Confessions of Georgia Nicolson (3) - 'Knocked out by my
Author: Rennison, Louise
ISBN: 9780007218691
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Year First Published: 2006
Pages: 208
Dimensions: 130mm x 198mm x 14mm
Format: Paperback / softback
Description:
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).
ISBN: 9780007218691
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Year First Published: 2006
Pages: 208
Dimensions: 130mm x 198mm x 14mm
Format: Paperback / softback
Description:
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).
