Away Laughing on a Fast Camel: Even More Confessions of Georgia Nicolson - Hardcover

Rennison, Louise

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0060589345 ISBN 13: 9780060589349

Publisher: HarperTeen, 2004

Synopsis

Bedroom
7:00 p.m.

I am so depressed and bored I may even have to do some homework. My new address is:

Georgia Nicolson
Crap House
Crapton-on-Sea
Crapshire
Crapland

Just when the Sex God becomes Georgia’s official boyfriend, he decides to go off and snog sheep in Kiwi-a-gogo land, taking her heart with him. Georgia decides to display extreme glaciosity to all boys -- after all, a girl can only have her heart broken so many times.

Until, ohmygiddygodstrousers, she meets Masimo, the new Italian-American lead singer for the Stiff Dylans band. The Dreamboat has landed -- again -- and Georgia is away laughing on a fast camel (whatever that means)!

About this title

About the Author

Louise Rennison was a British comedian and the internationally bestselling and award-winning author of the angst-filled Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series as well as the Misadventures of Tallulah Casey series. Her first novel, Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging, received a Michael L. Printz Honor Award in 2001, was adapted into a feature film, and has become a worldwide bestseller now translated into 34 languages. She was also awarded the Roald Dahl Funny Prize for the first book in her Tallulah Casey series, Withering Tights.

Reviews

Grade 7-9–Georgia continues her fabbity-fab ride through adolescence. Pining for her boyfriend Robbie, aka the Sex God, who is in Kiwi-a-gogo land, she finally receives the long-awaited letter. To her dismay, it is anything but romantic and she finds herself with a severe case of heart breakosity. No fear, her attention is quickly diverted by Masimo, an Italian American who is the new boy in town. Even though the teen hasn't matured much, her voice is still fresh. The book will have readers laughing out loud and looking for more. This installment ends with Vati announcing that the family is going to Hamburger-a-gogo land, the USA, on break, leaving one to believe there is a sequel in the works. The book can stand alone but some of the innuendos will be missed by readers unfamiliar with the previous titles. Students will be asking for this one and fans will keep it off the shelf.–Angela M. Boccuzzi, Merton Williams' Middle School, Hilton, NY
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

Gr. 7-10. Georgia is back again, and if she languishes at first, pining for the Sex God (boyfriend Robby) away in Kiwi-a-gogo land (New Zealand), it doesn't last long. There's a new boy in town--Masimo, the half-Italian, half-American lead singer for the Stiff Dylans--and Georgia finds her allegiance to the Sex God waning as Masimo shows an interest in her. As in the four earlier titles, it's not so much what happens as how Rennison relates it. The deliciously silly slang and a hilarious glossary make ordinary events (reading Heidi to her younger sister) hysterically funny. Fans of Angus the cat will be pleased to hear that his genes are all too present in his offspring; the only thing better than Angus is a mini-Angus. This won't stand alone, but Georgia's zillions of loyal readers will be delighted. Debbie Carton
Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Away Laughing on a Fast Camel

Even More Confessions of Georgia NicolsonBy Rennison, Louise

HarperTempest

ISBN: 0060589345

alone, all aloney,
on my owney

saturday march 5th

11:00 a.m. as the crow flies

Gray skies, gray cluds, gray knickers.

I can't believe my knickers are gray, but it is typico of my life. My mutti put my white lacy knickers in the wash with Vati's voluminous black shorts (!) and now they are gray.

If there was a medal for craposity in the mutti department, she would win it hands down.

I am once again wandering lonely as a clud through this Vale of Tears.

I wish there was someone I could duff up but I have no one to blame. Except God, and although He is everywhere at once He is also invisible. (Also, the last person who tried to duff God up was Satan, and he ended up standing on his head in poo with hot swords up his bum-oley.)

11:20 a.m.

This is my fabulous life: the Sex God left for Whakatane last month and he has taken my heart with him.

11:25 a.m.

Not literally, of course, otherwise there would be a big hole in my nunga-nungas.

11:28 a.m.And also I would be dead. Which quite frankly would be a blessing in disguise.

12:00 p.m.

It is soooo boring being brokenhearted. My eyes look like little piggie eyes from crying. Which makes my nose look ginormous.

Still, at least I am a lurker-free zone.

Although with my luck there will be a lurker explosion any minute.

Alison Bummer once had a double yolker on her neck; she had a big spot and it had a baby spot growing on top of it.

I'll probably get that.

12:05 p.m.

Phoned my very bestest pally, Jas.

"Jas, it's me."

"What?"

"Jas, you don't sound very pleased to hear from me."

"Well . . . I would be, but it's only five minutes since you last phoned and Tom is just telling me about this thing you can do. You go off into the forest and -- "

"This hasn't got anything to do with badgers, has it?"

"Well . . . no, not exactly, it's a wilderness course and you learn how to make fire and so on."

Oh great balls of merde here we go, off into the land of the terminally insane, i.e., Jasland. I said as patiently as I could because I am usually nice(ish) to the disadvantaged, "You are going off on a course to learn how to make fire?"

"Yes, exciting, eh?"

"Why do you have to go on a course to learn how to open a box of matches?""You can't use matches."

"Why not?"

"Because it's a wilderness course."

"No, wrong, Jas, it's a crap course where people are too mean to give you any matches."

She did that sighing business.

"Look, Georgia, I know you are upset about Robbie going off to Kiwi-a-gogo land."

"I am."

"And you not having a boyfriend or anything."

"Yes, well . . ."

"And, you know, being all lonely, with no one to really care about you."

"Yes, alright Jas, I know all th -- "

"And the days stretching ahead of you without any meaning and -- "

"Jas, shut up."

"I'm only trying to say that -- "

"That is not shutting up, Jas. It is going on and on."

She got all huffy and Jasish.

"I must go now. Tom has got some knots to show me."

I was in the middle of saying, "Yes I bet he has . . ." in an ironic and très amusant way when she brutally put the phone down.

12:30 p.m.

Alone, all aloney.

On my owney.

The house is empty, too. Everyone is out at Grandad's for lunch.

I was nearly made to go until I pointed out that I am in mourning and unable to eat anything because of my heartbreak.

Mine is a pathetico tale that would make anyone who had a heart weep, but that does not include Vati. He said he would gladly leave me behind because talking to me made him realize the fun he had had when he accidentally fell into the open sewers in India.

1:15 p.m.

Looking out of my bedroom window. Entombed in my room forever. Like in that book The Prisoner of Brenda or whatever it is called.

Except I could go out if I wanted.

But I don't want to.

I may never go out again.

Ever.

1:30 p.m.

This is boring. I've been cooped up for about a million years.What time is it?

Phoned Jas.

"Jas?"

"Oh God."

"What time is it?"

"What?"

"Why are you saying ‘what' for? I merely asked you a civil question."

"Why don't you look at your own clock?"

"Jas, have you noticed I am very, very upset and that my life is over? Have you noticed that?"

"Yes I have, because you have been on the phone telling me every five minutes for a month."

"Well, I am soo sorry if it is too much trouble to tell your very bestest pal the time. Perhaps my eyes are too swollen from tears to see the clock.""Well, are they?"

"Yes."

"Well, how come you could see to dial my number?"

Mrs. Huffy Knickers was so unreasonable.

"Anyway, I'm not your bestest pal anymore. Nauseating P. Green is your bestest pal now that you rescued her from the clutches of the Bummer twins."

I slammed down the phone.

Brilliant. Sex Godless and now friend to P. Green, that well-known human goldfish.

Sacré bloody bleu and triple merde.

And poo.

Oh Robbie, how could you leave me and go off to the other (incredibly crap) side of the world? What has Kiwi-a-gogo land got that I haven't? Besides forty million sheep.

I think I'll play the tape he gave me again. It's all I have left to remind me of him and our love. That will never die.

Continues...

Excerpted from Away Laughing on a Fast Camelby Rennison, Louise Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Edition details

• Publisher: HarperTeen
• Publication date: 2004
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0060589345
• ISBN 13: 9780060589349
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 288