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A Princess Diaries Book BOOKS ABOUTPrincess Mia: THE PRINCESS DIARIEST H E P R I N C E S S D I A R I E S, VO L U. The first book in the #1 New York Times bestselling Princess Diaries series by Meg yazik.info Thermopolis is pretty sure there's nothing worse than being a. The Princess Diaries has 60 entries in the series. Cabot Author Chesley McLaren Illustrator (). cover image of The Princess Diaries Complete Collection.

Before she even has the chance to wonder who those letters are from, Mia is swept up in a whirlwind of royal intrigue the likes of which hasn't been seen since volume I of The Princess Diaries. Download HERE! She's a princess, for starters. She also lives in New York City. And while she's no supermodel, mirrors do not crack at her reflection. Best of all, she finally has a boyfriend. The truth is, however, that Mia spends all her time doing one of three things: preparing for her nerve-racking entrE e into Genovian society under the slave-driving but elegant Grandmere, slogging through congestion unique to Manhattan in December, and avoiding further smooches from her hapless boyfriend, Kenny.

All she wants is a little peace and quiet and a certain someone else to be her boyfriend. For Mia, being a princess in love is not the fairy tale it's supposed to be or is it? Princess Diaries Princess in Waiting Never before has the world seen such a princess. And fortunately, no one ever found out. I was stuck down there at the bottom. I could just watch, from down at the bottom of that big, black hole.

It was really weird, but. I know it sounds dumb. But the idea of calling for help had never even occurred to me. Help me out of that hole, I mean. I was down there so deep, and I was so tired. I mean, if it works. Knutz said matter-of-factly. Certain medical conditions can affect mood, so we want to rule those out— along with the meningitis, of course. Then you can come see me for your first therapy session after school. From which my office is conveniently located just a few blocks away. Knutz looked surprised.

My heart had begun to slam into the back of my ribs. You know, make a clean start, and all of that? His eyes, I noticed, were blue. The skin around them was crinkly and kind-looking.

Prescribe me something.

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Some drugs or something. That might make it easier. Again, Dr. Knutz seemed to know exactly what I meant. And he seemed to find it amusing. I have a colleague 70 who can, if I feel I have a patient who needs it. He could not be more wrong. I needed drugs. A lot of them! Who needed drugs more than me?

No one! The next thing I knew, Dr. Knutz was blinking at me, and Dad was wriggling around uncomfortably in his chair. But, again. In fact, when asked if you ever felt like killing yourself, you replied None of the time.

Why would anybody willingly do things that scare them? He was right.

I knew he was right. Michael did say we both had some growing up to do. You have a bodyguard. What about this Tina person your mother mentioned? You forget about the people who would do anything—anything in the world, probably—to help you out of it.

And who knows? Now I know his name really is appropriate. Did you think no one was going to notice? You know that, Mia. Principal Gupta may be many things—a despotic control freak among them—but she would never betray studentprincipal confidentiality.

How humiliating! If James Bond were completely bald. Anyway, when I got back to the loft, I found that Mom had used my absence as an opportunity to clean my room and send all of my bedding out to the laundry-by-the-pound place.

Meanwhile, Mr. G had taken away my TV. So now I know what Dr.

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Knutz and I will be discussing for a good portion of our appointed hour together tomorrow. I guess I have bigger things to worry about. Like that while I was showering just now, Mom snuck into the bathroom and stole my Hello Kitty pajamas.

And threw them down the incinerator. Maybe I was getting a little too attached to them. We went through a lot together, my Hello Kitty pajamas and I. Mom, Dad, and Mr. G are all sitting around the kitchen table right now, having some kind of not-so-secret conference about me.

Not-so-secret because I can totally hear. To distract myself, I went online for the first time in, like, a million years to see if anyone had e-mailed me. It turned out they had. A lot. I had unread messages.

And, okay, most of them were spam. But quite a few were cheerful attempts to make me feel better from Tina. There were some from Ling Su and Shameeka, too, and even a couple from Boris.

He is such a good boyfriend. He always does exactly what Tina tells him to. There were quite a few from J. Then, as I was going through, sending message after message into my trash folder, I saw it.

An e-mail from Michael. I swear, my heart started beating about a million miles a minute, and my palms got instantly soaked. Because what if it was just a reiteration of what Michael had said to me on Sunday? The thing about how we should just be friends and see other people? No way. Hey, Mia. Well, obviously. This place is a little nutty— they really do eat noodles for breakfast!

But fortunately you can still find egg sandwiches most places. The work is what I expected it to be—hard—but I really think I have a solid chance of actually getting this thing off the ground. Well, I have to go. Still, that had to mean something, right?

That maybe he still loves me, at least a 78 little? But then. About just wanting to be friends. A friendly note to show he had no hard feelings over the J. Or had I, in the complete psychotic break I had last week over the Judith Gershner thing, managed to destroy any iota of romantic feeling he ever had for me?

And pressed. And just like that, his e-mail was gone. And no way was I writing him back. Michael may be over me. Not yet, anyway. But the only way I know how not to do that is just not to say anything to him at all.

There were no new updates, thank God. Well, why would there be? She and Dad and Mr. G have ordered pizza from Tre Giovanni.

Just me, my mom, her husband, their kid, and my dad, the prince of Genovia. Oh, yeah. It is so. I think Dr. K was wrong, and I do need drugs. I was never scared of school before. At least, not this much. But I am more NOT normal than ever. I have lost my support system—the ONE thing I have been able to count on for the past two years to keep me sane in this sea of complete insanity—Michael.

I got to spend my morning waiting around Dr. I mean, it was bad enough I had to get out of bed, shower, and get dressed. I finally had to use a safety pin to keep my skirt on. At first I thought my skirt must have shrunk at the cleaners and I was kind of mad about it.

And I will admit I noticed things have been getting a little snug all over lately. And had to use the last hooks on all my bras. And even then they leave marks on me. I actually have boobs to be squeezed. So then I thought maybe the laundry-by-the-pound place had shrunk my bra too. So I tried a different one. Same thing. Then another. That is nearly one more Fat Louie than I weighed last time I stepped on a scale! But to have gained almost a whole CAT? That is all I have to say. Of course, there was a rational explanation beyond the meat.

Some women have them even into their twenties. On the not-so-bright side? And panties. And jeans. And pajamas. And sweats. And a new school uniform. And new ball gowns. Oh, God. And see Lilly. Who will no doubt take her tray and go sit elsewhere when she sees me.

I know Tina will still want to sit with me. I wonder how Tina would feel if she found out I think of her as a root? Baby steps, like Rocky took when he was first starting to walk. Baby steps. First I need to get through lunch. Four more hours until I can get out of here.

So now I have another worry to add to the list: Apparently, the entire school thinks J. But he was only helping me down the steps! Because I was in heels!

And the steps were carpeted and there were no handrails! And, okay, based on the photographic evidence, I could see why middle America—and the rest of the world, I guess—would think J.

But apparently not. And the line in the sand has already been drawn: I guess their mutual appreciation for his muay thai fighting friends has drawn them together, or something.

I understand. I said it because it was true! Then, when I did, I totally started blushing. And she thought I could cure him of it? Oh, God! At least J. Which would at least partially explain why Lilly is sticking so assiduously to her side of the G and T room.

All I can think about is how I will never, ever again hear the sound of his sarcastic laughter as we watch South Park together. Can you not see that it took every ounce of courage and strength I possess just to come here today? So do you think you could drop the cold shoulder thing and cut me some slack? Because I really do value and miss your friendship. And by the way, do you really think hooking up with random muay thai fighters is the most mature way to respond to your heartache?

Are you supposed to be Lana Weinberger, or something?

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Get the ball! As if. You get the ball, loser. I totally should have made Dr. Fung give me a note to get me out of gym class. Thank God my gym tee was always a little too big to begin with. Now it fits just right. Eva Braun, aka Trisha Hayes, was standing right next to her, filing her nails. Where have you been all week? Seriously, my head is going to explode. And inside, I was thinking, Just say it.

Mom was driving me crazy, she was so frantic to find a replacement. So I suggested you. You gave that speech last year, you know, when we were both running for student council president. And it was kind of good. Because Lana Weinberger said something nice to me. Fung excusing me from PE today, however.

This next part is. I just stood there staring at her. Which unfortunately gave Trisha Hayes a chance to notice the safety pin holding my skirt closed. Wanna come with? I just stood there, not sure if any of this was really happening, or if it was a symptom of my depression. You never know. She just looked. That thing with Josh. He was such a jerk sometimes. Plus, some of your friends are really.

Because I really meant it.

But maybe I deserve to be treated like dirt. Or how crazy depressed I am about everything. If you want. Come on, Trish. We gotta get to class. Potts came in and blew her whistle and told us to get in line to go to the park. I did what I was told without even thinking about it. It has to be. Carrot Top! Even though you and J. The only difference really was that you were actually crushing on Josh. No wonder Lana was mad. God, Mia.

You do suck. Maybe Lana really does want to hang out with me. The question is. Oh, crud. Here comes Mrs. But is it my fault no one will throw the ball to me? The one Kenny and J. I just put on my goggles and my lab coat, and am sitting here holding stuff out to them when they ask for it.

When I can actually identify what it is that they want, anyway. True, I totally do need new bras. But how can I hang out with Lana? I mean, even if she did apologize. What do we even have in common?

She likes partying. Which reminds me. I love my bed. No one can get me there. G took my TV away. Oh, well. I can always read Jane Eyre again.

Rochester get separated because of the whole Bertha thing, and then she hears his disembodied voice floating over the moor. What are you doing tomorrow night? If I got tickets to something, would you come with me? Anything you want to see, you name it. What can I say? I just want to stay in bed. Thanks for thinking of me, though!

If you want, I could come over. We could watch some movies.

Oh, wow. Even though he, of course, is the one who initiated it. But is about as much of the truth as J. Mia, is this about the newspaper thing? Is the paparazzi staking out your place or something? Of course not! I can take a hint. You two are engaged? Where are you registered?

Sharper Image, right? Which, of course, made Mr. Then he gave me a very irritated look. I am in the middle of a hazardous procedure involving the use of highly corrosive acids.

Please can we talk about Lilly some other time? What a baby. I mean, they are both equally horrible, in their own way. Knutz asking me how school went. Everything was exactly the same as last time. The only difference, really, was that I was in my toosmall school uniform instead of my Hello Kitty pajamas. Which I told him my mom had put down the incinerator. The same night my stepfather took away my TV. To which Dr. What happened in school today? Knutz asked me why I hate school so much, and so—just to illustrate my point—I told him about Lana.

She is willing to move on from your past differences. But she thinks I stole her boyfriend. I only met you yesterday, remember. Knutz looked confused. Well, how did you respond to his e-mail? And it turns out the mom asked me because Lana recommended me. Which was. I need new clothes. And Lana knows a lot about shopping. K said.

After all that, he was telling me a story about a mare named Dusty? What kind of weird psychological technique was this? Want to know why? And she wants to cool off. Besides, saddles are ruined when they get wet. Knutz said, without waiting for me to respond to the Dusty story, thank God. He actually read from his notes. So I beat him to the punch by dumping him first. Even though I regretted it later. The whole Judith Gershner thing. Someone who can clone fruit flies. Not someone like.

Knutz passed me the tissues. Not in an unkind way, either. I mean, being a princess is no big accomplishment! I was just BORN this way! I mean, anyone can be BORN! Then I felt ashamed of myself. I mean, for shouting. And she has thousands of loyal viewers. And she made that show all by herself. No one even helped her. Well, except for me and Shameeka and Ling Su and Tina. But we just helped with the camera work, really. There are lots of sixteen-year-olds who have accomplished loads more than me.

He said that. Which is basically what everyone else has been saying to me whenever I have brought up this subject. You do kind of suck. Now what are you going to do about it? I was so shocked I stopped crying and just sat there staring at him with my mouth hanging open. He shrugged. As opposed to for some boy? I was still kind of trying to get over my shock. What can I do?

Knutz shrugged. Wait till he gets a load of ihatemiathermopolis. My assignment? Go shopping with Lana. Figure out what I was put on this planet for besides being a princess. Come back and see Dr.

Knutz next Friday after school. I think I can handle the last one. The first two, though? Might actually kill me. I had kind of hoped. And because of a BOY. Tina just IMed me, though. At least I still have Tina.

How ARE you? I barely got to talk to you at school today.

Are you feeling better? Yes, thanks! I lie all the time anyway. You looked so sad at school. I know. Hey, I know what might cheer you up! Some retail therapy! I mean, you did grow an inch and gained a whole size! You need new clothes!

Do you want to go shopping tomorrow? You know how she loves to shop!!! And she knows all the designers. But I have to do something with my grandmother.

The lies just keep mounting and mounting. Even if I explained about the do-one-thing-every-day-that-scares-you thing. And the thing about Domina Rei. Anyway, I have searched for the ebooks So I will share it to you! Have a good day everyone. She's just a New York City girl living with her artist mom.

News Flash: Dad is prince of Genovia. So that's why a limo meets her at the airport! Dad can't have any more kids.

So no heir to the throne. Shock of the Century: Like it or not, Mia Thermopolis is prime princess material. Well, her father can lecture her until he's royal-blue in the face about her princessly duty--no way is she moving to Genovia and leaving Manhattan behind. No one ever said being a princess was easy.She says the doctor will see us now. Hair products such as mousse or gel, used sparingly, can help control a mane gone wild or give body to thin hair.

Those of us, however, like Lilly and me, who did not want to work on our individual projects mine is studying for Algebra; Lilly's is working on her cable access TV show did not.

She's just a New York City girl living with her artist mom. Sometimes I forget that even though you are a princess, you are still quite introverted.

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