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The secret diary of Adrian Mole





I have chosen The Secret diary of Adrian Mole to read along the third term from my language school.
Adrian Albert Mole is the fictional protagonist in a series of books by English author Sue Townsend.
He is a British boy. He is 13 years old and he lives with his mother, his father and an animal known only as ‘the dog’.
Adrian Mole writes his secret diary, which has gone on for a year and a quarter. He lives in a closed world where he tries to ‘become an intellectual’, reading  the classics and he would like a whizz future although he is worried about his parents and his blackheads.
To sum up, in his diary he tells about his relationships with his parents, friends, the girl he loves, Pandora and his grandmother. All the stories have a funny and a tender perspective.
It’s my belief that this book reminds me of the Wimpy kids series although it´s a realistic and humorous approach to the life of an adolescent boy.

Graciela Suárez Díaz. Advanced Level. Year 2

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