Review
Praise for ‘…startled by his furry shorts!’
‘It’s an excellent book and I’m dying to know what happens next.’ Sugar
Praise for ‘…then he ate my boy entrancers.’:
'’You'll be falling about laughing at this.' Mizz
‘The only snag about taking this on holiday is that it won’t last long: it will be consumed without a break except for the snorting noises. But it can always be passed on to parents by any youngster who can stand the sound of Vati’s and Mutti’s snorts, or dipped into repeatedly because every line is vair vair funny.’ Sunday Times
Praise for ‘…startled by his furry shorts.’:
‘It’s an excellent book and I’m dying to know what happens next.’ Sugar
Praise for ‘…and that’s when it fell off in my hand.’:
‘Readers will find themselves laughing uncontrollably until their sides hurt, and won’t be able to put the book down.’ Sunday Times
‘Hilarious… [Louise Rennison] is queen of the pink-book pack.’ The Times
Praise for ‘Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging’:
‘Bridget Jones for teenagers – but funnier. Expect Potter-esque queues for the sequel.’ Sunday Telegraph
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From the Back Cover
Oh yes, the hilariosity goes on for one last time. Here it is ... maybe probably ... pants for the memories!
My marvy Luuurve God boyfriend has got the full Humpty Dumpty with me for accidentally twisting with Dave the Laugh.
Which is not actually my fault. I cannot be expected to control my body parts, they pop out unexpectedly and so on.
For instance my lips do ad-hoc puckering up every time Dave the Laugh comes near them, I don't know why.
Ditto jelloid knickers.
Anyway shut up about Dave the Laugh, he has got a GIRLFRIEND.
Not that I care. Or do I?
Oh I don't know, so many boys, so little time ...