tome 8

et oui à peine ai-je fini le tome 7 que je décide de me pencher sur les infos sur la tome 8.

le livre devrait sortir le 2 juillet en angleterre.

d'après ce que j'ai compris ( d'ailleurs , qu'est-ce que veut dire snoggee en anglais ? c'est le seul mot que j'ai pas réussi à comprendre) georgia doit jongler entre les trois garçons (dave la marrade , Massimo , robbie ) et ne sait pas qui choisir.

voilà j'ai finis avec mes petites infos , mais qui n'empêchent me donnent déja envie d'avoir la tome 8.

( au fait , non je ne suis pas bilingue , je connais quelques mots et j'arrive à traduire un peu approximativement)

alors voici un extrait du mail du mois d'e gee:

Also, the next part of my marvy diary will be out in July. It’s called ‘Luuurve is a many trousered thing…’ (because it really is, trust me) and is full of all my latest confessions of heartbreakosity, red-bottomosity and the general confusiosity that is my life.

donc en gros laderniere parti de son journal sera fini en juillet! il s'appelera luuuurve is a many trousered thing.

Chouette, merci pour les infos !! moi qui suis toujours tombée par hasard sur chaque tome, j'suis bien contente de prévoir à l'avance
Vous savez quel sera le dernier tome?

voici la couverture grande britonne du tome 8

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et voici lacouverture du pays du hamburger enfolie

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d'après amzon, le tome 8 sortira le 31 juillet en anglais! il est déjà commandable!

Moi j'aimerais bien savoir en France!

Mouais j'me suis habituée à lire Georgia en français.
La maniere d'ecrire de Louise Rennison etant assez spéciale avec des nons sens, des onomatopées et des mots inventés, y'a des subtilités et desjeux de mots que je capte pas franchement en anglais.
D'autant plus que la traduction française est vraiment imepc ^^

J'pense qu'il sortira en france vers Noël , non ?

oui certainement en décembre ou janvier!

Faudra demander à mon petite papa noel ^^

bonne nouvelle! le tome 8 est enfin sorti au RU !

voici un petit résumé:

Love Is a Many Trousered Thing
by Louise Rennison
After queuing up at the cakeshop of luuurve for ages, I have accidentally bought two cakes.





And I am sitting in a bush.





Georgia thought her heartbreak-osity troubles were over when Masimo announced that he wanted to be her one and only. But just as she hits Swoon City, Robbie, the original Sex God, shows up. How in the world has Georgia accidentally acquired two Sex Gods?





Before Georgia can decide what to do next, she must figure out what Robbie's intentions are—and if his sudden re-appearance changes her mind about Masimo. And as much as she wants to turn to Dave the Laugh for help, he's another romantic thorn (and prospective snoggee) in her side. Will Georgia ever get off the rack of love once and for all?

et quelques extraits

Run away, run away!!!
Pant, pant, pant.
And double pants.
How in the name of God’s novelty undercrackers and matching toga have I ended up running along the streets at midnight?
I’ll tell you how. You wait ages for a Sex God to come along and then two come along at the same time. Where is the sense in that? If it is all part of Big G’s divine plan, all I can say is this, “Keep it simple, Big G, just give me one Sex God to eat at a time. And then if I am not full up I’ll have another one. Thank you. Regards to Baby Jesus.”
That is all I am saying. Inwardly, obviously, as I am nearly dead with trying to run in my high heel boots. I may have to lie down in a ditch in a minute.

I had to stop and sit in the hedge by the park. I’m so out of breath. Hurrah, I am sitting in the dark like a panting vole in a skirt.

Pant, pant. So this is a brief résumé of Vole Girl’s evening:

A top night at the Stiff Dylans gig, including an excellent Viking disco inferno dance* in honour of Rosie and Sven’s forthcoming (well, in eighteen years time) wedding, Sven arriving in furry shorts and, as the pièce de whatsit, Masimo, lead singer and Luuurve God that I have been dreaming of and longing for, asked me to go outside, and said, “So, Signorína Georgia, I am free man for you. If you still want for us to go out.”
Keep in mind that he said it in his gorgey porgey Pizza-a-gogo land accent. Looking at me like I was a Sex Kitty. *Note to the dim – and I mean this in a loving way – the Viking disco inferno dance goes stamp, stamp to the left, left leg kick, kick, arm up, stab, stab to the left… and HOOOOOOORN!

Just as I was experiencing Swoon City and melty pantaloonies a car pulled up and Robbie the original Sex God got out.
The one who had left me and gone to Kiwi-a-gogo land. To snog marsupials and so on for the rest of his life.
Not.
After a moment of silence I said in a quick-thinking and casual way, “Oh, hello, Robbie, do excuse me, I have a train to catch and time and tide wait for no man.” And walked quickly off before breaking into a slight trot. Then a light gallop. Then I ended up in the hedge and that is where all this started.
In conclusion I would say that after queuing up at the cake shop of luuurve for ages I have accidentally bought two cakes.

And I am sitting in a bush.
Oh, yet more marvellous, marvellous news, the Blunder Boys are lurking around in the park. Probably setting fire to themselves and practising being crap. Which they needn’t bother doing as they are top at it anyway. They’ll sense I’m here in a minute and come looming out at me. The Blunder Boys have got radar for girls within half a mile. Mark Big Gob (who lives in my street and who I accidentally snogged once, and who has the largest lips known to humanity) larged out of the gloom and saw me panting in the hedge. He was looking at my nungas, which were heaving up and down. Stop heaving and retreat into your over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder, you stupid nungas!
Mark said, “I see you are all pleased to see me, girls.”
How repellant is he? I ignored him and got up with a dignity-at-all-times sort of attitude. As I was brushing past him, he said, “Steady darlin’, you nearly knocked me over then.”
The rest of the trainee idiots had sidled up by then and they sniggered and choked on their fags. Still, on the bright side cigarettes stunt your growth, so with a bit of luck most of them will remain about three-foot eight.
Mark Big Gob said, “I see you’ve got the Horn. Is it for me?”
Is he mad? Is he implying that I have got the Horn for him? I would rather plunge my head into a bucket of whelks than let him anywhere near me. I can’t believe that his hand once rested on my basooma. And that his enormous gob had squelched around my face. Erlack. If anything, he gave me the Anti-Horn.
Sadly, it was then I realised that in fact he was right, I did have the horn. Horns actually. I was still carrying my Viking bison horns that I had worn to rehearse Rosie’s wedding dance.
Still, what is so very unusual about that? Quite a lot, actually, when you think about it.




Which I won’t.
Oh double merde and ordure and poo.

Got to my street. My tootsies are killing me. The light is still on in the front room. Oh noooo. That means the terminally insane (Mutti and Vati) are still up. I must avoid them at all costs. I can’t speak to them. Not now. Not any time if I have my way.
I snuck really really quietly through the front door and stashed my horns in a secret place where they will never be found (the ironing basket).
Aaahh. Safely in. Now quietly, quietly up the stairs to my room. Quietly, quietly like a little mousie. Mousie girl opening little doorsies. Shhhhh. Shhhh. Nearly safe. Quietly into the room like a quiet thing on quiet tablets. No sign of the Furry Freak Brothers, a.k.a. my cats Angus and his cross-eyed son Gordon, thank the Lord. As I opened my bedroom door Gordy’s face appeared upside down an inch away from my fringe.


I looked into his mad cross-eyes. Why does he do that – lurk on top of the door like a bat? He did a little croaky noise and licked my face with his horrid rough tongue. I managed not to cry out or be sick.

There is a half-eaten mouse on my pillow.

Oh God, that means that Gordy licked my face after he had crunched up the mousey head. I am almost bound to get the Black Death.
Nothing nicer than a few pustulating boils when you have boyfriend trouble.

Crept downstairs to get rid of the mousey. I had it on a piece of cardboard. When I say mousey what I mean is two ears and a bit of tail.

Too crunchy for Gordy’s delicate little murderer’s gob, I suppose.
“Is that you, Gee?”
I said, “No,” and went up to get into my snuggly bed of pain.

Anyway, the nub and gist is that I have accidentally acquired two Luuurve Gods.
I may never sleep again. As I was going back upstairs Mutti called out from the front room,

Can’t be bothered getting undressed as I’m so full of confusiosity.

Saperlipopette, il a l'air aussi bien que les 7 autres

Je ne vous dis pas la déprime de la fille lorsque j'appris par le truchement de la libraire que la sainte bible tome 8 ne sortait pas avant novembre-décembre, moi ce que je dis c'est que la traductrice prend un peu trop de vacances cela dis elle fait extrêmement bien son boulot ... A votre avis ça se dis comment rosisment popotal,syndrome allumage, frisquet de la nouille et tout le toutim?

chers membres,

n'ayant plus de nouvelles concernant la parution de ce tome j'ai envoyé un email chez gallimat jeunesse! reste à attendre leur réponse!

Fel a écrit:

A votre avis ça se dis comment rosisment popotal,syndrome allumage, frisquet de la nouille et tout le toutim?

Vala le vocabulaire de base en anglais
nunga-nungas
piddly diddly department => pipi et compagnie
poo parlour division => institut du popo
pingy pongoes=> mauvaise odeur
nippy noodles => frisqué de la nouille
parky=> frisqué de la nouille bis
Billy Shakespeare land(England)
Kiwi-a-gogo-Land (New Zealand)
Och Aye Land (Scotland)
Frogs'-legs-a-gogo Land (France)
Hamburger-a-gogo-Land (USA)
Lederhosen-a-gogo Land (Germany)
Pizza-a-gogo Land (Masimoland, Italy)
Mariachi-a-gogo Land (Mexico)
erlack ("Yuck!")
marvy => merveilleux
gorgey => mignon
geoggers (Geography)
blodge (Biology)
froggy (French)
nervy spaz => spasme nerveux
nervy b => depression
boy entrancers => attrape garçons (faux cils)
"Blimey O'Reilly's trousers!" => expression de choc
"What in the name of pantyhose?!" => nom d'une petite culotte
red-bottomosity=> rossisement popotal
tarts wardrobe => toilette
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder => porte nunga nungna

elles sont vachement longues les expressions par rapport à la traduction française

alors toujours pas de reponse de gallimart jeunesse concernant la sortie du tome 8 mais bon on peut esperer pour le debut 2008 comme le tome 7 est sortie en janvier je crois! esperons

ah ca ce serait cool! ca veut dire...bientot!!^^

le 8 sort en mai!!!! 2008 bien sur ^^

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ISBN : 9782070618217
Code Sodis : A61821
10,50 euros En librairie en
mai 2008


L'ouvrage
Traduit par Catherine Gibert

Spoiler:

aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!

merci lolw!!! oui à mon avis dave est de retour est va peut etre enfin conquerir notre gee!!! abats le transalpin,il est trop nul....

je pense aussi que meme si elle choisit le transalpin, dave va se ramener et le mettre a plat MWAHAHAHAH!

Le exact, c'est quasi sûr ou alors ce serai pas moral du tout!
Je suis sûr que le transalpin est sehr sehr superficiel...
Elle ne peut que finir avec lui!
Oh et persill potesse je sais enfin la date à peu près de la fin des mes souffrances(traduire par attentes)

Aleluia on a une date!
MAIS! C'est dans pas très longtemps tout ça...Ah joie =)
Pas de titre?

pour l'instant non! mais bon je v faire quelque recherches ce week end!