By Louise Rennison
Angus: My mixed-breed cat, part family tabby, part Scottish wildcat. the dimensions of a small Labrador, merely mad. loves to stalk Mr. and Mrs. subsequent Door's poodle. I used to pull him round on a lead, yet, as I defined to Mrs. round the corner, he ate it.Thongs: silly undies worn by way of previous Swotty Knickers, Lindsay what is the element of them, besides? they only move up your bum, so far as i will be able to tell.Full-Frontal Snogging: Kissing with the trappings, lip to lip, open mouth, tongues...everything (apart from dribble, which is rarely acceptable). As taught to me by means of a certified snogger.In this wildly humorous magazine of a 12 months within the lifetime of Georgia Nicolson, British writer Louise Rennison has completely captured the hovering joys and bottomless angust if being undefined. within the spirit of Bridget Jones' Diary, this clean, irreverent, and easily hilarious ebook will go away you guffawing out loud. As Georgia could say, it is "Fabbity fab fab!" Books for the teenager Age 2001 (NYPL), Books for early life Editor's selection 2000 (Booklist), best 10 early life First Novels 2000(Booklist), 2001 Michael L. Printz Honor booklet, 2001 most sensible Books for teenagers (ALA), and 2001 quickly choices for Reluctant younger Readers (ALA)
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M. Boring day at school, then home to my even more boring home life. I wanted to debrief with Jas but she had to go to the dentist. Jackie and Alison’s proposed extravaganza was put off this lunchtime, thank the Lord. The message got passed along at assembly that Jackie was off sick. She has started taking sickies very early on in term. Anyway, we are spared whatever they had in mind for a few days. I think they take drugs. Horse tranquilizers, probably. m. Absolutely no sign of SG. However, I have found out some gossip because Katie Steadman’s parents know SG’s parents from some naff card club the really old go to.
She sort of hid behind the door. I must be nicer. I start out being nice and then it’s like someone else takes over. Am I schizophrenic as well as a lesbian? m. Jas phoned. She wants me to help her with part two of her plan to get Tom. The plan is subtle. Jas and I will pass by Jennings’, and as we pass the door I will pause and then say, “Oh, Jas, I just remembered I said I’d get some apples. ” Then I go into the shop and buy the apples. Jas stands behind me looking attractively casual. I smile as Tom hands over the grannies (Granny Smiths) and then— and here is the master-stroke (or actually, as it was my idea, the mistress-stroke)—I say, “School in two days.
Then she started again. ” Honestly, we could be here all night. I said, “Jas, I DON’T KNOW. ” She stopped chewing then. ” So I was firm but fair. “It’s up to you, Jas, but I know what Sharon Stone would do. m. Same bat time. Same bat place. m. Jas called. She wants to launch Operation Get Tom. We’re going to go to Costa’s for more detailed planning. m. LaIalalala. Life is so fab. Lalala. I even managed to put mascara on without sticking the brush in my eye. Also I tried out my new Iipliner and I think the effect definitely makes my nose look smaller.
Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging: Confessions of Georgia Nicolson by Louise Rennison