• My name is Lottie Biggs and in three weeks time, I will be fifteen years old. At school, most people call me Lottie NotVeryBiggs. I’ve never found this particularly funny . . . My current hair colour is Melody Deep Plum which is not as nice as Melody Forest Flame but definitely better than the dodgy custard colour I tried last week . . . And this is my book – it’s about important things like boys and shoes and poloneck knickers and rescuing giraffes and NOT fancying Gareth Stingecombe (even though he has manly thighs) and hangingout with your best friend having A BLATANTLY FUNNY TIME. It is definitely not about sitting in wardrobes or having a mental disturbance of any kind! Painfully honest and laughsohardyouforgettobreathe funny.

  • Lottie Biggs is recovering from her mental disorder of a reasonably significant nature with the help of her counsellor, who rather helpfully looks like Johnny Depp. Things are looking up her hair is an excellent shade of black, she has a Saturday job in a hairdresser and Gareth Stingecombe and his manly thighs are still the love of her life. When Gareth undoes his trousers to show Lottie a fetching bruise on one of the aforementioned thighs, she comes to the realisation that, unlike everyone else she knows, she is A TOTAL UTTER VIRGIN. But how can she get any sort of experience when her boyfriend is doggedly, stubbornly and infuriatingly determined to preserve his energies for the rugby field?

  • Just when things were starting to look up for Lottie her life's gone a bit pear-shaped, wonk-ways and downside up again. Her mum's all soppy over a bloke with a horrible shemo* daughter, her best pal Goose has disappeared in a cloud of nerd-gas and Lottie's in the midst of an existential crisis. There's only one thing to do - get the hell out of Cardiff and go on the road with the gorgeous Gareth Stingecombe (and his manly thighs). But things dont go to plan, and Lottie starts to realise she might have been a bit me me me lately. . . *a female emo, obviously The wit of Louise Rennison meets the depth of Jacqueline Wilson.

  • My name is Lottie Biggs and in three weeks time, I will be fifteen years old. At school, most people call me Lottie Not-Very-Biggs. Ive never found this particularly funny . . . My current hair colour is Melody Deep Plum which is not as nice as Melody Forest Flame but definitely better than the dodgy custard colour I tried last week . . . And this is my book its about important things like boys and shoes and polo-neck knickers and rescuing giraffes and NOT fancying Gareth Stingecombe (even though he has manly thighs) and hanging-out with your best friend having A BLATANTLY FUNNY TIME. It is definitely not about sitting in wardrobes or having a mental disturbance of any kind! Painfully honest and laugh-so-hard-you-forget-to-breathe funny.

  • Anglais Being a Girl

    Long Hayley

    A funny, frank and fearless guide to being a girl Being a girl is not all sugar and spice. How can you possibly survive school and even think about talking to your crush when you have spots in places you didn't even know you had, your boobs are too big (or too small) and the friend drama is off the charts? Luckily, bestselling YA author and sixth-form teacher Hayley Long provides a straight-talking guide to puberty - from cattiness to kisses, and everything in between. With witty black-and-white illustrations by Gemma Correll throughout, BEING A GIRL tells you everything you need to know about surviving puberty, in an honest and humorous way.

  • Le monde de Griff et de Dylan, 13 et 15 ans, s'écroule quand un accident de voiture les laisse orphelins. Les deux frères sont d'abord recueillis à New York, par une collègue bienveillante de leurs parents. Puis à l'autre bout du monde, au pays de Galles, chez un oncle et une tante qu'ils ne connaissent pas. Dylan n'a qu'une idée en tête : aider Griff à revivre, et le protéger. Mais il a lui-même son propre chemin à parcourir et une dernière vérité à affronter.
    Un roman lumineux et renversant, où l'on passe du rire aux larmes.

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