Final done, fireworks watched, and all is lovely-jubley with the world.
Anyway, a review, because that is what we, here, at Biblio File, are all about.
Love Is a Many Trousered Thing by Louise Rennison
According to the opening letter, this book was originally supposed to be called
Trouser Snakes A-Go-Go which would have been even more full of hilariousity.
Anyway, let's see, last we saw the fantabulous Miss Georgia, Masimo had just told her she was his one and only and then Robbie, the original Sex God, showed up from Kiwi-a-go-go land. Ful of sophistocity and maturousity, Georgia mumbled some rubbish about having to catch a train and ran away.
So, as this installment starts, Georgia is sitting on a wall in the park, trying to catch her breath, as running in heels is hard. Now, she has found herself back on the rack of lurve. She has gone into the bakery of love and accidentally walked out with two cakes. Or possibly no cakes, as Masimo hasn't called and she's still not entirely sure what Robbie is doing in town and what he wants. And, of course, there is always the Wet Lindsay factor. And Dave the Laugh has gotten himself a group of titchy little fans. Georgia wants advice from the Hornmeister himself, but can't quite bring herself to ask, and she's not entirely sure why.
This book is basically one big nervy b. as Georgia tries to figure out what's going on. There are bouts of hilariousity including the bison dance and the invention of snot disco dancing. Uncle Eddie continues to grow more disturbing.
Georgia has some big desicions to make and--get this-- she actually makes some. And actually talks to her Mutti a bit.
Erlack a pogoes!
Not as funny as
Startled by His Furry Shorts (which is the funniest so far). And don't worry, it doesn't seem that Georgia has grown up at all.
Jas is starting to wear on me, but I'm liking Rosie more and more. Where did Honor and Soph come from? Did I forget them from
Startled by His Furry Shorts? Or did they just appear out of nowhere?
Well, all's left to do know is sit on our hands until the next one. Luckily, this volume not only has the customary glossary written by Georgia herself, but a few other appendixes. We not only get the new and revised snog scale, but a run down of the ace gang AND the lyrics and dance moves to the Bison Dance and Snot Disco. So maybe instead of sitting on our hands, we should maybe stomp stomp to the left, leg kick leg kick?
HOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Also, for your viewing pleasure, this is what a Robin Reliant looks like. She's right. It is a clown car.
So, even though it's still summer, school is starting, which means it will soon be fall, so here's a fall poem by Emily Dickinson, always a favorite:
