The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole (Adrian Mole, Book 2)
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Adrian Mole faces the same agonies which life sets before most adolescents: troubles with girls, school, parents, and an uncaring world. The difference, though, between young Master Mole and his peers is that this British lad keeps a diary -- an earnest chronicle of longing and disaster that has convulsed more than five million readers since its two-volume initial publication. From teenaged Adrian's obsession with intellectuality after understanding "nearly every word" of a Malcolm Muggeridge broadcast to his anguished adoration of a lovely, mercurial schoolmate, from his view of his parents' constantly creaking relationship to his heartfelt but hilarious attempts at cathartic verse, here is an outrageous triumph of deadpan, and deadly accurate, satire. ABBA, Princess Di's wedding, street punks. Monty Python, the Falklands campaign -- all the cultural pageantry of a keenly observed era marches past the unique perspective of Sue Townsend's brilliant comic creation: A. Mole, the unforgettable lad whose self-absorption only gets funnier as his life becomes more desperate.
Sunday July 18th.
My father announced at breakfast that he is going to have a vasectomy. I pushed my sausages away untouched.
In this second instalment of teenager Adrian Mole's diaries, the Mole family is in crisis and the country is beating the drum of war. While his parents have reconciled after both embarked on disastrous affairs, Adrian is shocked to learn of his mother's pregnancy.
And even though at the mercy of his rampant hormones and the fickle whims of the divine Pandora, a victim of a broken home and his own tortured (though unrecognised) genius, Adrian continues valiantly to chronicle the pains and pleasures of a misspent adolescence.
'Adrian Mole will be remembered some day as one of England's great diarists' Evening Standard
'The funniest, most bitter-sweet book you're likely to read this year' <i>Daily Mirror
'Funny, moving and a poke in the eye for adult morality' <i>Sunday Express
Sue Townsend is Britain's favourite comic author. Since the publication of The <i>Secret Diaries of Adrian Mole Aged 13 and 3/4 in 1982, she has made us weep with laughter and pricked the nation's conscience. Seven further volumes of diaries have followed: The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole, The True Confessions of Adrian Albert Mole, Adrian Mole: The Wilderness Years, Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years, The Lost Diaries of Adrian Mole, Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction and Adrian Mole: The Prostrate Years. All have been acclaimed bestsellers, some have been adapted for radio and TV, starring Lulu, Julie Walters and Stephen Mangan, among others. She has also written six other popular novels (The Queen and I, Queen Camilla, Number Ten, Rebuilding Coventry, Ghost Children and The Woman Who Went to Bed for A Year) and penned many well-received plays. She lives in Leicester, where she was born and grew up.
ages, eventually a miserable-looking bloke unlocked the door. He said ‘Mole Family? Yer late. These doors are locked at 11 p.m. an’ there’s a 50p fine for latecomers.’ My mother said, ‘And whom might you be?’ The man said, ‘I’m Bernard Porke, that’s whom I am – Proprietor of the Rio Grande.’ My mother said, ‘Well, thank you for your effusive welcome, Mr Porke.’ She signed the register while I went and helped my father get the cases off the roof rack. The tarpaulin had disappeared somewhere en
bother the Director General directly with such matters. However, you have not got your break (chance) – yet. Do not kill yourself because of another rejection. If all poets killed themselves because of early rejections there would be no poetry at all. Yours most sincerely, John Tydeman SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 19TH Fifteenth after Trinity Took a deep breath and went to see Bert and Queenie today. They were hostile to me because I’ve neglected them for a week. Bert said, ‘He’s not bothered
programme last week, present Pauline with her long overdue cheque? Keep tuned for regular updates on Central, your local Radio Station.’ We sat and waited for the phone to ring. At 12.30 my mother said, ‘Put your coat on, Adrian, I’m taking you to be abandoned.’ At 12.35 as we were going out of the door the phone rang. It was my father pleading for his name not to be mentioned on the air. The presence of radio reporters and journalists caused a mini-riot in the Social Security office. All the
O’Learys’ front door all night but all I saw was just a load of middle-aged women giggling and clutching brown paper bags. THURSDAY NOVEMBER 25TH Nobody won in the Irish General Election. It was a draw. Mr O’Leary was detained at East Midlands airport on suspicion of being a terrorist but he was let off with a warning and told not to bring Action Man accessories into the country again. FRIDAY NOVEMBER 26TH I got a dead horrible shock when I came out of the school gate today. Stick
cushions. MONDAY APRIL 18TH The school holidays started today. It is just my luck to be too ill to appreciate the break. TUESDAY APRIL 19TH Daffodils by A. Mole While on my settee I lie From out of the corner of my eye I spot a clump of Yellow Daffodils, Bowing and shaking as a lorry goes by. Brave green stalks supporting yellow bonnets. Like the wife of a man who writes Love Sonnets. WEDNESDAY APRIL 20TH Ate four Shredded Wheat today. I can feel my strength slowly