Brilliantly funny teenage angst author Louise Rennison's fabby third book on the confessions of crazy but lovable Georgia Nicolson. Now repackaged in a gorgeous new paperback and guaranteed to have the nation laughing their knickers off!
Jas said, "Well, what happened?"
And I said, "Well, it was beyond marvy. We talked and snogged and then he made me a sandwich and we snogged and then he played me a record and then we snogged."
"So it was like..."
"Yeah... a snogging fest."
Jas looked like she was thinking which is a) unusual and b) scary.
I said, "But then this weird thing happened. He had his hands on my waist, standing behind me."
"D-accord. Anyway, I turned round and he sort of leaped out of the way like two short leaping things."
"Was he dancing?"
"No... I think he was frightened of being knocked out by my nunga-nungas..."
Then we both laughed like loons on loon tablets (i.e. A LOT).
Louise Rennison lives in Brighton, a place that she likes to think of as the San Francisco of the south coast. Which is sad as it is nothing like San Francisco, being mainly pebbles and large people in tiny swimming knickers who have gone bright red in the sun. Although she lives in Brighton in reality, in her mind she lives somewhere exotic with a manservant called Juan.