Anyone who deals with 14 year olds on a regular basis will sigh at the idea of reading about them as well and this novel, by a writer who is herself barely out of her teens, crawls right into the woodpile, so be warned. The prose is pedestrian, the dialogue peppered by the sort of pointless and fluent obscenity which nowadays passes for street wisdom; the plot hinges on a non incident blown out of all proportion by the central characters, an unpalatable bunch of schoolgirls; the story ends on a note of know it all condescension which is both unlikely and unpleasant; in short, it is precisely what you would expect from an 18 year old writing about 14 year olds. Call me cynical, but I don't think it's going to change my life.
