Fab Confessions Of Georgia Nicholson Bindup (#9 & #10)

Description

The brilliantly funny final novels (9th and 10th) in the GEORGIA NICOLSON series, out now in gorgey new paperback omnibus edition by recent winner of the ROALD DAHL FUNNY PRIZE. 'Stop in the name of pants!': Now that Georgia has finally won over gorgey Masimo, the Italian Stallion, her old friend and lip-nibbling partner Dave the Laugh has popped up again. Will Georgia go to Pizza-a-gogo land to visit dreamy Masimo? Or could her perfect boy be closer than she thinks. A Sex Kitty's life is never simple! 'Are these my basoomas I see before me?': It's the FINAL instalment of Georgia's fab and hilarious diary! Does Georgia escape the cakeshop of luuurve? Can there be more heartbreaknosity in store? Will the Sex God pop up again unexpectedly (oo-er)! And what about the supreme accidental snogmaster Dave the Laugh? Will she FINALLY choose her only one and only? Follow Georgia's hilarious antics as she desperately muddles her way through teenage life and all that it entails: make-up disasters, rapidly expanding nunga-nungas, school - urgh - unsympathetic friends, highly embarrassing family (and pets) and, of course, BOYS!

Reviews

"Either these books make you chortle like a loon in loon pants or you live on another planet" - Nicolette Jones, Sunday Times "Racously fun" - Amanda Craig, The Times Praise for '!Startled by his Furry Shorts!' "It's an excellent book and I'm dying to know what happens next.'"Sugar Praise for '!Then he Ate my Boy Entrancers': "You'll be falling about laughing at this." - Mizz "The only snag about taking this on holiday is that it won't last long: it will be consumed without a break except for the snorting noises. But it can always be passed on to parents by any youngster who can stand the sound of Vati's and Mutti's snorts, or dipped into repeatedly because every line is vair vair funny." - Sunday Times

Author description

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.