What it says on the back of the book

"Here I was, 15 years old, long legs, shiny hair, staight teeth ... and, sad to admit, installed on the sofa at home."

It's Saturday night.
Marie SHOULD be out on a hot date.
OR on the town with the girls.
But NOT stuck in front of the telly.
FED UP? That is an understatement.
But then ... AT LAST ... the phone rings.
And it's a CUTE boy calling.
Could this be her lucky WRONG NUMBER?