Author(s): Louise Rennison
Sunday November 21st
Once more I am beyond the Valley of the Confused and treading lightly in the Universe of the Huge Red Bottom. What is the matter with me? I love the Sex God and he is my only one and only, but try telling that to my lips. Dave the laugh only has to say "you owe me a snog" and they start puckering up. Well, they can go out on their own in the future.
Praise for Angus, Thongs and Full-frontal Snogging: "Bridget Jones for teenagers -- but funnier. Expect Potter-esque queues for the sequel." The Sunday Telegraph "Don't miss this gem" The Guardian "One of the funniest books of the year!" Independent on Sunday "I laughed like a drain" John Peel Praise for "...and that's when it fell off in my hand.": "Readers will find themselves laughing uncontrollably until their sides hurt, and won't be able to put the book down." Sunday Times "Hilarious... [Louise Rennison] is queen of the pink-book pack." The Times
Louise Rennison lives in Brighton, a place that she likes to think of as the San Francisco of the south coast. Which is sad as it is nothing like San Francisco, being mainly pebbles and large people in tiny swimming knickers who have gone bright red in the sun. Although she lives in Brighton in reality, in her mind she lives somewhere exotic with a manservant called Juan.