In the latest instalment in the hilarious confessions of Georgia Nicolson, following on from Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging
and It's OK I'm wearing Really Big Knickers
, Georgia is now totally in love with Sex God (SG) and has changed her address to Snogging HeadQuarters, Snogging Lane, Snoggington on account of all the lip-action she is getting these days. But her love is tested when she is dragged off to Scotland for a week to a cottage so remote that the only entertainment is hanging around the local Alldays supermarket, a situation made worse by the fact that SG has a big gig coming up and it looks as though the band have a record contract just within their grasp, leaving poor Georgia something of a "pop widow".
Consequently, just when she thinks she has her life sussed out, up rears temptation in the form of old flame, Laughing Dave. A quick snog rekindles some old desires and before long, her head is in teenage turmoil. Meanwhile, Angus, her psychotic cat who has been lusting after the cat across the road (despite the best efforts of Georgia's father and the rather boring, rather cross neighbours) suddenly finds himself in a bit of a dilemma too as his animal passion is threatened by a quick visit to the vet...
By the third instalment the divine Georgia's diary could easily have all become a bit too familiar, but Louise Rennison still comes up with the goods, producing another fresh, side-splitting adventure for her hapless heroine. The dialogue is spot on and her relationships with friends, family, ex-boyfriends and pets are perfectly drawn. Support characters get a lot more page time here than in the first two books, and this adds to the pleasure--baby sister Libby who, at her halloween party, concusses her small guests with a pumpkin lantern is a particular joy, as is Georgia' dappy best friend, who is seemingly oblivious to her mate's teenage angst, yet always comes through in the end.
Georgia's adventure's are consistently touching, warm, funny and real, and make for perfect teen reading. As Georgia would say, you will laugh like a loon on loon tablets!- Age 11 and over. --Jonathan Weir
'Highlights the agonies and ecstasies of the teenage years with precision wit' - The Sunday Telegraph
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