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Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging: Confessions of Georgia Nicolson (Paperback)
by Louise Rennison
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Author: Louise Rennison
Publisher: Avon
Pub. in: January, 2003
ISBN: 0060521848
Pages: 256
Measurements: 6.5 x 4.2 x 0.8 inches
Origin of product: USA
Order code: BC00334
Other information: ISBN-13: 978-0060521844
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- Awards & Credential -
"It's Bridget Jones for teenagaers - but funnier. Expect Potter-esque queues for the sequel." - The Sunday Telegraph |
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If ever there was a book that matched the hilarity and wittiness of Bridget Jones, this is it! And even if you are an old lady, like me, you can appreciate the teenage antics and woes of Georgia Nicolson. After all, we've been there, done that...
Fourteen-year-old Georgia Nicolson is just like any other her age although she doesn't always see that. She thinks she's ugly, has no boyfriend potential, and believes her parents are a little (or a lot!) on the naff side. Well, what teenager HASN'T thought this! Reading this book is like having a reunion with myself. I was Georgia about 13 years ago and acted much in the same way. And author Louise Rennison was Georgia's age at one time, too, which is undoubtedly the reason Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging is pin-point accurate.
The humor, which spurs big bouts of fall-off-your-seat laughter, is this book's best asset, especially if you're in the mood to laugh. Georgia's 3-year-old sister, Libby, is too cute for words, and if you are a cat fanatic, you will most likely enjoy Angus the Scottish wildcat, who plays a sizable role in the story. A very quick book to get through, written in an easy-to-read diary format, complete with a handy British slang glossary in the back. Must read this novel - it'll take a few years off you, make you smile, and have you wishing you were 14 again if only for one day. Kudos, Louise Rennison!
(From quoting Dianna Johnston, USA)
Target readers:
Teens, young adults.
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Louise Rennison is the bestselling and award-winning author of the angst-filled Confessions of Georgia Nicolson. Louise lives in Brighton, the San Francisco of England (apart from the sun, Americans, the Golden Gate Bridge, and earthquakes).
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From Publishers Weekly
British writer Rennison's subject matter may be the stuff of Bridget Jones's Diary, but the wit and bite of her delivery shares more in common with Monty Python. In a spectacular YA debut (Rennison is a comedy writer and columnist), the author creates a winning protagonist in the persona of 14-year-old Georgia Nicolson, whose wry observations and self-deprecating humor covers everything from prudish parents and bed-wetting three-year-old siblings to errant cat behavior and kissing (aka snogging) lessons. Teens will discover that nothing is sacred here (e.g., "Talking of breasts, I'm worried that I may end up like the rest of the women in my family, with just the one bust, like a sort of shelf affair"). Rennison exquisitely captures the fine art of the adolescent ability to turn chaos into stand-up comedy. For instance, when Georgia's father finds a new job in New Zealand, the teen says she's already formed her opinion of the country based on the TV show Neighbours; when her mother says, "Well, that's set in Australia," Georgia thinks, "What is this, a family crisis or a geography test?" Written as diary entries, the novel flouts the conceit, as when Georgia reports on a tennis match that she's playing concurrently ("I fall to my knees like McEnroe and the crowd is going mad"). The author bio indicates that Rennison is working on two more Georgia books; readers can only hope this heroine will keep them laughing all the way through high school. Ages 12-up.
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Sunday August 23 rd
my bedroom
raining
10.00 am
Dad had Uncle Eddie round so naturally they had to come and nose around and see what I was up to. If Uncle Eddie (who is bald as a coot -- two coots, in fact) says to me one more time, "Should bald heads be buttered?" I may kill myself. He doesn't seem to realize that I no longer wear romper-suits. I feel like yelling at him, "I am fourteen years old, Uncle Eddie! I am bursting with womanhood, I wear a bra! OK, it's a bit on the loose side and does ride up round my neck I if run for the bus "but the womanly potential is there, you bald coot!"
Talking of breasts, I'm worried that I may end up like the rest of the women in my family, with just the one bust, like a sort of shelf affair. Mum can balance things on hers when her hands are full--at parties, and so on, she can have a sandwich and drink and save a snack for later by putting it on her shelf. It's very unattractive. I would like a proper amount of breastiness but not go too far with it, like Melanie Andrews, for instance. I got the most awful shock in the showers after hockey last term. Her bra looks like two shopping bags. I suspect she is a bit unbalanced hormonally. She certainly is when she tries to run for the ball. I thought she'd run right through the fence with the momentum of her bosoomers' as Jas so amusingly calls them.
still in my room
still raining
still Sunday
11.30 am
I don't see why I can't have a lock on my bedroom door. I have no privacy; it's like Noel's House Party' in my room. Every time I suggest anything around this place people start shaking their heads and tutting. It's like living in a house full of chickens dressed in frocks and trousers. Or a house full of those nodding dogs, anyway I can't have a lock on my door is the short and short of it.
"Why not?" I asked Mum reasonably (catching her in one of the rare minutes when she's not at Italian evening class or at another party).
"Because you might have an accident and we couldn't get in," she said.
"An accident like what?" I persisted.
"Well you might faint," she said.
Then Dad joined in, "You might set fire to your bed and be overcome with fumes."
What is the matter with people? I know why they don't want me to have a lock on my door, it's because it would be a first sign of my path to adulthood and they can't bear the idea of that because it would mean they might have to get on with their own lives and leave me alone.
still Sunday
11.35 am
There are six things very wrong with my life:
I have one of those under-the-skin spots that will never come to a head but lurk in a red way for the next two years.It is on my nose.I have a three-year-old sister who may have peed somewhere in my room.In fourteen days the summer hols will be over and then it will be back to Stalag 14 and Oberfuhrer Frau Simpson and her bunch of sadistic teachers.I am very ugly and need to go into an ugly home.I went to a party dressed as a stuffed olive.
11.40 am
OK, that's it. I'm turning over a new leaf. I found an article in Mum's Cosmo about how to be happy if you are very unhappy (which I am). The article is called 'Emotional confidence'. What you have to do is Recall 'Experience' and HEAL. So you think of a painful incident and you remember all the ghastly detail of it … this is the Recall bit, then you experience the emotions and acknowledge them and then you JUST LET GO.
2.00 pm
Uncle Eddie has gone, thank the Lord. He actually asked me if I'd like to ride in the sidecar on his motorbike. Are all adults from Planet Xenon? What should I have said? "Yes, certainly, Uncle Eddie, I would like to go in your per-war sidecar and with a bit of luck all my friends will see me with some mad, bald bloke and that will be the end of my life. Thank you."
4.00 pm
Jas came round. She said it took her ages to get out of her catsuit after the fancy dress party. I wasn't very interested but I asked her why out of politeness.
She said, "Well, the boy behind the counter in the hire shop was really good-looking."
"Yes, so?"
"Well, so I lied about my size--I got a size ten catsuit instead of twelve."
She showed me the marks around her neck and waist; they are quite deep. I said, "Your head looks a bit swollen up."
"No, that's just Sunday."
I told her about the Cosmo article and so we spent a few hours recalling the fancy dress party (i.e. the painful incident) and experiencing the emotions in order to heal them.
I blame Jas entirely. It may have been my idea to go as a stuffed olive but she didn't stop me like a pal should do. In fact, she encouraged me. We made the stuffed olive costume out of chicken wire and green crepe paper--that was for the 'olive' bit. It had little shoulder straps to keep it up and I wore a green T-shirt and green tights underneath. It was the 'stuffed' bit that Jas helped with mostly.
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Denise Bentley (MSL quote) , USA
<2007-02-15 00:00>
Georgia Nicolson is 14 years old and right in the throws of everything a teenager holds sacred. As we experience life through her eyes we are brought back to a time that was simple yet complicated. However can that be you ask? Just lose yourself in this enjoyable piece of fiction for a day and you will find yourself laughing out loud and looking for someone to share the many hysterical bits of Georgia's life.
She has a cat that is big enough to stalk and eat the poodle next door and a three-year-old sister that smells a bit "hamsterish". She is in need of a first kiss and is learning from Peter who gives free kissing lessons to anyone who knocks on his front door before his mom gets home at 6:30. Georgia will charm you from the first sentence when she introduces you to her Uncle Eddie who is as "bald as a coot" and can't pass up a chance to ask her, "Should bald heads be buttered?". The scenarios are endless as well as hilarious. This is a wonderful light and quick read when you just want to have a laugh and remember how it was to be a teenager.
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A reader (MSL quote), USA
<2007-02-15 00:00>
I don't think I would have ever found this book, let alone picked it up had it not been for several members of my online book club. Georgia Nicolson is a delightful character, who takes us along for quite a ride in her personal journal. This book can easily be likened to a "Bridget Jones' Diary" for teenage girls.
I found myself laughing out loud many times throughout the book... I'm sure as adults we can all remember back to our early teenage years when we thought our parents were so embarrassing. Reading what Georgia thought was reminiscent of how I felt at her age. Rennison does an excellent job of writing with all the angst of a teenage girl. Her description of thong underwear and the point of them had me in hysterics!
I am greatly looking forward to reading "On The Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God!" Rennison is definitely an author to be watched!
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Denise Bentley (MSL quote), USA
<2007-02-15 00:00>
Georgia Nicolson is 14 years old and right in the throws of everything a teenager holds sacred. As we experience life through her eyes we are brought back to a time that was simple yet complicated. However can that be you ask? Just lose yourself in this enjoyable piece of fiction for a day and you will find yourself laughing out loud and looking for someone to share the many hysterical bits of Georgia’s life.
She has a cat that is big enough to stalk and eat the poodle next door, and a three-year-old sister that smells a bit “hamsterish”. She is in need of a first kiss and is learning from Peter who gives free kissing lessons to anyone who knocks on his front door before his mom gets home at 6:30. Georgia will charm you from the first sentence when she introduces you to her Uncle Eddie who is as “bald as a coot” and can’t pass up a chance to ask her “Should bald heads be buttered?”. The scenarios are endless as well as hilarious. This is a wonderful light and quick read when you just want to have a laugh and remember how it was to be a teenager.
This book is for ages 12 and up...
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Rebecca Herman (MSL quote), USA
<2007-02-15 00:00>
Fourteen-year-old Georgia feels like there's nothing going right in her life. Her father announces that the family may have to move to New Zealand, where he's found a new job. Of course, Georgia doesn't want to leave England, where all her friends are. She has a huge crush on a boy named Robbie - who doesn't seem to like Georgia back, but is dating her worst enemy. Plus her little sister can be extremely annoying and she thinks her mom might be having an affair with a repairman, school is nightmare, and there's the matter of her huge, horrible nose. This was a hilarious book about in a year in the life of Georgia, a British girl who manages to do everything wrong and nothing right. I can't wait to read the sequel.
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