Louise Rennison passed away today. :(

Lousie Rennison, best know for her hysterical teen novel Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging, passed away at the age of 63 today. She is fondly remembered in many articles today in The Guardian, BBC, and Huffington Post. As remembered in The Guardian, "One thing is for sure, the world is a less glittering place without Louise Rennison, and we will miss her terribly.."

Here are some of The Guardian's favorite quotes:

He who laughs last laughs the laughiest.

― Dancing in My Nuddy-Pants (book four in the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series)

He says we should take it easy and that maybe he overreacted a bit.”

Dave said, “A bit? That’s like Hitler saying, ‘Oooh, I just meant to go for a little walk, but then I accidentally invaded Poland.”
― Are These My Basoomas I See Before Me? (the 10th and final Confessions of Georgia Nicolson story)

I am soooo excited, I am over-excited. I’m hysterical, I may have to slap my own face in a minute at this rate.

― Withering Tights (the first book in Louise’s series about the misadventures of Tallulah Casey, Georgia Nicolson’s younger cousin)

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn’t it farther away?

― It’s OK, I’m Wearing Really Big Knickers (published as On the Bright Side, I’m Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God in the US where people don’t wear knickers as people in the UK wear knickers, book two in the Georgia Nicolson series).

I am going to become a writer for Cosmo - you don’t have to make any sense at all. Or maybe I’ll be a bloke, they don’t have to make sense either.

― Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging

As she left my room I knew I should shut up. But you know when you should shut up because you really should just shut up… but you keep on and on anyway? Well, I had that.

― Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven’t had anything to do with them yet

― Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging

He had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides, Everything. A head.

― Withering Tights

I will not have him in my brain; there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. It’s crowded enough in there already.

― Startled by His Furry Shorts (book seven in the Georgia Nicholson series)