The Wrong Boy by Willy Russell
While reading this book, I was so amused that I had a fit of hysterical laughter while in the car with my family, who were all momentarily worried that I was having a seizure. The best thing about this book is that it’s brilliant, so easy to read, and hilarious. The bad thing is that the funny bits, out of context, sound a) not funny and b) quite offensive. So when you read it and laugh and somebody asks, ‘hey, what’s so funny?’, you might just want to tell them that one of the characters fell over. The other option would be to tell them what you are actually laughing at, and you will receive a blank stare, and possibly one less friend. I’m not going to quote any of it here: I’m just going to recommend that you read it yourself.