I borrowed it from Grace to read again so I could remind myself what it was all about. I'd forgotten how funny it is. I know it's written by an older woman but she really captures the mind of a fifteen year old perfectly. I found myself thinking "this woman is writing about my life!"

Bits that I found funny:

Wednesday August 26th
11:00am
I have no friends. Not one single friend. No one has rung, no one has come round. Mum and Dad have gone to work, Libby is at playschool. I may as well be dead.

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Saturday September 5th
10:30am
Lalalalala. Life is so fab. Lalala. I even managed to put mascara on without sticking the brush in my eye. Also I tried out my new lipliner and I think the effect definitely makes my nose look smaller. In a rare moment I shared my nose anxiety with Mum. She said, "We used to use 'shaders'. You know, light highlights and darker bits to create shadow - you could put a light line of foundation down the middle and then darker bits at the sides to sort of narrow it down."
Wrong answer, Mum, the correct answer is, "You are gorgeous, Georgia, and there is nothing wrong with your nose."
I didn't say that, I didn't give her the satisfaction. Instead I said, through some toast so I could deny it if I had to, "Mum, I don't want to look like you and your friends did, I've seen photos and no one wants to look like Abba anymore."

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Saturday September 5th
7:00pm
I am still in a state of shock. I have just met Mr Gorgeous. And he is Tom's brother. And he is gorgeous. He saw me with my mouth open. But fortunately, not without eyebrows. Oh God! Quick, nurse, the screens!

7:05
I tried opening my mouth in the mirror like I imagined it looked like in the shop. It doesn't make me look very intelligent but it also doesn't make my nose look any bigger, which is a plus (of sorts).

1:00am
I wonder how old he is? I must become more mature quickly. I'll start tomorrow.

Why do I find it funny? I have no idea. I was just in stitches reading it.

Maya xx