Why? One reason might be that this is Penny's fifth book in about four years, alongside a prodigious blogging and speaking and journalistic output, and it's a rare talent that can sustain being spread so thinly. There is something uncannily familiar about a hefty nine-page chunk of the final chapter, devoted to the Hollywood film trope of the kooky, sensitive Manic Pixie Dream Girl: a quick check reveals it's lifted, virtually word for word, from a recent piece she wrote for the New Statesman. It is a great piece, which is why I remembered it. But reprinting it here, with nothing more than an easily overlooked reference in the copyright blurb to parts of the book being "excerpted and extended" from published work, seems frankly to be pushing her luck. The fourth chapter, "Cybersexism", also rings a bell for a reason: it was first published as an ebook last year. And so on. It's fair enough for readers just discovering her, but diehard fans will have a sense of deja vu. Halfway through, I began to wonder if it isn't time Penny took her themes – social change, love and loss, coming of age – and turned them into a properly literary novel, rather than exploring them again in non-fiction.