Love is a Many Trousered Thing

I hope I don’t bore anyone by piggybacking on The Aspirant’s post, but I just finished Love is a Many Trousered Thing and have to echo her sentiments.

Trousered Thing is the eighth book in Louise Rennison’s the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series. To be perfectly frank, very little has happened in those eight books. Georgia doesn’t appear to have aged (or matured), and none of her relationships has progressed.

Unfortunately, Georgia is not the only character caught in a time warp. Death of the Maid is the 22^nd (22^nd!) book in the Hamish Macbeth series. Poor Hamish is perpetually 35-ish and constantly thwarted in love. I am secretly (well, not-so-secretly) in love with Hamish. And for his sake, I long for some sort of progression or closure.

But I continue to read the M.C. Beaton’s series—although I didn’t realize until now there had been so many—because Hamish entertains me. He is smart and clever (are those the same things?) and can solve any murder that comes his way.

And I will keep reading about Georgia Nicolson. She may never age and the stories may never progress, but the books actually make me laugh out loud.

How can I not be delighted by a girl who uses words like “lippy,” “bum-oley,” and “nervy spaz”? How can I not enjoy a crazy little sister who “laughs like a loon” and has imaginary phone conversations along the lines of “Mr. Bum Bum is coming to school today in his poo pants” (135)—just like a few little girls I know in real life.

As long as they continue to entertain me, I will continue to read about both Georgia and Hamish. Now, that would be an interesting couple . . .