I raced through this book. And it's funny. People said Bridget Jones' Diary was funny, but they don't know funny! This was chortle, snort, laugh-out-loud funny.
Meet Angus, the cat who attacks people, eats inappropriate substances, and terrorizes the neighbor's poodle. Meet Georgie, the delightful mixture of teenage angst and near-adult bravado who writes in her diary obsessively--good, bad, and dreadful! It's all here. And meet her three-year-old sister Libby, sweetly cuddly, smelling a bit like a hamster, and prone to leaving well-used diapers in Georgia's bedroom.
The narrator did a toss up job, too. (Not to be confused with tosser, which is Brit-speaker for a wanker.) The glossary at the end is almost the best part of the book.
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