Maybe it's just my age, but I found this book a bit difficult to handle. Janet seems to have written over 200 pages of pure groaning agony. I get that the book is supposed to be a diary, and therefore requires that the writing be sympathetic to the narrator and not require a sense of self-awareness from this narrator, BUT there were several instances in the story where I found myself wholeheartedly disagreeing with Janet's choices and commentary. When I read a book, I expect to become sympathetic to the main character, therefore latching me onto the story. However, I found Janet difficult to like. I read the predecessor to this novel when I was about 12 or 14, therefore making the characters far more appropriate for my age. I stumbled across this sequel at age 24, giving me a very different perspective on the woes of a 17 year old girl. I don't necessarily think that the writing is bad... I happen to think Janet has a very strong, well-defined personality (trés true) and the others characters in the story are "v" interesting. I just didn't like the 200 pages of "woe is me" when I didn't really think there was so much woe. I guess everyone is a little blind to their own problems being quite small, sometimes even blessings. Janet seemed incredibly self-absorbed, yet the lack of attention and understanding she gets from her friends and family is somehow all based on what their issue is, not what hers are. Truly, this novel sounds like something a 10-15 year old could read and get something great out of. At my age though, I think this was a difficult book for me to rate fairly. It was still a very fun and quick, and I do recommend reading it, but maybe before you graduate high school. Fun note: If you love novels with tons of British lingo you will probably love Janet's writing. I always get excited when I read words like chuffed, blokes, crisps, dosh, and loo, etc.... so entirely un-American.