Lottie Biggs

I think therefore I am, and it's about time I stopped being so ridiculously ridonkulous . . .

Just when things were starting to look up for Lottie her life's gone a bit pear-shaped, wonk-ways and downside up again. Her mum's all soppy over a bloke with a horrible shemo* daughter, her best pal Goose has disappeared in a cloud of nerd-gas and Lottie's in the midst of an existential crisis. There's only one thing to do - get the hell out of Cardiff and go on the road with the gorgeous Gareth Stingecombe (and his manly thighs). But things don’t go to plan, and Lottie starts to realise she might have been a bit me me me lately. . .

*a female emo, obviously

The last book in the Lottie Biggs Trilogy
 

Why am I edgy as an eggshell? Am I doomed to be a tragic desperado my whole life?

Am I still mad? If not, why am I seeing a counsellor who looks like Johnny Depp? And why am I being kept awake by a hyperactive geriatric chinchilla and indecent visions of Gareth Stingecombe wearing his dad’s Britney Spears boxer shorts? Will I ever stop being a TOTAL UTTER VIRGIN?
  

My name is Lottie Biggs and in three weeks time, I will be fifteen years old.

And this is my book – it’s about important things like boys and shoes and polo-neck knickers and rescuing giraffes and NOT fancying Gareth Stingecombe (even though he has manly thighs) and hanging-out with your best friend having A BLATANTLY FUNNY TIME. It is definitely not about sitting in wardrobes or having a mental disturbance of any kind!