Withering Tights

Louise Rennison

I was in the barn showing Ruby my comedy version of Irish dancing. Suddenly, mid-leap, the best-looking boy I had ever seen came in. He smiled at me and said, "Er... hello, I'm Alex, Ruby's brother." Ruby tutted and said, "She's called Tallulah and she goes to that Dother Hall. Tha' knows, the bonkers school." I said, "Hahhaha. Hiddly diddly diddly diddle..." And started dancing again. Alex had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides. A head.

He said, "That's a cool name." He said nothing against my knees. Granted, he couldn't see my knees, but he probably got the picture. Today I have had more boy action than I have had in 14 and a bit years of my life. I LOVE Yorkshire. I do.

You Know what it's like when you have your first snog, and it feels like a tiny bat is barging around in your mouth? Of course you do. So you will love Tallulah Casey as she careers about in her tights. She's your kind of mate.

HardCover

ISBN 9780007156832

$20.00