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In the two-and-a-half months or so covered in this title, Georgie (a) goes to Paris, (b) is made hockey captain, (c) accidentally snogs Dave the Laugh (again), (c) purposely snogs Robbie (the Sex God) several times, (d) again proves herself to be a champion for Nauseating P. Green, underdog, and (e) engages in much internal debate over her own red bottomosity and General Horn.

As you might expect, I laughed myself senseless at several points in this book, and, as per usual, some of those places involved Libby, her five-year old sister.

11:00 p.m.
Libby has got all her toys in my bed AGAIN! All their heads are lined up on my pillow. And some of her toys are quite literally just heads. I don't know exactly how beheading is going to be useful in her future career, but she is bloody good at it.

Libbs popped out from my wardrobe in the nuddy-pants, but wearing A LOT of Mum's eye shadow, and not on her eyes.

"Heggo, Ginger, it's me!"

"I knowit's you, Libbs—look, sweetheart, wouldn't you like to go in your own snuggly,cozy bed and—"

"Shut up, bad boy. Snuggle."

"Libby, I can't snuggle; you've got too many things in my bed."

"No."

"Yes."

"Get in."

"Look, let me just take something out to make a bit of room. . . . Look, I'll just take this old potato . . ."

"Grrr . . ."

"Don't bite!"

midnight
If I have to sing "Winnie Bag Pool" to Mr. Potato one more time I may have to kill myself.

I couldn't help but feel bad for poor, conflicted Georgia, who is still wondering why she enjoys spending time with (and snogging) Dave the Laugh so much when she is firmly convinced she's in love with the Sex God. And as for the Sex God . . . well, between his band, The Stiff Dylans, and his recent ecological commitments, there's a lot of time when he's not around as much as he could be.

And there is, of course, Angus, who turns out to be the sire of Naomi's kittens after all. Evidently he managed a stealth visit prior to the removal of his trouser snake addendums. The descriptions of Angus and the kittens is trés amusant. As is the liberal use of bits of French and German throughout the book. And while all the characters are endearing, I find I have a special soft spot for Sven, Rosie's boyfriend, who is from Sweden (I'm pretty sure – there's been some mention of Norway along the way as well, but I'm pretty certain it's been settled once and for all in this book as Sweden). He's especially outrageous when at parties or clubs.

Met the gang at the usual place to go to the gig. Sven had his special flares on. They have a battery in them and little lightbulbs all the way down the seams. When he presses the battery his trousers light up. He really is bonkers. And huge.

When we got to the door of the Buddha Lounge he said to the door guy, "Got evening, I am Sven and these are my chicks. Let us in, my trousers want to boogie."

Rosie doesn't mind that he's a bit mad – but she does mind that he has to go home to Sweden for a month. He will indeed be missed.


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mostly_irish
Feb. 15th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)
Ok, I am now officially obsessed with getting these books, based purely on Libby and Sven:

"Got evening, I am Sven and these are my chicks. Let us in, my trousers want to boogie."

Heeee!
kellyrfineman
Feb. 15th, 2011 10:51 pm (UTC)
In the first book, Georgia is decidedly underage for the club (only 14), and Sven picks her up under his arm and says to the bouncer something like, "I have a bird in the hand and one in the bushes." In another book, he wears a Durex (condom) on his head as party attire. You will lurve him.
jenlibrarian
Feb. 15th, 2011 11:54 pm (UTC)
let us in, my trousers want to boogie...
that has to be one of the all-time great lines.

kellyrfineman
Feb. 16th, 2011 04:17 am (UTC)
Re: let us in, my trousers want to boogie...
Sven is full of such lines. Seriously.
jenlibrarian
Feb. 16th, 2011 11:01 am (UTC)
Re: let us in, my trousers want to boogie...
Reminds me of my foreign student friends in high school -- our school usually got the Serious Girls Who Studied, but when I was a senior we hosted my friend B from Sweden, and thus I got to hang out with all the foreign students in our area -- and discovered that other schools got the Suave Boys in Very Tight Pants.

You've convinced me I need to go back to these books, perfect for Feb. blahs and blizzards! (I only read the first few in the series for some reason)
kellyrfineman
Feb. 16th, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)
Re: let us in, my trousers want to boogie...
Suave Boys in Very Tight Pants would've been cool - it's not what we got, either. And I nearly injured myself last night trying to be silent while laughing my ass off reading Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers because it was way late and I didn't want to wake the household.
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