Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers (Confessions of Georgia Nicolson Series #6) [NOOK Book]

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Let the overseas snogfest begin!

Georgia and Jas are off to Hamburger-a-gogo land! Georgia plans to track down Masimo, the Italian-American dreamboat, but after a long week in America, she only succeeds in learning importantish things -- like how to ride a bucking bronco. Will Georgia reel in the Italian dreamboat? Or is she destined to live forever all aloney on her owney?

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Let the overseas snogfest begin!

Georgia and Jas are off to Hamburger-a-gogo land! Georgia plans to track down Masimo, the Italian-American dreamboat, but after a long week in America, she only succeeds in learning importantish things -- like how to ride a bucking bronco. Will Georgia reel in the Italian dreamboat? Or is she destined to live forever all aloney on her owney?

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Publishers Weekly
Just when readers thought Georgia Nicolson had told all, she's back, with Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers: More Mad, Marvy Confessions of Georgia Nicolson by Louise Rennison. For Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging, the book that started it all, PW wrote in a starred review, "Rennison exquisitely captures the fine art of the adolescent ability to turn chaos into stand-up comedy." And teens will be delighted to discover that her talents simply sharpen with time. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
What person has these characteristics: crazed, fun-loving, honest, funny, obsessed, dramatic, and overzealous? Meet Georgia Nicolson your typical teenager. She is obsessed with traveling to Hamburger-a-gogo-land because she is in luuuuurve (love). First, she must convince her parents to permit her best friend Jas to go with her. Then she must figure out where Masimo, her "love god" is. Traveling to Memphis, she has to figure out how to get to Manhattan. Let down and broken-hearted, Georgia returns without Masimo. Masimo returns to Wet Lindsay, and Georgia's saga continues. How will she get Masimo to like her? In the minute-to-minute revelations of Georgia's ramblings and her life, readers are left with a diary-like account of her life. The story is real. The story is funny. The story is her voice. The sixth title in the series, many main characters are back for another round. There is also an index of terms for readers new to the series. As an added feature, the is an included CD. 2005, Harpertempest/Harper Collins, Ages 12 up.
—Kelly Grebinoski
KLIATT
To quote from the review of the hardcover in KLIATT, July 2005: Hooray, Georgia is back! Or as she might put it, "beyond fabby!" and "wowzee wow!"; she might even do her famous disco inferno dance. The teenage British star of Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging and other volumes in the hilarious diaries detailing her wacky adventures with boys, friends, and family (loons all) is off to Hamburger-a-gogo land (the USA) in this sixth entry in the series. Along with her best friend Jaz, Georgia and family head for Memphis, mere inches (on the map, anyway) away from the Luuurve God, handsome Masimo, who is in Manhattan. Georgia never does manage to run into him, but she does find America wonderfully strange and amusing. (The feeling is mutual.) Back in England, Georgia finds herself in a "ditherousity of love," juggling suitors and fending off her rival, Wet Lindsay, as well as dealing with shoes so small they end up having to be cut off her feet?—?not to mention coping with her embarrassing parents and little sister, and her vicious cats who eat her boy entrancers (false eyelashes). Luckily, Georgia learns to speak her mind, even if it's in her own unique and wildly funny argot. A glossary at the end will help readers translate. Another treat for Georgia's many fans. KLIATT Codes: JS*—Exceptional book, recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2005, HarperTempest, 311p., Ages 12 to 18.
—Paula Rohrlick
School Library Journal
Gr 7-9-Georgia Nicolson's life is full of drama and trauma, and no one seems to understand-not Mutti, not Vati, not her best friend, Jas. Georgia's family is off for the uncharted reaches of Hamburger-a-gogo-land, and she is sure she will see her crush, Masimo, there. Her family will be visiting Memphis, but surely Manhattan isn't far? And it shouldn't be difficult to track down a family called Scarlotti in Manhattan, right? When the Nicholsons return home, Masimo unseen, Georgia is sad. She is truly heartbroken, however, when he comes back and seems more interested in Wet Lindsay than in Georgia herself. This is not a stand-alone title; some of the situations are better understood by knowing the vast and storied history that is Georgia's life-her hatred for Wet Lindsay, for example, and her past with the former Sex God, Robbie. Favorite characters are back, including Dave the Laugh, Mad Libby, and Angus. Georgia and Company share a common language full of made-up words and some British slang (there's a glossary in the back full of helpfulosity). While the situations and plot are not unique, Georgia's voice is. Fans will clamor for more and be happy to hear that the open ending leaves a sequel quite likely.-Sarah Couri, New York Public Library Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061975462
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/6/2009
  • Series: Confessions of Georgia Nicolson Series
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 257,812
  • Age range: 13 - 17 Years
  • File size: 506 KB

Meet the Author

Louise Rennison is the internationally bestselling and award-winning author of Withering Tights, A Midsummer Tights Dream, and the angst-filled Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series. She lives in Brighton, the San Francisco of England (apart from the sun, Americans, the Golden Gate Bridge, and earthquakes).

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Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers saturday may 7th
10:05 a.m.

Sun shining like a big yellow shining . . . er, warmey planet on fire thing.

Yesssssssss!

I am quite literally not wandering lonely as a clud, in fact I am treading lightly in the Universe of the Very Nearly Quite Happy.

10:10 a.m.
Something full of miraculosity has happened. My vati, world renowned fool and paid up member of the Big Twit club, has for once in his entire life accidentally done something good. We are going to Hamburger-a-gogo land in two weeks! Honestly.

And guess who is there already? Besides a lot of people in huge psychedelic shorts and that bloke who is half chicken, half colonel. I'll tell you who is there, the Luuurve God is there!!! Masimo, the Italian stallion has gone to visit his olds, leaving me, his new, lurker-free nearly girlfriend back here in Billy Shakespeare land. So he thinks! Imagine how thrilled he will be when I pop up and say "Howdy!" Or whatever it is they say over there.

Let the overseas Snog Fest begin!

10:15 a.m.
The only fly in the ointmosity of life is that Vati is making us go to some crap clown-car convention.

10:20 a.m.
And Uncle Eddie, the baldest man on the planet, is coming with us.

10:25 a.m.
Still, with a bit of luck they will both be arrested for indecent exposure when they don their leather motoring trousers.

10:30 a.m.
Filled with the joie de vivre that is so much a part of my attractive but modest personality, I phoned my bestest pally.

"Jas, it is mich, yoursehr guttest pally; I am calling you mit wunderbarnews!"

"Oh God. Look, it's only a week till Tom leaves and we were just sorting out my—"

"Jas, I cannot waste time discussing your knicker collection; that is between you and Tom . . . quite literally . . . hahahahaha. Do you get it? Do you get it? Knickers . . . between you and Hunky . . . do you . . ."

But as I should have known from long and tiring experience, it is useless to waste my wit on Jassy. So I cut to my nub and gist.

"I am going to Hamburger-a-gogo land to meet Masimo the Luuurve God of the Universe and Beyond. And back."

"No you're not."

"I am."

"How?"

I explained to Jas about the trip and the "Howdy!" business and everything, but as usual she displayed cold waterosity.

"Where is Masimo going to be in Hamburger-a-gogo land?"

"Ahaha!!!"

"You don't know, do you?'

"Well, not yet, but . . ."

"He could be anywhere."

"I know, but how big can America be???"

"It's huge."

I laughed. Nothing was going to spoil my peachy mood, let alone swotty nit-picking from Ms. Big Pantaloonies.

I said, "Is it as huge as your gym knickers?"

There was silence.

"Jas, come on, be happy for me."

"It's all very well for you, you can just fancy anyone, but it's different with Tom and me—he's off to Kiwi-a-gogo and I will be left here all on my owney."

Oh good grief.

Hunky is going to the Land of the Big White Clots for only a couple of weeks, but I am still going to have to listen to her moaning and rambling on about the twig-collecting years. However, before she could start raving on about mollusks and cuckoo spit, I had a flash of inspirationosity.

"Jas, listen, I have a plan of such geniosity that I have even surprised myself, and might give myself some sort of award."

She didn't even say "What is it?" There was just silence.

I said, "Aren't you even going to ask me what it is, Jas?"

"It's bound to be stupid."

"Oh cheers, thanks a lot. Well, I won't bother you with it, then. Even though it involves you and your happiness and is très bon and also vair vair gut. Au revoir. Bonne chance."

And I put the phone down. Even Jas cannot spoil my mood. Lalalalalalala.



11:00 a.m.
Better start planning my wardrobe for the Luuurve trail. What do the Hamburgese wear? Cowboy hats, I suppose.

11:10 a.m.
From what I hear, the Hamburgese are a bit strict hygiene-wise. It is to be hoped the customs man doesn't glance inside Libby's bag and find her nighttime blankie, otherwise we will all be buggered.

Oh, so many things to worry about, I think I will have a little zizz to relax myself and then plan my cosmetic routine.

11:11 a.m.
Fat chance.

"Gingey! Gingey, it's meeeeeeee!!! I have just been to the lavatreeeeee!"

My darling sister has kicked open my bedroom door. Hurrah.

11:13 a.m.
Oh good, and she has her "fwends" with her, Scuba Diving Barbie, Charlie Horse, a parsnip and cross-eyed Gordy. Gordy is under house arrest because he has not had the immunization injections he needs before he is set loose into the wild jungle world of our street. I'd like to see the germ hard enough to take him on.

As they all snuggled comfortably into my bed the phone rang downstairs and Dad answered it.

Vati yelled up: "Georgia, quickly, one of your mates wants to talk rubbish with you for an hour or two on her father's phone."

He has not got the flare of charm, my vati; but on the other hand, what he has got are my tickets to paradise. I must remember that, however ludicrous he is, he has bought me a passage to the Luuurve machine.

Masimo-a-gogo!!!

I shouted down: "Thank you, Papa, I'll be down immediately and perhaps later I will entertain you with my piano playing."

We haven't got a piano, but it is the thought that counts.

11:15 a.m.
It was Jazzy Spazzy . . . tee-hee. I knew she would crumble and want to know my plan.

I said, "So, now do you want to know what my plan is?"

"If you like."

"No, Jas, you are still not showing enthusiosity. Try harder."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can: gird your loins and so on, laugh and the world laughs at you. Come on, you do really want to know my plan, especially as it concerns you, my little hairy pally."

"I'm not hairy."

"Have it your own way, but don't go near any circuses."

"Shut up. Go on, then, tell me your plan. Although unless you are going to give me the money to go to Kiwi-a-gogo with Tom, I don't—"

"Jas, forget about Hunky, he will be too busy lying around in streams with Robbie and hugging marsupials to get up to anything. This is about you and me on the road."

"What road?"

"OK, this is it: when I go to Hamburger-a-gogo . . . you come with me! Do you see??? Driving across America, you and me. We will be like Thelma and Louise!!!"

"We're not called Thelma and Louise."

"I know that, I am just saying we will be LIKE THEM"

"And we're not American."

"I know that, but I—"

"And neither of us can drive."

Oh dear God.

I said, "Jas, your spaceship has arrived; please get in."

12:00 p.m.
Finally Jas has perked up. She wants to come to Hamburger-a-gogo land A LOT. So now all we have to do is get our parents to let us. We have a two-pronged plan.

Prong One is a charm offensive on our muttis and vatis to persuade them to let Jas come to America with me. (And also to give her sqillions of squids for spenderoonies.) We are going to be really nice and sweet and listen to them ramble on about the Beatles. I've been practicing my pleading and they would have to be made of stone not to give me the entire contents of their wallets. However, if that fails and they say no, we launch Prong Two: Relentless Moaning. You know the kind of thing.

"All my other friends are allowed to take a mate on holiday with them. How come I am the ONLY person in the Universe who is not allowed to take a mate on holiday? Why is it just me? Why? Why oh why oh why?"

"Why?"

"It is sooo unfair."

"Why?"

9:10 p.m.
Outside the front-room door.

Right, this is it. I had my old Teletubbies jimjams on for maximosity on the lovablenosity front.

Mutti and Vati were on the sofa curled round each other, I could clearly see Mum's knickers. Erlack. And the curtains were open, anyone could see in. A fat bloke passing by might think it was a brothel for the porkier gentlemen. I was going to say that, but then I remembered my prongs. So I said, "Good evening, Mother, Father."

Vati said, "How much?" without even looking at me. I laughed attractively.

"Oh, Papa, this is not a material matter, it is to do with friendship and love and—"

Mum said, "I don't care how many of your friends have had their navels pierced; you are not."

"But I—"

But she was still rambling on.

"Ditto tattoos."

"But I . . . "

Vati joined in.

"And no, you cannot have a flat in Paris and a manservant to help with your homework."

Oh, how I nearly laughed. Not. I thought about telling Dad that Rosie said he looked like a brothel madam in his flying helmet and leather jacket, but then I remembered my charm prong and forced a little grin to play around my mouth.

"You two!!! Always kidding about, you cheeky minxes! Anyway, all it is really is that, well, you know, Jas is all miz because of Tom going to Kiwi-a-gogo and, well . . . You know she is my pal, and . . . well, it would be nice for me if you know . . . Anyway, can she?"

Vati said, "Can she what? Move in? Levitate? What?"

I bit the whatsit.

"Can she come with us to Hamburger-a-gogo land?"

10:00 p.m.
Both of our parents have said yes. Unbelievable. Actually, I am not that amazed that Jas's parents said yes because they are on the whole not entirely mad. But my parents? Weird.

It is a miracle for which I would normally thank Jesus—he does seem to be coming up trumps lately. Sending me a replacement Luuurve God after Robbie went off to Kiwi-a-gogo land to snog possums and so on. As I say, I would normally thank him personally by laying gifts at his feet—or foot, actually, because one of his feet snapped off—however, there is a bit of a problem. Libby has been rifling around in my room and she has nicked my statue of him. I'm afraid Jesus is not quite himself since. The last time I saw him he had a frock on and Libby was calling him Sandra, Barbie's new bestest pal.

I don't think God will hold it against us, as he is, after all, a merciful God.

10:10 p.m.
Unless you happen to be that snake in the Garden of Eden. Snakey only asked "Anyone fancy a bit of apple?" and then God made him crawl around on his belly for eternity. Seems a bit harsh. (Although, as I pointed out to Miss Wilson in our interesting talks in R.E., if you were a snake in the first place being made to crawl around on your belly for the rest of your days doesn't actually seem that bad. Almost like being a snake in fact. I mean this with all reverencosity. I just have a lively mind.)

Oooohhhhh, I am so excited I can't wait to tell the ace gang.

I even kissed my own father AGAIN. This is twice in two days. I must be a bit feverish.

In my bedroom
Libby, Gordy, Sandra and Barbie are all snoozing. They look so lovely and cozy. Our Lord, now heavily rouged, is next to Libby's feet. I don't know why she likes to sleep upside down. Perhaps because it is very scary waking up to see Gordy looking cross-eyed at you.

I looked out the window as I did my alternate-nostril breathing.

It is vair vair calming. You pinch one nostril closed and then breathe in through the other one and then hold your breath and then let the pinched up one go and breathe out of that. And then you . . . well, anyway, all I can say is that Lord Buddha did it and he didn't just do it for nothing.

one minute later
I hope it is not like body-building. I don't want to be really calm and have massive nostrils.

two minutes later
For once Mr. Next Door has done something nice. He has built a sort of anti-cat fence on the top of his wall made out of barbed wire. Angus will really like it. He gets a bit bored with leaping down onto the Prat Poodles and riding them round. He is the sort of cat who needs a bit of a challenge.

ive minutes later
Oh, here comes Supercat with Naomi. As usual with his head up her bottom.

one minute later
Aha! He has removed his head and he has seen the new fencey. He luuurves the fencey.

four minutes later
Old Nimble Paws did this beyond-fabby thing. He did a vertical jump! From standing on the wall he just shot straight up in the air and over the fence.

five minutes later
Angus is really getting into it now. He leaps over the anti-cat fence and then comes back into our garden by hurling himself through Mr. Next Door's rhododendron bush.

Excellent! He has made it into a track-and-field event. It is quite literally the Cat Olympics.

five minutes later
I would prefer it if Naomi stuck to the usual giving of medals ceremony rather than licking Angus's trouser-snake area, but there you are—that is appalling furry tarts for you.

Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers. Copyright © by Louise Rennison. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers
More Mad, Marvy Confessions of Georgia Nicolsonsaturday may 7th
10:05 a.m.

Sun shining like a big yellow shining . . . er, warmey planet on fire thing.

Yesssssssss!

I am quite literally not wandering lonely as a clud, in fact I am treading lightly in the Universe of the Very Nearly Quite Happy.

10:10 a.m.
Something full of miraculosity has happened. My vati, world renowned fool and paid up member of the Big Twit club, has for once in his entire life accidentally done something good. We are going to Hamburger-a-gogo land in two weeks! Honestly.

And guess who is there already? Besides a lot of people in huge psychedelic shorts and that bloke who is half chicken, half colonel. I'll tell you who is there, the Luuurve God is there!!! Masimo, the Italian stallion has gone to visit his olds, leaving me, his new, lurker-free nearly girlfriend back here in Billy Shakespeare land. So he thinks! Imagine how thrilled he will be when I pop up and say "Howdy!" Or whatever it is they say over there.

Let the overseas Snog Fest begin!

10:15 a.m.
The only fly in the ointmosity of life is that Vati is making us go to some crap clown-car convention.

10:20 a.m.
And Uncle Eddie, the baldest man on the planet, is coming with us.

10:25 a.m.
Still, with a bit of luck they will both be arrested for indecent exposure when they don their leather motoring trousers.

10:30 a.m.
Filled with the joie de vivre that is so much a part of my attractive but modest personality, I phoned my bestest pally.

"Jas, it is mich, your sehr guttest pally; I am calling you mit wunderbarnews!"

"Oh God. Look, it's only a week till Tom leaves and we were just sorting out my—"

"Jas, I cannot waste time discussing your knicker collection; that is between you and Tom . . . quite literally . . . hahahahaha. Do you get it? Do you get it? Knickers . . . between you and Hunky . . . do you . . ."

But as I should have known from long and tiring experience, it is useless to waste my wit on Jassy. So I cut to my nub and gist.

"I am going to Hamburger-a-gogo land to meet Masimo the Luuurve God of the Universe and Beyond. And back."

"No you're not."

"I am."

"How?"

I explained to Jas about the trip and the "Howdy!" business and everything, but as usual she displayed cold waterosity.

"Where is Masimo going to be in Hamburger-a-gogo land?"

"Ahaha!!!"

"You don't know, do you?'

"Well, not yet, but . . ."

"He could be anywhere."

"I know, but how big can America be???"

"It's huge."

I laughed. Nothing was going to spoil my peachy mood, let alone swotty nit-picking from Ms. Big Pantaloonies.

I said, "Is it as huge as your gym knickers?"

There was silence.

"Jas, come on, be happy for me."

"It's all very well for you, you can just fancy anyone, but it's different with Tom and me—he's off to Kiwi-a-gogo and I will be left here all on my owney."

Oh good grief.

Hunky is going to the Land of the Big White Clots for only a couple of weeks, but I am still going to have to listen to her moaning and rambling on about the twig-collecting years. However, before she could start raving on about mollusks and cuckoo spit, I had a flash of inspirationosity.

"Jas, listen, I have a plan of such geniosity that I have even surprised myself, and might give myself some sort of award."

She didn't even say "What is it?" There was just silence.

I said, "Aren't you even going to ask me what it is, Jas?"

"It's bound to be stupid."

"Oh cheers, thanks a lot. Well, I won't bother you with it, then. Even though it involves you and your happiness and is très bon and also vair vair gut. Au revoir. Bonne chance."

And I put the phone down. Even Jas cannot spoil my mood. Lalalalalalala.



11:00 a.m.
Better start planning my wardrobe for the Luuurve trail. What do the Hamburgese wear? Cowboy hats, I suppose.

11:10 a.m.
From what I hear, the Hamburgese are a bit strict hygiene-wise. It is to be hoped the customs man doesn't glance inside Libby's bag and find her nighttime blankie, otherwise we will all be buggered.

Oh, so many things to worry about, I think I will have a little zizz to relax myself and then plan my cosmetic routine.

11:11 a.m.
Fat chance.

"Gingey! Gingey, it's meeeeeeee!!! I have just been to the lavatreeeeee!"

My darling sister has kicked open my bedroom door. Hurrah.

11:13 a.m.
Oh good, and she has her "fwends" with her, Scuba Diving Barbie, Charlie Horse, a parsnip and cross-eyed Gordy. Gordy is under house arrest because he has not had the immunization injections he needs before he is set loose into the wild jungle world of our street. I'd like to see the germ hard enough to take him on.

As they all snuggled comfortably into my bed the phone rang downstairs and Dad answered it.

Vati yelled up: "Georgia, quickly, one of your mates wants to talk rubbish with you for an hour or two on her father's phone."

He has not got the flare of charm, my vati; but on the other hand, what he has got are my tickets to paradise. I must remember that, however ludicrous he is, he has bought me a passage to the Luuurve machine.

Masimo-a-gogo!!!

I shouted down: "Thank you, Papa, I'll be down immediately and perhaps later I will entertain you with my piano playing."

We haven't got a piano, but it is the thought that counts.

11:15 a.m.
It was Jazzy Spazzy . . . tee-hee. I knew she would crumble and want to know my plan.

I said, "So, now do you want to know what my plan is?"

"If you like."

"No, Jas, you are still not showing enthusiosity. Try harder."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can: gird your loins and so on, laugh and the world laughs at you. Come on, you do really want to know my plan, especially as it concerns you, my little hairy pally."

"I'm not hairy."

"Have it your own way, but don't go near any circuses."

"Shut up. Go on, then, tell me your plan. Although unless you are going to give me the money to go to Kiwi-a-gogo with Tom, I don't—"

"Jas, forget about Hunky, he will be too busy lying around in streams with Robbie and hugging marsupials to get up to anything. This is about you and me on the road."

"What road?"

"OK, this is it: when I go to Hamburger-a-gogo . . . you come with me! Do you see??? Driving across America, you and me. We will be like Thelma and Louise!!!"

"We're not called Thelma and Louise."

"I know that, I am just saying we will be LIKE THEM"

"And we're not American."

"I know that, but I—"

"And neither of us can drive."

Oh dear God.

I said, "Jas, your spaceship has arrived; please get in."

12:00 p.m.
Finally Jas has perked up. She wants to come to Hamburger-a-gogo land A LOT. So now all we have to do is get our parents to let us. We have a two-pronged plan.

Prong One is a charm offensive on our muttis and vatis to persuade them to let Jas come to America with me. (And also to give her sqillions of squids for spenderoonies.) We are going to be really nice and sweet and listen to them ramble on about the Beatles. I've been practicing my pleading and they would have to be made of stone not to give me the entire contents of their wallets. However, if that fails and they say no, we launch Prong Two: Relentless Moaning. You know the kind of thing.

"All my other friends are allowed to take a mate on holiday with them. How come I am the ONLY person in the Universe who is not allowed to take a mate on holiday? Why is it just me? Why? Why oh why oh why?"

"Why?"

"It is sooo unfair."

"Why?"

9:10 p.m.
Outside the front-room door.

Right, this is it. I had my old Teletubbies jimjams on for maximosity on the lovablenosity front.

Mutti and Vati were on the sofa curled round each other, I could clearly see Mum's knickers. Erlack. And the curtains were open, anyone could see in. A fat bloke passing by might think it was a brothel for the porkier gentlemen. I was going to say that, but then I remembered my prongs. So I said, "Good evening, Mother, Father."

Vati said, "How much?" without even looking at me. I laughed attractively.

"Oh, Papa, this is not a material matter, it is to do with friendship and love and—"

Mum said, "I don't care how many of your friends have had their navels pierced; you are not."

"But I—"

But she was still rambling on.

"Ditto tattoos."

"But I . . . "

Vati joined in.

"And no, you cannot have a flat in Paris and a manservant to help with your homework."

Oh, how I nearly laughed. Not. I thought about telling Dad that Rosie said he looked like a brothel madam in his flying helmet and leather jacket, but then I remembered my charm prong and forced a little grin to play around my mouth.

"You two!!! Always kidding about, you cheeky minxes! Anyway, all it is really is that, well, you know, Jas is all miz because of Tom going to Kiwi-a-gogo and, well . . . You know she is my pal, and . . . well, it would be nice for me if you know . . . Anyway, can she?"

Vati said, "Can she what? Move in? Levitate? What?"

I bit the whatsit.

"Can she come with us to Hamburger-a-gogo land?"

10:00 p.m.
Both of our parents have said yes. Unbelievable. Actually, I am not that amazed that Jas's parents said yes because they are on the whole not entirely mad. But my parents? Weird.

It is a miracle for which I would normally thank Jesus—he does seem to be coming up trumps lately. Sending me a replacement Luuurve God after Robbie went off to Kiwi-a-gogo land to snog possums and so on. As I say, I would normally thank him personally by laying gifts at his feet—or foot, actually, because one of his feet snapped off—however, there is a bit of a problem. Libby has been rifling around in my room and she has nicked my statue of him. I'm afraid Jesus is not quite himself since. The last time I saw him he had a frock on and Libby was calling him Sandra, Barbie's new bestest pal.

I don't think God will hold it against us, as he is, after all, a merciful God.

10:10 p.m.
Unless you happen to be that snake in the Garden of Eden. Snakey only asked "Anyone fancy a bit of apple?" and then God made him crawl around on his belly for eternity. Seems a bit harsh. (Although, as I pointed out to Miss Wilson in our interesting talks in R.E., if you were a snake in the first place being made to crawl around on your belly for the rest of your days doesn't actually seem that bad. Almost like being a snake in fact. I mean this with all reverencosity. I just have a lively mind.)

Oooohhhhh, I am so excited I can't wait to tell the ace gang.

I even kissed my own father AGAIN. This is twice in two days. I must be a bit feverish.

In my bedroom
Libby, Gordy, Sandra and Barbie are all snoozing. They look so lovely and cozy. Our Lord, now heavily rouged, is next to Libby's feet. I don't know why she likes to sleep upside down. Perhaps because it is very scary waking up to see Gordy looking cross-eyed at you.

I looked out the window as I did my alternate-nostril breathing.

It is vair vair calming. You pinch one nostril closed and then breathe in through the other one and then hold your breath and then let the pinched up one go and breathe out of that. And then you . . . well, anyway, all I can say is that Lord Buddha did it and he didn't just do it for nothing.

one minute later
I hope it is not like body-building. I don't want to be really calm and have massive nostrils.

two minutes later
For once Mr. Next Door has done something nice. He has built a sort of anti-cat fence on the top of his wall made out of barbed wire. Angus will really like it. He gets a bit bored with leaping down onto the Prat Poodles and riding them round. He is the sort of cat who needs a bit of a challenge.

ive minutes later
Oh, here comes Supercat with Naomi. As usual with his head up her bottom.

one minute later
Aha! He has removed his head and he has seen the new fencey. He luuurves the fencey.

four minutes later
Old Nimble Paws did this beyond-fabby thing. He did a vertical jump! From standing on the wall he just shot straight up in the air and over the fence.

five minutes later
Angus is really getting into it now. He leaps over the anti-cat fence and then comes back into our garden by hurling himself through Mr. Next Door's rhododendron bush.

Excellent! He has made it into a track-and-field event. It is quite literally the Cat Olympics.

five minutes later
I would prefer it if Naomi stuck to the usual giving of medals ceremony rather than licking Angus's trouser-snake area, but there you are—that is appalling furry tarts for you.

Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers
More Mad, Marvy Confessions of Georgia Nicolson
. Copyright © by Louise Rennison. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Posted September 29, 2009

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    Then he ate my boy entrancers!!!

    Ok I know what your thinking, what in the world are boy entrancers? Well thats the same question I asked when I picked up this book. Then he ate my boy entrancers is the 6th book of the hillarious series based on the confessions of a teenage british girl named Georgia Nicolson. When I began reading the series I was confused by all the british words, (since its written like a british girls confessions) but after awile of reading you understand, so don't worry if you don't get what words mean at first, there's a helpful glossery in the back of the book. This book is the kind of book that when your having a depressing day, you can come home and cheer yourself up with these funny books(trust me it works). So its probably not the most serious book, but its a book for teens and young adults just to read for fun. So still asking what boy entrancers are, and who ate them? Then pick up this funny book series and find out!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2008

    MORE GREAT LAUGHS!

    This book, number 6 in the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series, is one of the funniest. If I had to pick, I'd say number and number 6 are the best of them all. With this book, I was laughing so hard, I had to stop, put the book down and hold my belly, wipe my tears. It's hysterically hilarious. Georgia and her mad family cross the Atlantic to visit Hamburger-a-gogo land (U.S.). Back in Britain, she's out to entice a love god. Really, really funny.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2007

    Then he ate my boy entrancers

    This book is about a young group of girls who is totally obsest with boys.This book is written in third person format. One of these young girl is longing for one guy in particular his name is masimo or 'italian stallion' Well she didn't know if Masimo really liked her or not so she just kinda kept her distance while this girl named wet Lindsey took over Masimo. But one day Masimo went over her house and he asked her dad if she could take her out on a date, her dad said yes so they went out and masimo took her out for pizza , and they went for a walk under the stars. Now that I have given you an idea about this book you will have to read it to find out the end. I think this book could have had a better ending but since it is a series I think I have an idea of why they leave you hanging like that. This book would be great for people who like to read diary format, and who like romance series. This book is also about the Ace Gang and the adventures they have with boys and or boyfriends.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2012

    Lightmist

    Awesome.

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    Posted April 23, 2012

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    Hello

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2012

    Thorn

    Omg! Its lightmist! Remember me? I disappered for awhile..... (if u remember me as a tom u die. ;)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2012

    Scourge

    Hello?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2006

    B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!!!!

    i must say that the book was the most disappointing out of the whole series. first of all, it was too long, and it went on about a whole bunch of nothing. it really took TOO long to get to the point. and at the end, Masimo just told her that he needs some time. what was the point of reading the book if it was just going to end like that?!? personally, Goergia is a little immature and she REALLY needs to grow up. a huge disappoinment for me and it was really a waste of money.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2006

    this book is phycologically, antimologyly, danacridigly, coolinessety, freakadissedy AWESOME

    America and London are two different worlds. The people speak differently, eat differently, and drive on different sides of the road. So it¿s a big transition when someone from either country goes to visit the other one. Then He Ate my Boy Enrancers, by Louise Rennison, is the sixth in the Georgia Nicolson Series, which was kicked off by Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging.. In this teen- fiction story, British 16 year-old Georgia Nicolson travels to America. She¿s not exactly what you call a typical teenager, as she makes up creative words, such as ¿hamburger-a-gogo land¿ (America), and loves getting into trouble. Despite her outgoing and comical personality, Georgia may have trouble keeping her wacky family in line. Vati, her loony father, has Georgia begging him not to wear his overalls in public. There is also Mutti, (her mother), and Uncle Eddie, who humiliate her at any given moment. Her 4-year old sister, Libby, is just as crazy as all the rest of them and emphatically loves to sing, er, interesting songs. Thank god Georgia¿s best friend, Jas, is also tagging along. She may regularly complain about missing her boyfriend and have annoying bangs, but she is the sanest person accompanying Georgia on this trip. The good news is, Masimo, gorgeous Italian-American singer of the band, The Stiff Dylans and Georgia¿s nearly boyfriend, is visiting his family in Manhattan. He thinks Georgia is still back in London, so imagine his expression when she pops up out of nowhere and says hello! This, however, may be a bit more difficult to achieve then Georgia pictured¿¿ Georgia and her friends were hysterical! I couldn¿t stop laughing the entire time I was reading. The language and expressions used in this novel were an original blend of British slang and creatively made-up words. I also found that the characters were all well-developed, and of course, hilarious. I appreciate the way Rennison put together a diverse cast of characters. Their personalities were all varied and unique. I especially liked Georgia¿s cats, Angus and Gordy. They were the most psychotic animals I have ever heard of, and I loved to read about their comedic antics. They were relentlessly torturing the poodles next door and decimating Georgia¿s stockings. I think it was amusing how nobody had any control over them whatsoever. Furthermore, you could always powerfully hear Georgia¿s voice. She sounded like an actual 16-year old. I felt like I was there with Georgia in every situation, comprehending every thought that went through her head. I recommend this book to fans of teen-fiction authors that incorporate comedy into their stories. Abstain from reading this book in public areas, as sudden explosive laughter is imminent!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2006

    The plain DISAPPOINTING

    This book is the most boring book I have ever read. You have no clue whats going on and it just was plain bad and I hope you do not waste your money on it like me. And if I could have given it zero I would have!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2006

    Three Times Fabbity Fab!

    Brillo book. I luuurved it a lot. It was as if I had a growth on my hands, that being it, for the time I was reading it. I couldn't put it down. I was laughing my head off at all the mad things Libby said and was vair depressed times three when I had finished it. One of my favourite books by far!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2006

    Very cool!

    I just finished reading Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers, and i luurrrvveed it! I have read all the books so far and i thought this book was definatley one of the best ones! All the drama that Georgia was in with Dave and Masimo was very interesting, it kept me turning the pages! I love how Georgia is growing up more in this book than the others books... she is showing more maturiosity!! Being 18, i can still relate to her alot! This is a great book and i can't wait to read the next book to find out what Masimo decides!... and to find out if there really is anything between him and Wet Lindsay(?)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2006

    THEN HE ATE MY BOY ENTRANCERS, AND THEN WHAT?

    I honestly loved the book, but the way it ended almost made me cry just because it was over. I seriously hope that the next of the series is coming soon! All of Rennison's books are amazing. I recommend everyone reads them all in the right order or they may get confused with what is going on with Georgia.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2006

    Vair Vair Fabbity Fab!

    This Book was SO much fun! not as hilarious us as some of the others! I picked it up and couldnt put it down! 100 thumbs up! I Lurrve this book and all the others in the series! And there better be a next one! laighing out loud! i just cant get enough of these books! there is nothing funner to do than read this awesome book! By far one of my favorites!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2006

    DOUBLE COOL WITH KNOBS!!!

    I LURRRVE this book!! I hope there will be many more to follow! Georgia's unique personality will continue to amuse me forever! You haven't laughed until you've read this book, you don't know what humor truely is until you read about Georgia.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2006

    book review

    Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers Book Review The second book I read this trimester was called And Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers. This book was by Louise Rennison. It was the latest book in a series of six books. This book is about a girl named Georgia and all of her friends. She is sixteen years old and lives in England. Every minute she has a crush on a new guy! In this book she and her friend Jas, go to America to search for Georgia¿s ¿Italian Love God¿, Massimo. Jas and she get into lots of trouble searching for him and get embarrassed by her parents the whole time. Once the get back Georgia develops a crush on Dave the laugh which has to be kept a secret because her good friend, Ellen has a HUGE crush on Dave the laugh!!! On top of ALL this, Jas and her boyfriend Tom are all upset because Tom is going to New Zealand for a year and of course Jas uses Georgia to tell everything and to cry on and all of that. So Georgia is pretty much in a pickle! I really enjoyed this book, as I did all the others in this series. I liked it because it was both a romance novel and it was really funny and Georgia was a very interesting character. I was able to feel like I was in the book because Georgia acted how I think I do sometimes and she was just really funny and awesome! The author was really great at doing what a teenager would do. The main conflict definitely interested me. There were actually a couple of main conflicts and all of them were very interesting. One of them was Georgia and Jas leaving there friends in England when they went to America, or as they called it, Hamburger-a-go-go land, and meeting new boys in America. Another main conflict in this book was how Georgia developed a crush on Dave the laugh when Ellen likes him. Another was how Robbie sent her a love letter. She thought they were over!!! It made her like him a little bit on top of liking Dave the laugh and Massimo.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2005

    sex bum! sex bum!

    Omg! this book was the greatest! It was, like, just as funny as the others! Wow, I was so into it...I mean, I sat down and read this book til I finished it...it's just that good! I don't know if there already is or will be a sequel....but there needs to be...I'd like to know what happens with her lurrrrve life...and Libby...that darling...hahahahahaha and Angus....and his lover...Louise....u gotta have another one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2005

    FABBITY FAB

    Words can almost not describe it but thankfully i've thought of one: FABULOUS!!! omg and the seventh... the last left me hanging and i'm assuming it left all hanging like a hinge on a door when... o.k. sorry i'm rambling on! POINT IS these are the most entertaining, hilarious, quadrupley funnny!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2005

    I wandered as lonely as a clud

    I first discovered Georgia when I was a lonely, clud-like Freshman in high school. I found this book, a new release, and I began to read. My sides have not recovered from the laughing attack that ensued. I love her. She is my friend, my guide, my inspiriation. And Dave the Laugh is just too perfect for her and I die of anxiety every time I approach the end of a book, hoping and wishing that she will see sense and get with him. Sigh. Perhaps next time, I will have my wish fulfilled. Meanwhile, READ AND REREAD THESE BOOKS. Take my word for it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2005

    Fabby, Fab, Fab!

    of course, all of the georgia books are AMAZING! i have read them all 3 times each! if that says anything! this book will have you laughing out loud, while passer-bys stare at you like a freak-o for laughing at a book. but seriously! when i saw the display for this book in B & N i literally screamed! i love the book! I can't stop raving about it...

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