Every night, Arantha drifts into vivid dreams that transport her to worlds beyond imagination. As the line between dream and reality blurs, she discovers she's not merely dreaming. As Arantha unravels the mystery of her nightly escapades, she's drawn into a cosmic battle against a malevolent darkness. Join Arantha on an odyssey of courage, mystery, and self-discovery.

This is the real book. I do not own this Louise Rennison does. Angus: My mixed-breed cat, half domestic tabby, half Scottish wildcat. The size of a small Labrador, only mad. Thongs: Stupid underwear. What's the point of them, anyway? They just go up your bum, as far as I can tell. Full-Frontal Snogging: Kissing with all the trimmings, lip to lip, open mouth, tongues ... everything. Her dad's got the mentality of a Teletubby (only not so developed). Her cat, Angus, is trying to eat the poodle next door. And her best friend thinks she looks like an alien -- just because she accidentally shaved off her eyebrows. Ergghhhlack. Still, add a little boy-stalking, teacher-baiting, and full-frontal snogging with a Sex God, and Georgia's year just might turn out to be the most fabbitty fab fab ever!