The further fabbitty fab confessions of Georgia Nicolson, as recounted to an adoring, expectant reading public by top teen writing queen Louise Rennison, has been two years in the making and much anticipated. The fifth book in the series, …And that’s when it fell off in my hand, is every bit as cool and laugh-out-loud funny as those before it. Phew. Imagine if it’d been crap? It would have been a huge, huge disaster. Georgia, boyfriendless now that Robbie the Sex God has gone off to New Zealand is, according to her best mate Jas, upset, and all lonely, with no one to really care about her, the days stretching ahead without any meaning. But Georgia doesn’t remain broken-hearted for long. Suddenly she has things filling up her days like frequent snogging extravaganzas with old flame, Dave the Laugh, who gives her the Mega Horn, and having to cope with the arrival of jelloid-knee-inducing Italian stallion, Masimo, and putting down the thoroughly unwanted attentions of Mark Big Gob. Robbie who? It’s difficult to fault Rennison’s ability to accurately depict the tormented lives of teens today. Georgia is frighteningly typical, if a little over-dramatic, and her antics are gloriously topical. There’s a laugh a line and getting this funny on every page is very hard indeed. It’s great to see Rennison’s new UK publishers have adopted the convention used in the American editions of these books, by adding a glossary of all the terms used by the author that might need some clarification for the less with-it readers dropping in. The definitions of words like ‘smalls’ (an ironic terms for underpants), ‘pash’ (passion) and ‘nunga-nungas’ (Girl’s breasty business) are truly hilarious and are worth the cover price alone. These books are totally essential teen reading. Do not delay…(Age 12 and over) --John McLay