Jacqueline Wilson, Girls in TearsIt’s good, of course. Dad’s always been great at painting, though he hasn’t worked properly on anything for ages. He’s painted himself with almost painful precision, putting in every line and grey hair. He’s emphasised his sagging tummy, his hunched stance, his worn old shoes.

In the portrait he’s standing at his easel, painting. He’s gazing intently at the picture on the easel. This is a portrait of a very different Dad. He looks much younger, with a trimmed beard and trendy haircut, a flat stomach and stylish black clothes. He seems to be at some art exhibition. Maybe it’s his own private view. He’s surrounded by admirers. There’s Anna, there’s me and Eggs, there’s a whole flock of pretty leggy girls raising their glasses of champagne to him, there are older men in suits writing in their cheque books, paying a fortune for each painting.

“Oh, Dad,” I say softly.

This is the fourth book in the “Girls in Love” series and fourteen-year-olds Ellie, Nadine and Magda spend most of it crying. Tears of sadness, loneliness, joy, despair and the general rollercoaster of emotions that is female puberty. The three of them seem to spend the whole time falling out with each other and having boyfriend trouble; Ellie’s family seems to be falling apart; and Magda has killed her hamster.

PS There is a happy ending, with tears.

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I have so many Jacqueline Wilson books I’ve lost count, and this is one of them.