My Side of the Story (Bloomsbury)
The horror, uncertainty and exasperation of being a teenager are supposed to be character-building. And so the horror of coming out, the uncertainty of running away to Brighton on a binge of pills and powder, and the exasperation at realising his first shag is a web designer should set young protagonist Jarold in good stead for life.
Davis’ coming-of-age debut cares little about character, however, or indeed plot and style. Donning the persona of a yoof is a poor excuse for bad writing, and resorting to a text message language devoid of vowels and an irritating habit of abbreviating swearwords is duff on the ear. Amid the selfish ramblings of a hyperactive teenager, the book’s surface engagement with depression is worryingly casual.