This is just one of those novels. Those novels which doesn’t have much of a story line but a whole load of substance. One of those novels that encapsulates you and reminds you of all these little pieces of you you’d almost forgotten. It’s a novel that most young women will be able to relate back to. It is so beautifully well written that you begin to forget that you’re reading at all and just fully escape into it for a while. It’s The Bell Jar meets My Mad Fat Diary with an ever so slight sprinkle of Mr Grey. Moran may not have proven herself the feminist icon some make her out to be but I’m more than excited to read her other best selling novel How to Be a Woman.