You know you've got a page-turner when you can't bear to put it down when you go to make cuppa! I had recollections of my dear Poppa telling people I always had my nose in a book when I was little; this prompted memory is of course the reason I had tears down my face.

Okay so it wasn't.

When I Was Invisible, like Dorothy Koomson's Goodnight Beautiful, had me crying; not to the same extent obviously, but nonetheless tears were shed.

This is, as Koomson's previous novels, utterly beautifully written. She manages to craft the characters of Roni and Nika so wonderfully that I was totally and utterly hooked and invested in them both. I really cared about them and what happened to them. It wasn't just the two of them though, all the characters are given the same care, from Reese to Mrs Daneaux, so I felt like I shared the same sort of relationship with them as Nika and Roni did.

Koomson gives a note at the beginning that this book contains a storyline which may be triggering, and I think that is a fair statement to make. It doesn't shy away from the subject, though not in a graphic way, more in an emotional manner and the ramifications such events have on a person's life and how they see themselves. It is hard to understand how some people react to the knowledge of what is happening and I can only hope that things would be much more different now than they were when it happened in the storyline of this book. It's quite hard to skirt around this without giving too much away, but I wouldn't want to spoil it for anyone so I hope you forgive me.

At the beginning I did have to flick back to check which of the girls were narrating, but I don't feel like this put me out too much to be irritating. Certainly once I got further into the novel I suffered no such problem. I understood why each of the girls made the choices they did, and so how they ended up running away from not only their past but also the possibilities of their potential.

I really enjoyed When I Was Invisible and I'm glad it jumped to the top of the must-read next pile. I'm already eagerly anticipating Dorothy Koomson's next book; obviously in a no-pressure kind of way!