Louise Rennison, the British author of Angus, Thongs and Full Front Snogging, has died aged 63.

A brilliantly humorous writer, Rennison brought comfort, joy and a string of hilariously made up words (nunga-nungas, marvy and red-bottomisty, anyone?) to a generation of teenage girls up and down the country, with 2.6 million books sold to date.

Following the success of her first and second novels, Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging and It's OK, I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers, which were made into a film in 2008, Rennison wrote a further eight books about her 14-year-old protagonist, Georgia Nicolson. 

The series follows the exploits of Georgia and her pals, The Ace Gang, and covers everything from boys to bras. Aptly named The Confessions of Georgia Nicolson, the books are written in a diary form, with Georgia putting pen to paper to vent frustration at her parents, lust after boys and bemoan embarrassing moments that anyone who has ever been a teenager can relate to (our personal favourite was when she dressed up as an olive to attend a party, and had to sit down because she kept knocking things over).

A number of Georgia's escapades were based on Rennison's own upbringing in Leeds, and she said that she, "always wrote what I remembered making me laugh when I was that age." 

To celebrate these amazing books, which we read, re-read and then reluctantly passed on to our younger sisters, we have compiled our pick of the greatest Georgia Nicolson quotes, for every (grownup) moment in life...

Georgia Nicolson on...

The joy of revenge…

“He who laughs last laughs the laughiest.” 

A lesson in selflessness…

“Everyone is so obsessed with themselves nowadays that they have no time for me.” 

Great literature…

“Oh Blimey O‘Reilly's pantyhose...what is the point of Shakespeare? I know he is a genius and so on, but he does rave on.
What light doth through yonder window break?
It's the bloody moon, for God's sake, Will, get a grip!!” 

The art of playing hard to get…

“What shall I say? I must tread a fine line between glaciosity and friendlinosity. With just a hint of 'you don't know what you are missing, my fine-feathered friend.” 

The inner-workings of a teenage mind...

“Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.” 

How to behave in a relationship...

“what do you do with Sex Gods? Besides snog and worship them, I mean.” 

The perfect man...

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

Religion...

“Looking out of the window at the infinite sky, I prayed out, 'Dear Baby Jesus, I am sorry for my sin, even though I do not know what they are, which seems a bit unfair if it is going to be held against me. But that is your way. And I am not questioning your wisdomosity. In future, however, would it be possible for my life to be not so entirely crap? Thank you.” 

Beauty...

“Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on.” 

Shock...

“I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable, that's why. My face was like a frozen fish finger. All rigid and pale. (But obviously not with breadcrumbs on it.)” 

Anger...

“I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.” 

Love...

“I could have quite literally snogged until the cows came home. And when they came home I would have shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU COWS COME HOME FOR? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SNOGGING, YOU STUPID HERBIVORES???” 

Pure, unadulterated joy...

“You make me laugh like a loon on loon tablets!” 

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