Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas AER
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As I was going out of my bedroom door I remembered my nungas. Perhaps I should take some precautions to keep them under strict control. Maybe bits of Sellotape on the ends of them to keep them from doing anything alarming? I'd like to trust them, but they are very unreliable. The irrepressible heroine of the Michael L. Printz Honor Book Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging is back, and funnier than ever! Georgia has finally landed Robbie the Sex God, but he's never around, and Georgia's ex, Dave the Laugh, is starting to look quite dreamy. Strangely, so does just about every other guy Georgia meets, even the new French teacher. In this third installment of Georgia's hilarious confessions, Georgia's "red bottomosity" is out of control! Whatever will happen next?
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Critical Praise for
Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas AER
“For those who already know and love Georgia, only one word is necessary: more…Rennison consistently displays a near-perfect sense of comic timing.”
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Kirkus Reviews
“Readers who became addicted to Georgia’s hilarious reflections will not be disappointed…Teens will identify with Georgia’s competing emotions even as they laugh their way through every situation.”
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Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Irrepressible…A wonderfully comic romp.”
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KLIATT
“Wildly funny…those looking for a lark will enjoy spending time with this cheeky lass.”
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Horn Book Magazine
“For those who already know and love Georgia, only one word is necessary: more.”
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Kirkus Reviews
“Readers who became addicted to Georgia’s hilarious reflections will not be disappointed. Teens will laugh their way through every situation.”
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Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas
As I was going out of my bedroom door I remembered my nungas. Perhaps I should take some precautions to keep them under strict control. Maybe bits of Sellotape on the ends of them to keep them from doing anything alarming? I'd like to trust them, but they are very unreliable. The irrepressible...
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