Em and the Unicorns Emily, Em to her friends, was fourteen. Which obviously meant that, despite what her mother might tell her, she knew everything. Of course she knew what was the best time for her to go to bed, and who she should be allowed to spend time with. It was so unreal that mum even thought she could comprehend what it was like to be fourteen, seriously. And how could anyone not think that old Mrs Arrowthwaite,...