Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging
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| Book: | Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging: Confessions of Georgia Nicolson |
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| Author: | Louise Rennison |
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| Publisher: | HarperCollins |
Thongs: Stupid underwear worn by old Swotty Knickers, Lindsay What’s the point of them, anyway? They just go up your bum, as far as I can tell.
Full-Frontal Snogging: Kissing with the trimmings, lip to lip, open mouth, tongues…everything (apart from dribble, which is never acceptable). As taught to me by a professional snogger.
In this wildly funny journal of a year in the life of Georgia Nicolson, British author Louise Rennison has perfectly captured the soaring joys and bottomless angust if being a teenager. In the spirit of Bridget Jones’ Diary, this fresh, irreverent, and simply hilarious book will leave you laughing out loud. As Georgia would say, it’s “Fabbity fab fab!”
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Reviews
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She has a precocious 3-year-old sister who tends to leave wet nappies at the foot of her bed, an insane cat who is prone to leg-shredding “Call of the Wild” episodes, and embarrassing parents who make her want to escape to Stonehenge and dance with the Druids. No wonder 14-year-old Georgia Nicolson laments, “Honestly, what is the point?” A Bridget Jones for the younger set, Georgia records the momentous events of her life—and they are all momentous—in her diary, which serves as a truly hilarious account of what it means to be a modern girl on the cusp of womanhood. No matter that her particular story takes place in England, the account of her experiences rings true across the ocean (and besides, “Georgia’s Glossary” swiftly eradicates any language barriers).
The author, Louise Rennison, is a British comedy writer and it shows. Whether Georgia is dealing with wearing a bra (“OK, it’s a bit on the loose side and does ride up round my neck if I run for the bus”), pondering kissing and how to know which way to turn your head (“You don’t want to be bobbing around like pigeons for hours”), or managing the results of an overzealous eyebrow-plucking episode (“Obviously, now I have to stay in forever”), she always cracks us up. Georgia struggles with the myriad issues facing teen girls—boys, of course being at the forefront—but she does it with such humor and honesty it almost seems like a good time. This refreshingly funny book is ripe for a sequel, which readers will await in droves. (Ages 11 and older). —Brangien Davis
