When Elizabeth (nicknamed Daisy for some reason) is forced to move to the dismal and bland British countryside from her glimmering concrete jungle by her father and much-more-than-wicked step-mother, she finds herself discovering friendship, love and hate. She discovers her family's bizarre ways and finds how she actually loves them for it, from the littlest things to biggest, funniest things. But that summer she learnt many things, things she and her family had forgotten, and she'll never live like she use to...

Painfully honest and brutal, this is a book of love, harm and hurt, though equally one of war and recovery; how some people can not recover, and some can. I feel that war is sometimes taken lightly and not noticed, though it is on-going all around us, and I saw this in Meg's book. The book shows how the children are obscured from everything surrounding them, how the press and people of the town try not to speak of the things going on and just carry on with their lives when there are people around them dying, literally with dead bodies lying all over the floor.

Another brilliant thing that is highlighted in this book is love, and of how it is not always all happy, lovey-dovey and fantastic, but that it causes hurt and pain. True love, however, we see can endure anything, which is displayed so well in this book; it shows how one person's love can mend another heart, but also just as easily break it.

I was so disappointed when I reached the end of the book, as it didn't provide a very detailed conclusion; it seemed rushed and pathetic. I think that there should have been a more detailed ending and this is what is bad about this book.

In conclusion, I would give this book a 7/10 for the fact it was a strong piece of literature, in my opinion, but I will be forever disappointed by the ending.

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