When I was 12 years old, my mother bought me this book from Borders (remember Borders?!) because she was fed up of me reading Jacqueline Wilson books back-to-back over-and-over. Quickly, however, she noticed the “not suitable for younger readers” note on the back of the book and told me not to read it until I was older. Of course, a new book was too tempting and I read it in the secrecy of my room by head torch light when I was supposed to be asleep. Two years later when I was 14, we saw the 6th book of the series (The Facts of Life) in Waterstones and my mum deemed me old enough to start reading them.
Ever since, I have read this diary (and the rest of the series) time and time again, ever laughing at the so-mundane-it’s-funny life of Rachel Riley. Since I was 12, this has been one of my all-time favourite books and I recommend it to everyone for light and easy reading that guarantees a good laugh.
It’s relatability is prevalent on so many levels, from her often outlandish and thus unfulfilled Christmas and birthday lists to the struggles she faces with procrastination in exam season and constantly fantasising about being thrown up against a wall by her school-girl crush. I thank the Lord my mother isn’t a serial list writer, imposing bans on everything from Ribena to Channel 4 and whipping out Cillit Bang at the very whisper of a food item with the potential to create a stain.
Rachel’s fantasist obsession reminds me of when I was younger, imagining I was someone other than myself, just as I’m sure every other 13 year old girl would.
If ever you want to take a break from something complex or just need a good laugh, then I fully recommend giving this book (and any of the others in the series) a good read.