Meg Rosoff's first book set a high standard in almost day-to-day magic and whimsy, with added extreme emotional trauma. "Just in Case" continues the trend with just as much magic (preternaturally loquacious babies, Fate as one of the characters, and an imaginary dog that other people can see) but dialled-down emotional trauma. "How I live Now" thrust the heroine into World War Three; "Just in Case" deals with the more mundane life of an ordinary teenage boy, with twin obsessions of how to avoid fate when you're sure he's out to get you, and, of course, sex. The sexual content (mild, but definitely present) makes it more suitable for the teen market than younger readers. Recommended.