Monday June 13th 1988
I had a good, proper look at myself in the mirror tonight. Iíve always wanted to look clever, but at the age of twenty years and three months I have to admit that I look like a person who has never even heard of Jung or Updike.
Adrian Mole has grown up. At least thatís what it says on his passport. But living at home, clinging to his threadbare cuddly rabbit ĎPinkyí, working as a paper pusher for the DoE and pining for the love of his life Pandora has proved to him that adulthood isnít quite what he hoped it would be. Still, intellectual poets canít always have things their own way Ö
Included here are two other less well-known diarists: Sue Townsend and Margaret Hilda Roberts, a rather ambitious grocerís daughter from Grantham.
Original title: The True Confessions of Adrian Mole
Genre: Fiction→ General Fiction→ Humor