From the celebrated author of the non-fiction bestseller Life After Birth, a novel of life as a menopausal mum, and a teenage dirt bag.

Dear Diary It's my 14th birthday tomorrow and I'm going shopping with Mum. I'd rather go with Ruby, Nat, Saskia and Serena but I need her credit card. Mum has put on SOOOOO much weight. If I ever got THAT FAT I'd have to kill myself.And she told me my MY bum looked big!

FROM: SUESENT: Sat 16th June 22:59TO: ANGELA JAMES
Ange Darling - Top Shop is living hell! I spent a fortune on Frankie and she hasn't even said Thank You! Next time I'll give her £100 and be done with it. And now the whole gang are downstairs, screaming and hugging each other in front of a vampire movie. They resemble very noisy bees, swarming into the house, depositing trainers and heading straight for the fridge.Mother-daughter relations come under strain during one particularly dramatic year in the life of the Wilcox family. But two very different versions of the same story emerge: through Sue's emails to her sister, and the inimitable voice of 14-year-old Frankie in her diary. Perhaps they have more in common than meets the eye?