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Winner of the Roald Dahl Funny Prize 2010 – The first book in the hilarious series from the original Queen of Teen. You’ll laugh your tights off . . .Picture the scene: Dother Hall Performing Arts College ,somewhere Up North, surrounded by rolling dales, bearded cheesemaking villagers (male and female) and wildlife of the squirrely-type.On the whole, it’s not quite the showbiz experience Tallulah was expecting… but once her mates turn -p and they start their ‘FAME! I’m gonna liiiiive foreeeeeever, I’m gonna fill my tiiiiights’ summer course things are bound to perk up. Especially when the boys arrive. (When DO the boys arrive?)Six weeks of parent-free freedom. BOY freedom. Freedom of expression… cos it’s the THEATRE dahling, theatre! The hilarious misadventures of Tallulah Casey…

Hilariously funny Louise Rennison’s fabby sixth book of the confessions of crazy but lovable teenager Georgia Nicolson. Guaranteed to have the nation laughing their knickers off!“Come on, Jas, you do really want to know my plan, especially as it concerns you, my little hairy pally.”“I’m not hairy.”“Have it your own way, just don’t go near any circuses.”“Shut up. Go on then, tell me your plan.”“OK, this is it: when I go to Hamburger-a-gogo land… you come with me! Do you see? We will be like Thelma and Louise!”“We’re not called Thelma and Louise.”“I know that, I’m just saying we will be LIKE THEM!”“And we’re not American. And neither of us can drive.”“Oh dear God. Jas, your spaceship has arrived. Please get in.”Laugh your knickers off at Georgia’s tales from her trip to Hamburger-a-gogo land (the US) and her attempts to entice Masimo, the Italian stallion. Can Georgia become the composed sex-kitten she aspires to be…?

Brilliantly funny, teenage angst author Louise Rennison’s first book about the confessions of crazy but lovable Georgia Nicolson. Now repackaged in a gorgeous new paperback and looking even fabber than ever. Louise is an international bestselling author and her books can’t fail to make you laugh out loud.There are six things very wrong with my life:1. I have one of those under-the-skin spots that will never come to a head but lurk in a red way for the next two years.2. It is on my nose.3. I have a three-year-old sister who may have peed somewhere in my room.4. In fourteen days the summer hols will be over and then it will be back to Stalag 14 and Oberführer Frau Simpson and her bunch of sadistic 'teachers'.5. I am very ugly and need to go into an ugly home.6. I went to a party dressed as a stuffed olive.Follow Georgia's hilarious antics as she tries to overcome the dilemma’s that are weighing up against her, and muddle her way through teenage life and all that it entails: how to replace accidentally shaved-off eyebrows; how to cope with Angus, her small labrador-sized Scottish wildcat; her first kiss with Peter – afterwards known as Whelk Boy; annoying teachers; unsympathetic friends and family, and how to entice Robbie the Sex God! Phew – she’s really got her work cut out!

Brilliantly funny, teenage angst author Louise Rennison’s second book about the confessions of crazy but lovable Georgia Nicolson. Now repackaged in a gorgeous new paperback and looking even fabber than ever. Louise is an international bestselling author and her books can’t fail to make you laugh out loud.What is the matter with my life? Why is it so deeply unfab? It's a day and a half now since I snogged the Sex God…I think I have snog withdrawal. My lips keep puckering up…I tried snogging the back of my hand, but it's no good…It's been over a week. I wonder if it's my nose…I have a HUGE nose that means I have to live for ever in the Ugly Home.

Brilliantly funny, Louise Rennison’s fabby fourth book on the confessions of crazy but lovable Georgia Nicolson. Now in gorgey new paperback and guaranteed to have the nation laughing their knickers off!Phoned Jas.“Jas?”“Oui.”“Do you ever get the urge?”“Pardon?”“You know, to flow free and wild.”She was thinking.“Well, sometimes, when Tom and I are alone in the house together…”“Yes…”“We flick each other with flannels.”“Jas, you keep talking on the telephone and I will send out for help.”“It’s good fun… what you do is…”“Jas, Jas, guess what I am doing now?”“Are you dancing?”“Yes, I am, my strange little pal. But what am I dancing in?”“A bowl?”“Jas, don’t be silly. Concentrate. Try to get the image of me flowing wild and free.”“Are you dancing in… your PE knickers?”“Non… I am DANCING IN MY NUDDY-PANTS!!!”And we both laughed like loons on loon tablets.

Sound the Cosmic Horn! Bestselling author Louise Rennison’s seventh book of the confessions of crazy but loveable teenager Georgia Nicolson is out in PB!Why did I admit I wanted Masimo to be my proper boyfriend? Why? One minute he was snogging me, and then the next he was snogging Wet Lindsay, stick insect and drip.Perhaps I should tell him he can go out with her as well as me…But then I might snog him after she has snogged him, which would mean I have practically snogged her!!! Erlack!I would rather snog my cat, Angus!He has certainly got nicer legs… Well, more of them anyway.Georgia is on the ‘rack of luuurve’ once more… Will Masimo the Italian Stallion agree to be her one and only boyfriend? How does she really feel about her old friend and lip-nibbling partner Dave the Laugh? And has Robbie the Sex God really gone for good?You’ll laugh with her and cry with her – follow Georgia’s hilarious antics as she desperately tries to muddle her way through teenage life.

Brilliantly funny teenage angst author Louise Rennison’s fabby third book on the confessions of crazy but lovable Georgia Nicolson. Now repackaged in a gorgeous new paperback and guaranteed to have the nation laughing their knickers off!Jas said, "Well, what happened?"And I said, "Well, it was beyond marvy. We talked and snogged and then he made me a sandwich and we snogged and then he played me a record and then we snogged.""So it was like…""Yeah… a snogging fest.""Sacré bleu!"Jas looked like she was thinking which is a) unusual and b) scary.I said, "But then this weird thing happened. He had his hands on my waist, standing behind me.""Oo-er…""D-accord. Anyway, I turned round and he sort of leaped out of the way like two short leaping things.""Was he dancing?""No… I think he was frightened of being knocked out by my nunga-nungas…"Then we both laughed like loons on loon tablets (i.e. A LOT).