This book is pretty much what Bridget Jones would have been like in school, although less charismatic in my opinion.
It was okay. It was a pretty quick read, but for me it wasn’t entertaining or insightful. It’s a pretty run of the mill tween book filled with fat shaming, jokes about suicide, homophobia, and girls tearing other girls down to get the boy.
The only redeeming thing about this book was Libby and Angus. I want either of them to somehow write a diary. I’d read that for sure.
Overall, this was an alright read, but I prefer books for young readers that actually have a message of some sort.