This is a book that I remember my Laura reading, oh, ages ago, and which I wasn’t interested in at the time for whatever reason. But then more recently I kept seeing the book in strange places, popping up seemingly everywhere, and I was like, hmm. Maybe I’ll read that sometime. And then I was at the Jacksonville Public Library giant booksale of giantness and there was the book, waiting for me, priced at an alluring 50 cents, and I knew it was fate.
This was my first book for the read-a-thon, and I absolutely loved it. Georgia Nicolson is not someone I would be friends with, because I would be sick of her in a day, but I can definitely spend a couple of hours reading her wonderfully ridiculous diary. Which often has entries just minutes apart.
And it’s even pretty much a love story, what with it being centered almost entirely around Georgia’s attempts to woo a “Sex God” at the grand old age of fourteen, even though she has to take some kissing lessons first. No, really. And that’s what makes this love story business not terrible — it’s so over the top with the kissing lessons and the coincidences and the wacky adventures that mostly I just care to know how Georgia’s going to react to what happens, not necessarily the what that happens.
Also, it’s British, to the point of having a glossary in the back, and now I am going to try to include the phrase “nuddy pants” in my everyday conversation. Though I am going to have to have some funny conversations for that to come up.
Recommendation: Perfect for that time when you just need some brain candy in the form of rapid-fire amusing phrases. Also probably more amusing to people looking back on the “wonderful” age of fourteen, as we know how much everything that happened then doesn’t really matter now!
Pass me yours, if you’ve got ’em.