Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction

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"It's a good thing British subjects are no longer beheaded for treason, or Sue Townsend's head would roll for her outrageously cutting depictions of the powers that be."-Newsday

"[Townsend] is a national treasure."-The New York Times Book Review

"Breezy, hilarious."-New York Magazine

"A sharp, entertaining social critique."-The Plain Dealer

"Townsend has a rare gift . . . wickedly funny."-Kirkus Reviews (starred)

"Both funny and impudent."-TIME

"Engaging."-The Washington Post Book World

"Hilarious."-Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

"Irresistible, irreverent, revealing, and impossible to put down."-The Boston Globe

"Brilliant, funny."-The Seattle Times

Adrian Mole, now age 34 and three-quarters, needs proof that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction so he can get a refund from the travel agency of the deposit he paid on a trip to Cyprus. Naturally, he writes to Tony Blair for some evidence.

He's engaged to Marigold but obsessed with her voluptuous sister, yet he doesn't want anyone to think ill of him. And he is so deeply in debt to banks and credit card companies that it would take more than twice his monthly salary to ever repay them. He needs a guest speaker for his creative writing group's dinner in Leicestershire and wonders if the prime minister's wife is available.

In short, Adrian is back in true form, unable-like so many people we know, but of course, not us-to admit that the world does not revolve around him. But recognizing the universal core in Adrian's dilemmas is what makes them so agonizingly funny.