What's an early 90s teenager to do when she embarrasses herself on national telly by reading a way sappy poem about her dog then cracking awful Scooby-Doo Jokes? Hit CTRL-ALT-DEL on your DOS machine and rebuild yourself as the foul-mouthed, chain smokin', gin drinkin', black eye-liner encrusted, up for anything Dolly Wilde. Fake it till you make it right?

Through a series of ballsy ass moves, Dolly Wilde is able to land a job at a indie music 'zine trashing local bands, lose her virginity, and make a bit of money to help her on-the-dole family. But, what happens when you learn that the girl you built isn't making you happy?

Super fantastic and chock full of witty British-isms I could only dream about being cool enough to say. I also wish I was cool enough to understand all the 90s era British grunge music and British pop culture references.

Moran's style is hyper-kinetic, almost stream of conscious, and I loved how blunt she was about the trials and tribulations (and extreme awkwardness) of masturbation, sex, and relationships. I also adored that Moran didn't make her main character focused on finding love. Very refreshing.

Highly recommend.