The only thing she talks about it:ĥ.Ěnd how her life sucks so much, she wants to die The main character is the most annoying character I’ve ever read. This book is so terrible and I feel like I probably shouldn’t be rating it, since it’s not targeted towards me, but, it’s just so bad. So most girls, I assume, would have read this back in middle school, but *dramatically flips hair* I’m not like most girls.īasically, the only reason I read this book is because my lovely coffee-soddened friend, Pragya, who is probably trying to get back at me for some horrible thing I did but am unaware of, convinced me to. Ten!! (We had to walk up and down for four hours. We wanted to see how many cars with boys in them hooted at us. Got dressed in short skirt, then me and Jas walked up and down to the main road. Still, you would think if a boy rests his hand on your breast he might bother to see you sometime. Why am I even thinking about this? No sign of Mark (the breast molester) when I got home, thank goodness. What does it mean when a boy rests his hand on your breast? Does it mean he has a megahorn? Or was his hand just tired? Just for a second, before he turned and went off to school. he touched my breast!!! I don't mean he ripped my blouse off, he just rested his hand on the front of my breast. 'So is that no?'Īnd I just stood there and then this really weird thing happened. He really did have the biggest gob I have ever seen. So I said, 'I've just come out of a heavy thing and I'm giving myself a bit of space.' What is the right answer to that question? I tell you what the right answer is. I went a bit red and walked on with him walking beside me. Jas (big pal) said she had to run to her house first and she would see me at school. I do not think there is any point for me to sing this novel any more praise to convince you to give it a try, rather, I will list some quotes here for you to see if Louise Rennison's humor is your cup of tea.ĭashing out of the house, Jas and I almost fell into Mark, waiting by the corner. Instead, its only aim is to provide tons of fun and the book succeeds at it every time I read it. Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging never takes itself seriously or tries to teach some kind of moral lesson. It doesn't hurt either that this first book in Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series is a winner of Printz Honor, proving that even the silliest story about make-up, boys, and snogging can be written brilliantly. Louise Rennison's books always do the trick.

There are times when I just HAVE to read something to perk me up, something light and silly and mindless. Not a bad beginning-of-the-year pick-me-up. I can’t imagine this book getting Printz Honor now. Every time I reread these books, they turn out to be offensive in more and more ways.

Angus full frontal snogging