Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging, by Louise Rennison
I was forced to read Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging for a library school class. The narrator is a teenage girl, so there’s a lot of talk about clothing and boys and high school chums. Yeech!
Imagine my surprise when I started liking it anyway.
…and then imagine my embarassment when I began screeching like a hyena in a crowded coffee shop. This book goes beyond the realm of laugh-out-loud and into hyperventilate-till-they-call-for-an-ambulance.
Despite not caring for chick lit or teen girl stories, I couldn’t help liking the narrator. British (and therefore funny) teenager Georgia Nicolson records her life in diary form with a droll, dry sense of humor. For example:
“I wonder if I have got enough friends? I worry that if British Telecom asks me for ten friends and family for my list of cheap calls, I would have to count the astrological phone line for Librans, which I ring more often than not.”
“Overslept and had to race to get a lift to Jas’s with my dad. No time for yoga or makeup. Oh well, I’ll start tomorrow. God alone knows how the Dalai Lama copes on a daily basis. He must get up at dawn. Actually, I read somewhere that he does get up at dawn.”
The diary entries move the book along at a good clip. It won a Printz Award, and if you like it, you can read the subsequent books in the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series.
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