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Rachel is bored. There's just not enough excitement in her life. She has not been blessed with an alcoholic mum or an absent dad and her boring, ordinary lifestyle is right in the middle of the spectrum, a long way from both foster-care-chic and the nouveau-riche lavish lifestyle of the dubious people next door. Her best friend may have a sexpert mum and a gynaecologist dad, but poor Rachel's parents do nothing so glamorous. She lives in a nice house on a nice street and goes to a nice school where she has nice friends. Eugh. Why can't her life be more like a soap opera, or at the very least like a [[Jacqueline Wilson]] book?
Rachel is, however, really, really likablelikeable, funny and observant and anyone who can put down "get period" as a new year's resolution gets points for gumption in my book. '' My So Called Life'', which is her diary, let's you follow the year in her life when things finally start getting interesting. She still can't get best-boy-bud Sad Ed out of the closet so they can start their gay-boy/stylish-girl life Will and Grace stylee, but by New Year's Eve as the book ends, she has loved and lost, been both abroad and to Cornwall (which was probably more foreign), acquired a cradle robbing grandparent and forged a new, unlikely relationship with the council estate chavs, not to mention the fact that Jesus is now in her life. Her mother's list of things-banned from the house is ever-increasing (Ribena (too purple), East Enders (too common) and The OC (too unrealistic) are just three of the inclusions) but nonetheless, things, as they say, are looking up.
''Sunday 26.