Thursday, February 17, 2011

Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers by Louise Rennison

You may have noticed (as I did) that this cover doesn't quite look like the prior ones. I've been posting the cover images that match the actual copy of the book that I read, you see, and our library switched to the new covers at this (book 6 out of 10). In case you don't know what "boy entrancers" are, in Georgie-speak, they are false eyelashes.

Dear Louise Rennison:

I believe I may have sustained a mildly serious injury whilst reading
Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers last night. My family were all asleep, you see, and of course I didn't want to wake them, and I believe I may have pulled both a throat muscle as well as something abdominally related while trying to suppress loud and long belly laughs.

Sincerely,
Kelly Ramsdell Fineman


In Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers, Georgia and her family (and Jas) visit the United States – Memphis, to be exact – so that her father and Uncle Eddie can go to a convention of Robin Reliant owners (the three-wheeled vehicle that Georgie refers to has a clown car). I laughed my butt off at the jokes that had to do with the word "fanny", a word that here in the States means butt, and there in the UK refers to a woman's genital area.

One of the bits early in the book that set me off laughing involved Angus, the cat:

For once Mr. Next Door has done something nice. He has built a sort of anti-cat fence out of barbed wire on the top of his wall. 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.

five 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.

As always, Libby kept me laughing with her songs and silly sayings. Sven was appropriately funny. The trip to the US was entertaining – especially how bewildered the entire clan was over the friendliness of Americans – and Georgia's ongoing interest in Masimo was entertaining, although it's too soon to be certain what's going on there for sure. I mean, yes, there was snogging and even an official date, but this book has adopted a slightly more serious undercurrent of tension between Dave the Laugh and Georgia, and Georgia has started to realize that she is not really cut out for the whole Cosmic Horn/General Horn thing but is, perhaps, more interested in having one (and only one) boyfriend. Naturally, the letter and photo from the Sex God, Robbie, who is off in Kiwi-a-gogo land is confusing, as is Dave the Laugh's sudden seriousness, to say nothing of not knowing what Masimo might decide.

Talk about your massive cliffhangers.


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