Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging – Louise Rennison
Genre: YA; realistic fiction
Summary: Presented to the reader in diary format, Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging chronicles the life of Georgia, a fourteen-year-old girl who lives in England.
Review: Borrowing a quote from Georgia herself, Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging was pretty “fabbity fab fabulous.”
I really enjoy reading books in epistolary format, and I think it worked exceptionally well here. Georgia seemed like an average teenage girl, and it was easy to believe that she would record all of her thoughts in her diary. This format made it quite easy to get to know her, as it allowed her to divulge information that the reader would not have found out otherwise, effectively making the book much more personal.
For me, the thing that really propelled this book forward was the humor. Georgia was incredibly witty and sarcastic, and I flipped through the pages eagerly to see what she would say next. I’m kind of glad I didn’t read this in public, as there were many instances in which I was laughing like a crazy person. Many of the situations she found herself in were also laced with humor; even though these situations sometimes seemed like the end of the world, it worked well because they really could happen to anyone. To that end, Georgia was really easy to relate to, and I could see teenage girls in particular enjoying her adventures.
For those who are unfamiliar with English slang, Rennison also put a helpful glossary in the back of the book where she described a word and related it back to the story.
Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging is an incredibly fun, humorous read, and if you’re looking for something light, I would definitely recommend it.
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