JOHNNY WORMS is a fourteen year old boy who has an eye for the girls. Unfortunately the girls don’t seem to have an eye for him. So he changes his name to CASANOVA in the hope that it will change his luck, but it doesn’t. Sex remains as elusive as ever. He has swallowed the image of a romantic lover as a caring, sensitive soul. He writes love poetry and learns the guitar to serenade the girls. He prinks and preens his sacred locks and dresses to kill, but can’t pluck up the courage to ask a girl out. He’s a mass of hormonal confusion, hopelessly in love with any girl who will give him the time of day unless they’re Deborah Smeeton.
No ma tõesti ei tahtnud nii õhukest raamatut pooleli jätta ja seega siis lugesin, seni kuni läbi sai. Tõesti huvitaks, kuivõrd reaalselt see asja kujutab. Kas 13aastased poisid mõtlevadki nii? Kindlasti osad mõtlevad. Aga kas nad leiavad, et see raamat on huvitav või on see ka nende jaoks ülepingutatud? Läbi selle igaljuhul sain, aga ei õnnestu kätt nii palju painutada, et lugeda see mu 2015.aasta Euroopa lugemisväljakutse Inglismaa esindajaks.