter when reading on public transport, in much the same way as I did when I first read Bridget Jones' Diary. I found half-forgotten memories of teenage fumbles and bad dates coming back to me. I found the accuracy of 'A Day in the Life' of a cohabiting couple was so cringingly hilarious that I had to put the book down for an hour.It really is a great read, not least because at the end of it you feel you have finally laid to rest all your girlish anxieties and are just bloody glad that you are no longer the spotty greasy awkward teenager.
Do read it. It really will make you smile.