Over the summer, I read the entire Angus Thongs series (Georgia Nicholson diaries, rather)- this is quite the task, you know, because there are eight books and before the second had ended (which is as far, I believe, as I’d read once before, when I was 12 or 13) I knew I disliked Georgia a lot. A lot a lot. And I mean, the books are from her point of view, so it’s not like we get a reprieve once. They’re her diaries, after all. It’s Georgia, Georgia, Georgia. And some more on the side. Like a dish full. Or a bath. Lets be safe and settle on a swimming pool.
But I did it. For some reason. I wanted to find out what happened from the book and not internet research? Oh, and I could get through little else, as my brain was too sore (see: accident to blame again, huh? Yup.) and it kept me from feeling like all my time was drifting by as I did nothing. I got through one if not more a day, and that was a very necessary achievement.
Oh, and that dislike for Georgia I mentioned? It grew. And only kept growing, so by the end I was satisfied but loathed her. Georgia is selfish without- no, refusing- to acknowledge it, she is an unkind, manipulative person and she is cruel, uncaring for the feelings of others and a pretty rubbish friend. She expects everyone to be there for her without ever being there, genuinely there, in return, and her behaviour had me in anguish and horror- I couldn’t understand how anyone could possibly stand someone so nasty, and yet she had… many men trailing her. The most popular boys, the ones the other girls all mooned after- and they all saw her and said “Yes, here is someone who is genuine and nice.” It feels, in retrospect, like a daydream of a diary, not real fiction. And another thing about the gaggle of boys she fell for (okay there were three but STILL) and who never seemed able to give up on her fully? All except one were worryingly older than Georgia. One was at least 17-18+ when she was 14. One would’ve been 19 minimum when she was 15-16, though I’d guess more like 21+, and no one ever said “Georgia, this isn’t safe/wise/creepy in any way, is it?” She thought it was great. Her friends thought it was great. Her mum loved it. Her dad wasn’t overly involved but I don’t recall any warnings there, either. She was sneaking out. She was going out in the early hours of the morning. She was not only underage, but immature and easily led, and it infuriates me that not once in any form was it seem as potentially harmful for her to have these relationships. No. It was seem as admirable.
Aside from my annoyances and frustrations with the plot + characters, the thing that kept me reading? The humor. It doesn’t, in any way, negate all the other things, but it had me laughing, snorting and cheerful, with the bizarre, ludicrous, hilarious situations that Georgia and Co. got up to/fell into.
The stars were, of course, Angus, Libby and, later on, Gordy, who were humorously odd and strangely endearing, even if I’d pelt away with all my power if I met any of them in real life.
Also, have to mention my utter loathing for Dave the laugh, who I dubbed Dave the idiot and some other less kind names. He cheats. Georgia cheats. They all cheat! And it’s lovely.
He and Georgia, really, are as horrible as each other.
Rating: This is the worst possible time for an explosion.
In most of my entries for each book, after I’d finished them, my feelings were generally sumarised by “Georgiaaaaaaa” or “Georgia noooooooo”.