Jacqueline Wilson is so good at telling the stories of ordinary kids, kids her readers can relate to and want to know. Her writing style is so simple that her books may not appear extraordinary--but there is a lot going on beneath the surface and the ease at which we are drawn into her characters lives shows, at second glance, just how good she is.This book is technically, I suppose, a problem novel. The issue: homosexuality. But the story never feels like it's teaching or taking a stand or issue-driven. Instead it's character driven--my heart ached for these characters and I kept reading all day (I could hardly put it down! Really unusual I think for a quiet, domestic book like this.) to find out about what would happen to them. Truly, my respect for Wilson grows with each book I read.