My Life Is a Toilet

This is the tale of 15 year old Fleur Trotter. It starts with a bad haircut and the sort of unattractive boy who makes mould look exciting, and ends with the usual love, death, flood, fire, fortune telling and bust development.
‘Without doubt the most honest and hilarious account of adolescent agony since The Bible.’ – Fleur Trotter
‘Lies’ – Fleur’s mother
‘If Fleur gets this published she’ll be up for adoption’ – Fleur’s father
‘Fleur sucks. Who cares what she does!’ – Miss Priss and Bum Face (Fleur’s sisters)