Description
Adrian Mole, now thirty-four and three-quarters, needs proof that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction so he can get a refund of the deposit he paid for a trip to Cyprus. Naturally, he writes to Tony Blair for some evidence.
He’s engaged to Marigold but obsessed with her voluptuous sister. He is so deeply in debt to banks and credit card companies that it would take more than twice his monthly salary to 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. Recognizing the universal core of Adrian’s dilemmas is what makes them so agonizingly funny.