'I ask my students,' the saxophone teacher says, 'is your life a gift worth giving? Your normal, vanilla-flavoured life, your two-minute noodles after school, your television until ten, your candles on the dresser and facewash on the sink?' She smiles and shakes her head. 'Of course it isn't, and the reason for that is that they simply haven't suffered enough to be worth listening to.'It took a couple of goes to get beyond the first 8 pages, but I really enjoyed this semi-experimental novel. It mixes up the story of a scandal at a semi-posh girls' school and a drama school play about the incident. The scenes at the girls' school or from the play about it were the most compelling for me: there were some brilliant characterisations. I was far less interested in the chapters that focused on the drama school audition and training process,