Are These My Basoomas I See Before Me?

Are These My Basoomas I See Before Me?

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Product details

  • 12-17
  • CD-Audio
  • 138 x 140 x 12mm | 181.44g
  • HarperCollins Publishers
  • HarperCollins Publishers Ltd
  • London, United Kingdom
  • English
  • 0007315619
  • 9780007315611
  • 641,328

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About Louise Rennison

Louise Rennison lives in Brighton, a place that she likes to think of as the San Francisco of the south coast. Which is sad as it is nothing like San Francisco, being mainly pebbles and large people in tiny swimming knickers who have gone bright red in the sun. Although she lives in Brighton in reality, in her mind she lives somewhere exotic with a manservant called more