Louise Rennison’s Georgia Nicolson books are like magic: even when I’m in a rotten mood and I’m convinced my life as turned to “poo,” I just polish ofLouise Rennison’s Georgia Nicolson books are like magic: even when I’m in a rotten mood and I’m convinced my life as turned to “poo,” I just polish off another book in the series and I’m back to feeling fabbity fab. Anyway, enough about me. Let’s get to the book.
In this fourth installment of The Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series, we find Georgia in her usual multifaceted state. She and the Sex God are reunited after his brief tour with The Stiff Dylans, and she begins her new life as a “celebrity widow.” She dutifully attends his rehearsals and bops her head to the music while applying nail polish. She dances in front of possible talent spotters---or, um, not to hilarious effect. She bops her head even when music isn’t playing and draws a lot of strange looks. She puts her foot through the bass drum and wonders if all this is a sign she may be the”Yoko Ono of the Stiff Dylans.” [Please don’t hate me if that isn’t the exact quote. I just want to make it clear that I didn’t come up with the brilliant metaphor. That was all Rennison.]
Angus is admiring his love, the now pregnant, Naomi from afar. Georgia insists he was snipped before Naomi got pregnant, but wonders if the kittens could bring another kind of Christmas Miracle.
As always, Georgia has doubts because she’s a very “empathetic and caring person.” She wonders if her relationship with the Sex God is meant to be. Can she really see herself as a celebrity widow for life even if it means following the Sex God everywhere and being seen in public with the Sex God? She’s also very concerned about the relationship between Ellen and Dave the Laugh. It’s so obvious they aren’t right for each other . . . just because.
If you’re feeling down, I definitely recommend adding some Georgia to your life. This series would be even more perfect if they created an app that generated a random Georgia-ism every ten minutes....more
David is inexperienced with girls. When his father takes on a psychiatric patient named Zelda, meeting her is beyond out of this world. As it turns ouDavid is inexperienced with girls. When his father takes on a psychiatric patient named Zelda, meeting her is beyond out of this world. As it turns out, Zelda is from out of this world---from an Amazonian planet called Vahalal, to be exact. Why has she traveled across the galaxy to the relatively primitive planet Earth? She wants to bond with her soulmate who is none other than Johnny Depp.
Actually, she's not 100% sure Johnny is a match. She needs to "sample" men to be sure they are a match for her; her sampling method is French kissing them. Since the book is set in Paris,France, I guess that isn't so shocking.
While I don't think How I Stole Johnny Depp's Alien Girlfriendwill offer much insight into the universe or humanity as we know it, (except for the fact that Johnny's appeal is truly universal), it is a delightful read. I couldn't put it down and I kept poking my husband in the middle of the night to read passages aloud because they were too good to keep to myself....more
Homeownership is tough, but renovating a house yourself, especially if you’re one of those wimpy grad student types? That’s just insane. I wouldn’t want to do it, but it’s so much fun to read about!
Matt and his wife, Janae, decide that they need to start doing grown-up things. They’ve bounced from one degree to another, and now they are in Salt Lake City, UT, surrounded by responsibility, domesticity and people who believe caffeine is the devil. Living in an apartment with their dog, Maggie, and cat, Skillet, just doesn’t seem right anymore. Yet another sign they should buy? Matt’s recently widowed grandpa gets sloshed one night and not only tells Matt about a remnant of his midlife crisis (aka Tonya) he has an obsessive relationship with, but also shares that he would love to help Matt and Janae buy their first house. As if Matt needed another sign: he sees a house go on the market it in a nice neighborhood and it’s dirt cheap. Of course, in the land of homeownership, you often get what you pay for and this isn’t one of those exceptions.
Armed with a vision of what the place could look like, advice and flooring installation classes, and a butt-load of beer and pizza, Matt and Janae gut the inside of what used to be the neighborhood crackhouse and turn it into a beautiful home. Along the way, Matt also comes to terms what it means to him to be a good husband, and to take pride in a job well done.
Adventures in home renovation aside, Sugarhouse is also packed with family drama, toilet humor, and (my favorite) an icy pet water rescue--yes, it’s in there.
If you’re thinking of buying your first home, this book might be too scary for you, but for anyone else, I highly recommend it....more
Georgia and her huge cat, Angus, are back again for more fabbity fab fab fun. The Sex God aka Robbie and Georgia are still going strong, but Georgia sGeorgia and her huge cat, Angus, are back again for more fabbity fab fab fun. The Sex God aka Robbie and Georgia are still going strong, but Georgia still feels a bit awkward in her new role of GF of a sex god. So many questions still need answers: to lippy or not to lippy? What do you do when your bf's band is playing and you're by the stage? Is it ok to randomly kiss your ex? Uh oh.
No mysteries of life here, but for Georgia's fans, this third installment will not disappoint....more
I'm not sure why, but my reading list took an unexpectedly morbid turn this month. Previously, I reviewed The Rules of Inheritance, a lovely, but seriI'm not sure why, but my reading list took an unexpectedly morbid turn this month. Previously, I reviewed The Rules of Inheritance, a lovely, but serious look at the grieving process, and now, I'm reviewing another book that deals with what happens when we shake off this mortal coil.
You know what really stinks about being a dinosaur? All your friends are dead. It basically goes on like that with different characters--pirates, a tree whose friend is now part of someone's living room set, etc. Repetitive? Perhaps. Entertaining? Oh yes.
I think I may need to take this little book to work with me so I can glance at it for those quick giggles when I'm feeling down. All My Friends are Dead has been hyped a lot, but it's worth the hype and the 10 minutes it takes to read. Now I may have to try Go the Fuck to Sleep....more
As fans of my blog already know, I love certain crafts. I can't say I've ever been a huge fan of crafts that involve taking those extra things from arAs fans of my blog already know, I love certain crafts. I can't say I've ever been a huge fan of crafts that involve taking those extra things from around the house (or buying stuff some strange people still keep around the house---sugar cubes, for example) and making them into something even weirder than they already are. In other words: one time through elementary school was enough for me.
On a side note, I had to special order this book at my local indie because they claimed when they first got it in, they couldn't sell it. Okay, I'll admit that it's not the sort of humor book you would sit down and read cover to cover. It's more of a book for those days when you just want to read a chapter or two of something that will help you hate the world a little less that day. The chapter on "Making Love" is priceless! That alone is worth the price of the paperback. There's an entire page dedicated to "beautifying your pleasure patch", and the pictures are not to be missed. Other not-to-be-missed pics: Amy Sedaris demonstrating pre-craft stretching exercises before the all important safety section....more