Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging ~ Louise Rennison

Angus:
My mixed-breed cat, half domestic tabby, half Scottish wildcat. The size of a small Labrador, only mad.

Thongs:
Stupid underwear. What’s the point of them, anyway? They just go up your bum, as far as I can tell.

Full-Frontal Snogging:
Kissing with all the trimmings, lip to lip, open mouth, tongues … everything.

Her dad’s got the mentality of a Teletubby (only not so developed). Her cat, Angus, is trying to eat the poodle next door. And her best friend thinks she looks like an alien — just because she accidentally shaved off her eyebrows. Ergghhhlack. Still, add a little boy-stalking, teacher-baiting, and full-frontal snogging with a Sex God, and Georgia’s year just might turn out to be the most fabbitty fab fab ever!

I’m pretty positive that in the short time I religiously kept a journal during my school years I was never as funny as Georgia Nicolson. Not even close. I’ve also come to realize that those blurbs on the cover? Sometimes you really need to pay attention to them because when USA Today said “Hilarious!,” they meant it.

Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging was a substitute read, a pinch hitter, I guess you could say. I was laboring through a book for my course and it was just taking too long; I had a few other options, and this one happened to be in the library when I needed it to be. Know what kind of difference it made? It took me a week to read exactly 32 pages of that other one, but this one? Two and half hours, tops. It was a quiet morning yesterday, just me and my pup, and my laughter punctuating the turning of the pages.

Here’s the set-up: Georgia’s obsessed with boys, her bra size, and smiling without spreading her nose. To help her best friend land the boy she’s crushing on, Georgia goes into the grocery he works at to do some reconnaissance. And while she’s chatting him up, he comes out…the Sex God, Robbie. From there, well, things like this happen…

He smiled again. He was dreamy when he smiled. Then he bent down to Libby who, true to form, gave him one of her scary “I am a crazy child” looks. She said, “I am the Queen,” and he said, “Are you?” (Ooohhh, he’s so lovely to children.)

Then Libby said, “Yes, I am the Queen and Georgia did a big poo this morning.”

I couldn’t believe it. He could not believe it. Nobody could believe it. It was unbelievable, that’s why. He stood up quickly and I said, “Er, well, I’d better be going.”

Just typing this made me crack up! And it’s all because of Georgia’s voice, her irreverence, and the way she has of making raunchy and occasionally immature humor great fun.

Aside from the funny, Georgia isn’t always the greatest friend, she does stupid things because she thinks she knows best, and she takes her lumps. In other words, she was an honest portrait of a young girl. I loved her imperfections, I loved that she was insecure about them, and I loved that she still wasn’t afraid to put herself out there from time to time.

I will absolutely be reading the next book in this series because I could definitely use another good laugh.

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