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Series and Publisher: Confessions of Georgia Nicolson
Georgia Nicolson, snog artist extraordinaire, has her knickers in a twist again. This time, her parents have dragged her to Scotland after her father's return from Kiwi-a-gogo land (New Zealand). Her cat, Angus, is being seduced by a Burmese beauty and might have to have his trouser snake addendums taken away. Most distressing however is that Georgia's assumption that she's to be the paramour of Robby the Sex God is being challenged by her attraction to her former beau and red herring, Dave the Laugh. Although this is quite funny in the way of the previous books (complete with hilarious glossary), to be honest, not much happens. This seems more like a bridge to the next book than a novel that stands alone. In the book to come, Georgia will no doubt be torn between Sex God and Laugh. Perhaps she'll have them both. She can practically hear a higher power telling her, Go forth, Georgia, and use your red bottom wisely.
Horn Book (Thu Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2002)This third installment serves up more of the same: writing that is very amusing, very British, and very low on plot. However, as long as Georgia continues to treat readers to her wildly funny, extravagantly egotistical reports on her life (should she stay the Official Girlfriend of a Sex God or go back to Dave the Laugh?), those looking for a lark will enjoy spending time with this cheeky lass.
Kirkus ReviewsFor those who already know and love Georgia, only one word is necessary: more. For those few who have just returned from Antarctica: here is the third installment in the stream-of-consciousness glimpses into the inner mind of quite conceivably the most self-interested teen in the world. As with the first two novels ( Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging , 2000; On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God , 2001), Georgia's own voice, laced with loony British teen-isms, is the raison de read. Rennison consistently displays a near-perfect sense of comic timing and an ear for language that subsumes normal demands for such traditional plot elements as, say, rising and falling action. The plot, such as it is, finds Georgia first stolidly bearing up under the torture of a five-day family holiday in Och-aye Land, where the acme of excitement is hanging out at the 24-hour supermarket with the local boys (known by the collective noun "Jock Mcthick"). Home at last, she turns her attentions to her twin favorite pursuits: makeup and moving up the Snogging Scale with Robbie, the Sex God. This outpouring ends with a real breakthrough in terms of character development: the reader may detect the rudiments of a conscience when Georgia finds herself attracted to both her boyfriend the S.G. and to Dave the Laugh, former red herring and current boyfriend of friend Ellen, when she accidentally snogs him at a dance: "3:05 a.m. Oh God, she is my mate. I am bad bad baddy bad bad. Jesus would never snog his mate's boyfriend. 3:15 a.m. I will probably never be able to sleep again. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz." Will there be any further, further, further confessions? Dancing in My Nuddy-Pants will be published this summer in tea-and-crumpets agogo land—we can hardly wait. (Fiction. YA)
Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)In the third installment of the confessions of Georgia Nicolson, the English heroine must leave her Sex God boyfriend to go on holiday with her family to Och Aye land (Scotland). "Teens will identify with Georgia's competing emotions even as they laugh their way through every situation," wrote <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">PW in a starred review. All ages. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(Mar.)
School Library JournalGr 8-10 The irreverent voice of Georgia Nicolson is loud and clear in this latest installment from Rennison. Now she is officially the "Girlfriend of a Sex God," and as she tries to settle into that role, she discovers that life is still no less confusing. After "snogging" an old flame, her fidelity might waver. Georgia is a fully fleshed out 15-year-old, preoccupied with herself, impatient with her father and all other authority figures, and mercurial in her attitudes. In other words, she's a girl filled with the insecurities that define adolescence. Readers are usually on her side even though her sensitivity toward others is often lacking. She is most consistently warm toward her little sister, Libby, and this relationship adds a pleasant dimension to her character. There are laugh-out-loud moments and her creative language throughout brings her diary to life. However, her repeated glib comments about lesbianism are unfortunate and unnecessary. Though they may be intended to add humor and honesty to the character and are perhaps reflective of attitudes characteristic of the age group, they do not serve the audience well. This point aside, the novel will no doubt find a wide readership. Rennison once again begins with an explanatory note to her "American chums," and appends a glossary to help them understand some of the British colloquial expressions and Georgia's unique vocabulary. While not much happens in this volume, it seems obvious that further episodes will follow. Renee Steinberg, Fieldstone Middle School, Montvale, NJ
Starred Review for Publishers Weekly
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Further, Further Confessions of Georgia Nicolson
october
return of the loonleader
thursday october 21st
my room
1:00 p.m.
Looking out of my bedroom window, counting my unblessings. Raining. A lot. It's like living fully dressed in a pond.
And I am the prisoner of whatsit.
I have to stay in my room pretending to have tummy lurgy so that Dad will not know I am an ostracized leper banned from Stalag 14 (i.e., suspended from school). I'm not alone in my room, though, because my cat, Angus, is also under house arrest for his love romps with Naomi the Burmese sex kitten.
2:00 p.m.
They'll be doing P.E. now.
I never thought the day would come when I would long to hear Miss Stamp (Sports Oberführer and part-time lesbian) say, Right, girls, into your P.E. knickers!
But it has.
3:30 p.m.
All the ace gang will be thinking about the walk home from school. Applying a touch of lippy. A hint of nail polish. Maybe even mascara because it is R.E. and Miss Wilson can't even control her tragic seventies hairdo let alone a class. Rosie said she was going to test Miss Wilson's sanity by giving herself a face mask in class and seeing if Miss Wilson had a nervy spaz.
Jas will be practicing her pouting in case she bumps into Tom.
3:50 p.m.
How come Jas got off with cloakroom duty and I got banned? I am a whatsit . . . a scapethingy.
4:10 p.m.
Robbie the Sex God (MY NEW BOYFRIEND!!! Yesss and three times yesss!!!!!) will be going home now. Walking along in a Sex Goddy sort of way. A walking snogging machine.
4:30 p.m.
Mutti came in. Right, you can start making your startling recovery now, Georgia.
Oh cheers. Thanks a lot. Good night.
Just because Elvis Attwood, school caretaker from the Planet of the Loons, tripped over his own wheelbarrow (when I told him Jas was on fire), I am banned from school.
Mutti rambled on, although she makes very little sense since Vati got home. It's your own fault. You antagonize him and now you are paying the price.
Yeah, yeah, rave on.
4:45 p.m.
Phoned Jas.
Jas.
Oh hi, Gee.
Why didn't you phone me?
You're phoning me. I would have got the engaged tone.
Jas, please don't annoy me. I've only been speaking to you for two seconds.
I'm not annoying you.
Wrong.
Well, I've only said about two words to you.
That's enough.
Silence.
Jas.
Silence.
Jas, what are you doing?
I'm not annoying you.
She drives me to the brink of madnosity. Still, I really needed to speak to her so I went on, It's really crap at home. I almost wish I hadn't been banned from school. How was Stalag fourteen? Any goss?
No, just the usual. Nauseating P. Green smashed a chair to smithereens and back.
Really?! Was she fighting with it?
No, she was sitting on it having her lunch. It was the jumbo-sized Mars bar that did it. Everyone was killing themselves laughing. The Bummer Twins started singing Who ate all the pies' to her, but Slim, our beloved headmistress, heard them and gave us a lecture about mocking the unfortunate.
Were her chins going all jelloid?
Yeah. In fact, it was Chin City.
Fantastic. Are you all missing me? Did anyone talk about me or anything?
No, not really.
Charming. Jas has a lot of good qualities though, qualities you need in a bestest pal. Qualities like, for instance, going out with the brother of a Sex God. I said, Has Hunky, I mean, Tom, mentioned anything that Robbie has said about me?
Erm . . . let me think.
Then there was this slurp-slurp noise.
She was making slurping noises.
Jas, what are you eating?
I'm sucking my pen top so I can think better.
Sacré bloody bleu, I have got le idiot for a pal. Forty-nine centuries of pen sucking later she said, No, he hasn't said anything.
7:00 p.m.
Why hasn't Robbie mentioned me? Hasn't he got snogging withdrawal?
8:00 p.m.
I can hear Vati singing If I Ruled the World. Good Lord. I have only just recovered from a very bad bout of pretend lurgy. He has no consideration for others.
8:05 p.m.
The worsterosity of it is that the Loonleader (my vati) has returned from Kiwi-a-gogo land and I thought he would be there for ages. But sadly life was against me and he has returned. Not content with that, he has insisted we all go to Och Aye land to bond on a family holiday.
However . . . nananana and who-gives-two-short-flying-pigs'-botties? Because I live in Love Heaven.
Lalalalalalala.
I am the girlfriend of a Sex God!!
8:15 p.m.
The Sex God said I should phone him when I get back from Scotland. But there is a fly in his ointment . . . I am not going to Scotland!!! My plan is this, everyone else goes to Scotland and . . . I don't! Simple enough, I think, for anyone to understand.
operation explain-brilliant-not-going-to-scotland plan to mutti and vati
8:30 p.m.
The olds were slumped in front of the tv canoodling and drinking wine. They are so childish. I had to leave the room in the end because Dad did this really disgusting thing. They were laughing and grappling about on the sofa and they did number five on the snogging scale (open-mouth kissing). Honestly. I mean it. There might even have been a suggestion of six (tongues). Erlack a pongoes!!!! Libby was there as well. Laughing along. It can't be healthy for a toddler to be exposed to porn.
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Georgia Nicolson is now the girlfriend of the Sex God (aka Robbie), and things are wonderful. Except her loony parents are dragging her off to Och Aye land (aka Scotland), and the Sex God's band's chance at a record contract has left her something of a "pop widow."
Then up rears temptation in the form of old flame Dave the Laugh. Is Georgia about to become a shameless vixen?