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基本信息·出版社：HarperCollinsChildren'sBooks
·页码：288 页
·出版日期：2009年07月
·ISBN：0007303114
·International Standard Book Number：0007303114
·条形码：9780007303113
·EAN：9780007303113
·装帧：平装
·正文语种：英语
内容简介 From the Back Cover
Oh yes, the hilariosity goes on for one last time. Here it is ... maybe probably ... pants for the memories!
My marvy Luuurve God boyfriend has got the full Humpty Dumpty with me for accidentally twisting with Dave the Laugh.
Which is not actually my fault. I cannot be expected to control my body parts, they pop out unexpectedly and so on.
For instance my lips do ad-hoc puckering up every time Dave the Laugh comes near them, I don't know why.
Ditto jelloid knickers.
Anyway shut up about Dave the Laugh, he has got a GIRLFRIEND.
Not that I care. Or do I?
Oh I don't know, so many boys, so little time ... --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
作者简介 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.
媒体推荐 Ohmygiddygodspyjamas! The tenth marvy book in the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson is here! Get ready to laugh like a loon on loon tablets.
文摘 A Note from Georgia
Dear little chumettes,
As our lederhosen friends say, 'Now ist zer time to say guten tag.' I don't know why they say it, but they do. And frankly, I love them for it. All right, Germany may not be Billy Shakespeare land but any country that says spangelferkel instead of sausage is top with me, comedywise ... although not holiday wise.
Where was I? Oh yes, saying goodbye. As you know, I have been working like a bee (two bees) to once more give you my all (oo-er) creativitositywise. And here it is, my final oeuvre. (Now you are being silly, you know I don't mean "here is my final egg", so stop messing about.) And you will be pleased to know, I think I have pulled it off. (Oo-er.) Stop it.
So this is my final (boo hoo) diary. It is, of course, packed with the usual combination of sophisticosity and snot dancing. But be warned, there are some exciting additions - Melanie's nunga-nungas make a big and unexpected appearance, as well as other twits in tights etc.
Some of you will laugh, some of you will cry, some of you may have a little accident in the piddly-diddly department. I don't know.
But I care.
A LOT.
I do.
And even though I am away laughing on a fast camel, you will always feel my luuurve.
Are you feeling it yet?
I am.
Georgia
xxxxx
p.s I mean it about luuurving you all, little chums.
p.p.s I am giving you telepathic hugs.
p.p.p.s But not in a telepathically lezzie way.
p.p.p.p.s And remember my advice to see you through the Georgia-less days ahead ...
Snog on, snog on,
With hope in your heart,
And you'll never snog alone,
You'll never snog ... alone. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
