In this fourth in the series that began with Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging, Georgia continues to provide laughs with her loony diary entries. Fans won't care that this time around there's (incredibly) even less plot than usual; their only complaint may be that this is the final book in the series. Or is it? Georgia's parting words ("The official and proper end. Probably") will leave readers hoping for more.

The short review: more. The longer review: those who are familiar with Georgia Nicolson will likely not be filled with surprisosity to read this account of her "even further confessions." Georgia, still full of smugosity with her position as the girlfriend of Robbie the Sex God, nevertheless finds herself somewhat nonplussed at her continuing attraction to Dave the Laugh, he of the nip libbling incident from Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas (2002). In and around Georgia's agonizing over the big questions—"But what do you do with Sex Gods? Besides snog and worship them, I mean."—she assists (under duress) with the school production of Peter Pan , proudly watches as Naomi the sex kitten bears Angus's kittykats (conceived just before his neutering), goes to Frogland on a school trip, is named hockey captain, suffers through parental unrest, and busts the villainous Bummer sisters after they extort Nauseating P. Green into shoplifting. These events are narrated in Georgia's customarily breathless, insufferably self-interested, and undeniably chuckle-provoking style. Her overpowering voice results in the rather odd effect that for all that the plot is nominally jam-packed, the reader feels that very little is actually happening outside of her love life. Is Georgia filled with sadnosity when Robbie declares that he is moving to Kiwi-a-gogoland to work on an ecological farm ("I should have known when he turned up on his bike that something had gone horribly wrong")? Only temporarily; her customary high spirits take over: "Perhaps I could have Dave the Laugh as an unserious boyfriend . . . So I could have the Cosmic Horn for now. And I could save the Sex God for later!!" The line just before the glossary shouts that this is "The Official and Proper End. Probably." Let us hope so; original as Georgia's voice has been, formulosity threatens, and there's little new here. (Fiction. YA)

Gr 7-9-Fans of this self-absorbed teen won't be disappointed in this latest installment of her journal, which contains more of the same humor and detailed observations of the minutiae of adolescent life found in the first three books. However, the teen's total "shallowosity" can be somewhat tiresome. By the fourth book, one might hope for growth of her character, along with her "nunga-nungas" (breasts). Plot-wise, this book picks up where the last one left off. Georgia is still in love with Robbie, the SG (sex god), but is increasingly confused by her feelings for Dave-the-Laugh. Temporary distractions include her cat Angus impregnating a feline across the road, a class trip to Paris, and being made captain of the hockey team. But-"sadnosity"-at novel's end, the SG is off to Kiwi-a-gogo land (New Zealand) to work on an ecological farm. Georgia will be left alone with Dave-the-Laugh. Clearly, further confessions are on the way.-Ronni Krasnow, New York Public Library Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.

Just when Georgia thought she'd settled on Rob the Sex God rather than Dave the Laugh, Rob makes himself scarce and Dave breaks up with her friend Ellen, in this fourth confession in the series. Ages 12-up. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(June)

The fourth and (probably) final entry into Georgia Nicolson's diary is as loopy and laugh filled as ever. The plot? Well, if it matters, Georgia has chosen Robby the Sex God over Dave the Laugh, and lots of good snogging ensues. But Georgia continues to experience red-bottomisity, as other boys besides Robby look good to her. Subplots? Angus the cat has gotten the kitty across the street pregnant, despite having his trouser snake addendums removed. True, this doesn't sound like much, but in the hands of Rennison, it's hysterical. Most of the fun stuff comes from the language, of course, and once again a glossary is provided for those who don't know their conk (nose) from their bum-oley (quite literally their bottom hole). The book also is permeated by a manic energy coupled with an utter disdain that pretty much says teenager. Bye-bye, Georgia; we'll miss you dancing in front of the open window in your nuddy-pants.