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DANCING IN MY NUDDY-PANTS by Louise Rennison

DANCING IN MY NUDDY-PANTS

From the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series, volume 4

by Louise Rennison

Pub Date: March 1st, 2003
ISBN: 0-06-009746-9

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)