I’m Dougal Trump and It’s Not my Fault
Jackie Marchant
I, DOUGAL TRUMP, AM DEAD.
Ok, I’m not actually dead, but if I’m not very careful, I soon will be.
In this first book, football-loving Dougal Trump finds himself at risk from the mysterious creature living in the garden shed. Nobody believes him but as a precaution, he sets upon writing his will – rewarding those who help him, disinheriting those who get on his bad side, and fielding constant pleas from friends and associates [Cool will, Dougie! Can I have your playstation? – George]. Meanwhile, as limbs and windows alike are broken by rogue footballs and unhinged canines, Dougal finds himself in all sorts of trouble. . .
I really love this book because it is so funny. About half way through the story we hear about Douglas’ next door neighbour’s bra being taken and this is how Jackie (the author) puts it:
“Its Mrs Witzel’s fault she really ought to know better then to lean over the fence to stroke the dog whilst she is hanging up her washing especially when she is holding a bra. The bra dangled over the fence just when the dog jumped up (long story short) unluckily the dog thought we were having a game of tug of war. After a lot of pulling and tugging we ended up by the shed (long story short again) the bra ripped in two. Later on…the dog goes to the vets to have half a bra surgically removed.
Above was only one funny thing of many, and I loved this book but it’s definately for an older reader!!!
Verdict: As you can see I have really enjoyed this and think it is the best I’ve EVER READ.
Reviewed by Izzy (9)
Publication Date:July 2012
Format: Paperback
Pages: 205
Genre: Memoir
Reviewer: Izzy
Source: Provided by author
Challenge:British book