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    The Princess Diaries, Volume III: Princess in Love
    The Princess Diaries, Volume III: Princess in Love
    The Princess Diaries, Volume III: Princess in Love
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    The Princess Diaries, Volume III: Princess in Love

    By Meg Cabot

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    The third book in the #1 New York Times bestselling Princess Diaries series by Meg Cabot.

    Princess Mia may seem like the luckiest girl ever. But the truth is, she spends all her time doing one of three things: preparing for her nerve-racking entrée into Genovian society, slogging through the congestion unique to Manhattan in December, and avoiding further smooches from her hapless boyfriend, Kenny. For Mia, being a princess in love is not the fairy tale it’s supposed to be...or is it?

    Princess in the Love is the third book in the beloved, bestselling series that inspired the feature film starring Anne Hathaway and Julie Andrews.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperTeen
    Release dateMar 17, 2009
    ISBN9780061958472
    The Princess Diaries, Volume III: Princess in Love
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    Meg Cabot

    MEG CABOT’s many books for both adults and teens have included numerous #1 New York Times bestsellers, with more than twenty-five million copies sold worldwide. Her Princess Diaries series was made into two hit films by Disney, with a third movie coming soon. Meg currently lives in Key West, Florida, with her husband and various cats.

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    • 5/5
      Princess in Love was one of my favorite books. I never wanted to stop reading. I liked this book because the situation Mia is in can happen in real life.
    • 4/5
      Fun to read!
    • 4/5
      The story continues in Princess in Love, as Mia prepares to take her first official trip to Genovia, she must also pass her finals, find a date to the non-denomination winter dance, and find a way to break up with her boyfriend who she is not actually in love with.As with the first novel, I thoroughly enjoyed Mia's voice as she wrote in her diary, as well as the little extra tidbits she throws in, such as copies of the entries she wrote for her English journal (that she had to turn in!) and Lilly's rejected English paper proposal. The only thing I'm not enjoying in these novels is the character of Lilly. I know she's supposed to be out there and annoying, but her character really grates on me.Can't wait to read the next book and see how Mia's trip to Genovia went!
    • 5/5
      Yes! This book was the one I was waiting for. Mia finally starts to show us who she really is - strong, courageous, and honest. Grandmere takes a stand in the wrong way but with the exactly right intentions. And Mia's friends are more than just props; they become people. This book is written through the eyes of a young woman coming to grips with reality, shedding her naivete, and blossoming into adulthood. About damn time.
    • 5/5
      Why I chose this book: I am enjoying the whole series (actually all of Meg Cabot's books) !!! What I thought: I loved this book as much as the first two....and am looking forward to the rest:)
    • 4/5
      more and more princess lessons and more torture for Mia
    • 5/5
      As I said for the review of the last book, I consider the first three Princess Diaries books to be a mini-trilogy in themselves. Princess in Love has to be one of my favorite entries in the whole series. (Because I can be a total girl sometimes.) This is the first time in the series where you see Mia as a flawed character, in her unintentional leading-on of Kenny, as well as her being able to stand up for herself with more confidence. I’m not a huge fan of the extended Renaldo family, particularly the introduction of Sebastino, as he seems to serve his purpose and then disappears for a few books. But the end still gets to me, and I can’t help but have my heart soar reading the last entry in this book. (Again, total girl.) This is another of those books that’s just pure fun from beginning to end.
    • 3/5
      I'm going through a patch where this kind of simple reading is about all I want to tackle. Perfect escapism, sweetly silly
    • 3/5
      Another Light read. Perfect book if you feel real low!
    • 5/5
      I find myself astonished to say that I really enjoy this series. I get all wrapped up in this teenage drama. It takes me back to when I was a teenager (minus all the princess stuff): the demands from your family, boys, friends, boys, doing what you believe in, and boys. I think that this was my favorite so far in the series.
    • 4/5
      Fun and fluffy, and Anne Hathaway's reading does add something to the audiobook. Sure, it's horrifically stereotypical teen problems and longing set to the backdrop of being a princess in new york, but... if you didn't want that, why are you reading volume 3 of the princess diaries?
    • 3/5
      The good thing about these books? They're a fast read. I still don't like the series, but it's so successful, there is obviously something here that people enjoy. I'm hoping it gets better, but I always feel like clobbering Mia for being so annoying and weird (and not in the good way).
    • 3/5
      It was cute. I liked it.
    • 5/5
      The third book of the princess series. Mia finally got what she's been waiting fo her whole life. A boyfriend. The problem is, she doesn't even like him. Sure he's nice but Kenny is just not Mia's type. Mia sends Michael (her best friend's brother) love notes. After the final exams, Mia finds herself crying and Kenny breaks up with her. Mia doesn't want to go to the Christmas dance but her grandmother forced her to. There, Mia finds out that Michael likes her and they become the new couple. Christmas break is coming and now she has to go to Genovia for the break.One thing I don't understand is that Mia finally gets what she's been trying to get her whole life and now all she wants to do is get rid of what she has. Mia is very emotional in this book. Her grandmother certainly isn't helping (like always). Is Mia just ruining her life?
    • 5/5
      Well Mia has a new set of problems to deal with. Before she could never get a boyfriend. And in this volume, she ends up with a boyfriend.. but the problem is that she doesn't like him. She ends up going out with Kenny, her Bio partner, instead of coming clean and telling the truth that she's actually in love with Michael. Despite feeling a bit sorry for Kenny, who proclaims his love a few times, it's a little funny and amusing to watch these characters dance around one another. And I was so glad when Mia finally go her happy ending. At the end of this one, there seems to be a tone of conclusion but you know that there isn't since there are still so many volumes after this and she still hasn't gone back to Genovia- which is the next volume I believe. I realized that these volumes don't really cover a lot of time. About a month each volume in Mia's life. Usually, I would find books like that a little tedious because it seems like the author is just dragging it out... but in this case, I barely noticed it because I was just so eager to read about Mia and her disasters and problems. Well, fans of this series (who are as behind in the game as me) won't be disappointed. And newcomers, get on board!
    • 5/5
      This third installment of the series, the most mature and enjoyable so far, deals mainly with Mia's complicated social life and getting used to herself- as both a princess and a human being. I picked up the book and kept on reading until I was done, with no breaks, including my time on the tredmill. This is a masterpeice, which brings endearing and realistic Mia right to the heart.
    • 4/5
      Mia can be a little bit annoying,, especially when she puts things off, but I remember the intensity of my feelings in high school, and I can really feel for her. Actually, listening to this makes me feel a bit guilty about I few things I did when I was the same age - watching Mia do the same things lets me see it from the other people's point of view!While the story is primarily a romance, I really like the way that Mia, while thinking about her Michael 24/7, remains an individual, she's more than her romance, she's got a rounded life, and doesn't just identify herself by her crush. There's a lovely scene where she gets her algebra results that highlights what I like about this series - Mia's not just a princess, she's a very grounded girl.
    • 5/5
      In this 3rd book Princess Mia has some challenges to face. 1. She is leaving for Genovia at the end of finals.2. FINALS!3. She is in love with her best friend's brother.4. And, oh, yeah, avoiding kisses from her current boyfriend!WHAT TO DO?!? Find out what her sollution is in, Meg Cabot's Princess in Love!
    • 3/5
      The good thing about these books? They're a fast read. I still don't like the series, but it's so successful, there is obviously something here that people enjoy. I'm hoping it gets better, but I always feel like clobbering Mia for being so annoying and weird (and not in the good way).
    • 5/5
      All princess diaries books DESERVE at least 4 stars!
    • 5/5
      Fantastic i love'd it
      The best book ever.
      I will continue reading the series!
    • 5/5
      Its a really good book for teenagers. Girls who think their life is unbearable should definately read this series. Its my favourite book and I recommend it to every teenage girl.
    • 4/5
      This was probably my favorite in the series so far. Mia truly came into her own in this book. She stands up for herself with her peers as well as Clarice. I also like the bonding moment between grandmother and granddaughter. A lot of wonderful elements in this one!
    • 5/5
      I still find Lilly to be a bit abrasive for my liking, but she did end up redeeming herself a bit at the end of this book. I hope for her to continue to become more likeable as the series progresses. I enjoyed the drama surrounding the Kenny and Michael situation and meeting another relative of Mia's in Sebastiano. I also truly enjoyed seeing a more compassionate side of Grandmere.

    Book preview

    The Princess Diaries, Volume III - Meg Cabot

    English Class

    Assignment (Due December 8): Here at Albert Einstein High School, we have a very diverse student population. Over one hundred and seventy different nations, religions, and ethnic groups are represented by our student body. In the space below, describe the manner in which your family celebrates the uniquely American holiday, Thanksgiving. Please utilize appropriate margins.

    MY THANKSGIVING

    by Mia Thermopolis

    6:45 a.m.—Roused by the sound of my mother vomiting. She is well into her third month of pregnancy now. According to her obstetrician, all the throwing up should stop in the next trimester. I can’t wait. I have been marking the days off on my ’N Sync calendar. (I don’t really like ’N Sync. At least, not that much. My best friend, Lilly, bought me the calendar as a joke. Except that one guy really is pretty cute.)

    7:45 a.m.—Mr. Gianini, my new stepfather, knocks on my door. Only now I am supposed to call him Frank. This is very difficult to remember due to the fact that at school, where he is my first-period Algebra teacher, I am supposed to call him Mr. Gianini. So I just don’t call him anything (to his face).

    It’s time to get up, Mr. Gianini says. We are having Thanksgiving at his parents’ house on Long Island. We have to leave now if we are going to beat the traffic.

    8:45 a.m.—There is no traffic this early on Thanksgiving Day. We arrive at Mr. G’s parents’ house in Sagaponic three hours early.

    Mrs. Gianini (Mr. Gianini’s mother, not my mother. My mother is still Helen Thermopolis because she is a fairly well known modern painter under that name, and also because she does not believe in the cult of the patriarchy) is still in curlers. She looks very surprised. This might not only be because we arrived so early, but also because no sooner had my mother entered the house than she was forced to run for the bathroom with her hand pressed over her mouth, on account of the smell of the roasting turkey. I am hoping this means that my future half-brother or -sister is a vegetarian, since the smell of meat cooking used to make my mother hungry, not nauseated.

    My mother had already informed me in the car on the way over from Manhattan that Mr. Gianini’s parents are very old-fashioned and are used to enjoying a conventional Thanksgiving meal. She does not think they will appreciate hearing my traditional Thanksgiving speech about how the Pilgrims are guilty of committing mass genocide by giving their new Native American friends blankets filled with the smallpox virus, and that it is reprehensible that we as a country annually celebrate this rape and destruction of an entire culture.

    Instead, my mother said, I should discuss more neutral topics, such as the weather.

    I asked if it was all right if I discussed the astonishingly high rate of attendance at the Reykjavik opera house in Iceland (over 98 percent of the country’s population has seen Tosca at least once).

    My mother sighed and said, If you must, which I take to be a sign that she is beginning to tire of hearing about Iceland.

    Well, I am sorry, but I find Iceland extremely fascinating, and I will not rest until I have visited the ice hotel.

    9:45 a.m.–11:45 a.m.—I watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade with Mr. Gianini Senior in what he calls the rec room.

    They don’t have rec rooms in Manhattan.

    Just lobbies.

    Remembering my mother’s warning, I refrain from repeating another one of my traditional holiday rants, that the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade is a gross example of American capitalism run amok.

    At one point during the broadcast, I catch sight of Lilly standing in the crowd outside of Office Max on Broadway and Thirty-Seventh, her videocamera clutched to her slightly squished-in face (so much like a pug) as a float carrying Miss America and William Shatner of Star Trek fame passes by. So I know Lilly is going to take care of denouncing Macy’s on the next episode of her public access television show, Lilly Tells It Like It Is (every Friday night at nine, Manhattan cable channel 67).

    12:00 p.m.—Mr. Gianini Junior’s sister arrives with her husband, their two kids, and the pumpkin pies. The kids, who are my age, are twins, a boy, Nathan, and a girl, Claire. I know right away Claire and I are not going to get along, because when we are introduced she looks me up and down the way the cheerleaders do in the hallway at school and goes, in a very snotty voice, "You’re the one who’s supposed to be a princess?"

    And while I am perfectly aware that at five foot nine inches tall, with no visible breasts, feet the size of snow-shoes, and hair that sits in a tuft on my head like the cotton on the end of a Q-tip, I am the biggest freak in the freshman class of Albert Einstein High School for Boys (made coeducational circa 1975), I do not appreciate being reminded of it by girls who do not even bother finding out that beneath this mutant facade beats the heart of a person who is only striving, just like everybody else in this world, to find self-actualization.

    Not that I even care what Mr. Gianini’s niece Claire thinks of me. I mean, she is wearing a pony-skin miniskirt. And it is not even imitation pony skin. She must know that a horse had to die just so she could have that skirt, but she obviously doesn’t care.

    Now Claire has pulled out her cell phone and gone out onto the deck, where the reception is best (even though it is thirty degrees outside, she apparently doesn’t mind. She has that pony skin to keep her warm, after all). She keeps looking in at me through the sliding glass doors and laughing as she talks on her phone.

    Nathan—who is dressed in baggy jeans and has a pager, in addition to a lot of gold jewelry—asks his grandfather if he can change the channel. So instead of traditional Thanksgiving viewing options, such as football or the Lifetime Channel’s made-for-TV movie marathon, we are now forced to watch MTV2. Nathan knows all the songs and sings along with them. Most of them have dirty words that have been bleeped out, but Nathan sings them anyway.

    1:00 p.m.—The food is served. We begin eating.

    1:15 p.m.—We finish eating.

    1:20 p.m.—I help Mrs. Gianini clean up. She says not to be ridiculous, and that I should go have a nice gossip with Claire.

    It is frightening, if you think about it, how clueless old people can be sometimes.

    Instead of going to have a nice gossip with Claire, I stay where I am and tell Mrs. Gianini how much I am enjoying having her son live with us. Mr. G is very good about helping around the house, and has even taken over my old job of cleaning the toilets. Not to mention the thirty-six-inch TV, pinball machine, and foozball table he brought with him when he moved in.

    Mrs. Gianini is immensely gratified to hear this, you can just tell. Old people like to hear nice stuff about their kids, even if their kid, like Mr. Gianini, is thirty-nine and a half years old.

    3:00 p.m.—We have to leave if we are going to beat the traffic home. I say good-bye. Claire does not say good-bye back to me, but Nathan does. He advises me to keep it real. Mrs. Gianini gives us a lot of leftover turkey. I thank her, even though I don’t eat turkey, being a vegetarian.

    6:30 p.m.—We finally make it back into the city, after spending three and a half hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic along the Long Island Expressway. Though there is nothing very express about it, if you ask me.

    I barely have time to change into my baby-blue floor-length Armani sheath dress and matching ballet flats before the limo honks downstairs, and Lars, my bodyguard, arrives to escort me to my second Thanksgiving dinner.

    7:30 p.m.—Arrive at the Plaza Hotel. I am greeted by the concierge, who announces me to the masses assembled in the Palm Court:

    Presenting Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo.

    God forbid he should just say Mia.

    My father, the prince of Genovia, and his mother, the dowager princess, have rented the Palm Court for the evening in order to throw a Thanksgiving banquet for all of their friends. Despite my strenuous objections, Dad and Grandmère refuse to leave New York City until I have learned everything there is to know about being a princess . . . or until my formal introduction to the Genovian people the day before Christmas, whichever comes first. I have assured them that it isn’t as if I am going to show up at the castle and start hurling olives at the ladies-in-waiting and scratching myself under the arms. I mean, I am fourteen years old: I do have some idea how to act, for crying out loud.

    But Grandmère, at least, does not seem to believe this, and so she is still subjecting me to daily princess lessons. Lilly recently contacted the United Nations to see whether these lessons constitute a human rights violation. She believes it is unlawful to force a minor to sit for hours practicing tipping her soup bowl away from her—"Always, always, away from you, Amelia!"—in order to scrape up a few drops of lobster bisque. The UN has so far been unsympathetic to my plight.

    It was Grandmère’s idea to have what she calls an old-fashioned Thanksgiving dinner, featuring mussels in a white wine sauce, squab stuffed with foie gras, lobster tails, and Iranian caviar, which you could never get before because of the embargo. She has invited two hundred of her closest friends, plus the emperor of Japan and his wife, since they were in town anyway for a world trade summit.

    That’s why I have to wear ballet flats. Grandmère says it’s rude to be taller than an emperor.

    8:00 p.m.–11:00 p.m.—I make polite conversation with the empress while we eat. Like me, she was just a normal person until one day she married the emperor and became royal. I, of course, was born royal. I just didn’t know it until September, when my dad found out he couldn’t have any more kids, due to his chemotherapy for testicular cancer having rendered him sterile. Then he had to admit he was actually a prince and all, and that though I am illegitimate, since my dad and my mom were never married, I am still the sole heir to the Genovian throne.

    And even though Genovia is a very small country (population 50,000) crammed into a hillside along the Mediterranean Sea between Italy and France, it is still this very big deal to be princess of it.

    Not a big enough deal for anyone to raise my allowance higher than ten dollars a week, apparently. But a big enough deal that I have to have a bodyguard follow me around everywhere I go, just in case some Euro-trash terrorist in a ponytail and black leather pants takes it into his head to kidnap me.

    The empress knows all about this—what a bummer it is, I mean, being just a normal person one day, and then having your face on the cover of People magazine the next. She even gave me some advice: She told me I should always make sure my kimono is securely fastened before I raise my arm to wave to the populace.

    I thanked her, even though I don’t actually own a kimono.

    11:30 p.m.—I am so tired on account of having gotten up so early to go to Long Island, I have yawned in the empress’s face twice. I have tried to hide these yawns the way Grandmère taught me to, by clenching my jaw and refusing to open my mouth. But this only makes my eyes water, and the rest of my face stretch out like I am hurtling through a black hole. Grandmère gives me the evil eye over her salad with pears and walnuts, but it is no use. Even her malevolent stare cannot shake me from my state of extreme drowsiness.

    Finally, my father notices, and grants me a royal reprieve from dessert. Lars drives me back to the apartment. Grandmère is clearly upset because I am leaving before the cheese course. But it is either that, or pass out in the fromage bleu. I know that in the end, Grandmère will have retribution, undoubtedly in the form of forcing me to learn the names of every member of the Swedish royal family, or something equally as heinous.

    Grandmère always gets her way.

    12:00 a.m.—After a long and exhausting day of giving thanks to the founders of our nation—those genocidal hypocrites known as the Pilgrims—I finally go to bed.

    And that concludes Mia Thermopolis’s Thanksgiving.

    Saturday, December 6

    Over.

    That is what my life is. O-V-E-R.

    I know I have said that before, but this time I really mean it.

    And why? Why THIS TIME? Surprisingly, it’s not because:

    Three months ago, I found out that I’m the heir to the throne of a small European nation, and that at the end of this month, I am going to have to go to said small European nation and be formally introduced for the first time to the people over whom I will one day reign, and who will undoubtedly hate me, because given that my favorite shoes are my combat boots and my favorite TV show is Baywatch, I am so not the royal-princess type.

    Or because:

    My mother, who is expecting to give birth to my Algebra teacher’s child in approximately seven months, recently eloped with said Algebra teacher.

    Or even because:

    At school they’ve been loading us down with so much homework—and after school, Grandmère’s been torturing me so endlessly with all the princess stuff I’ve got to learn by Christmas—that I haven’t even been able to keep up with this journal, let alone anything else.

    Oh, no. It’s not because of any of that. Why is my life over?

    Because I have a boyfriend.

    At fourteen years of age, I suppose it’s about time. I mean, all my friends have boyfriends. All of them, even Lilly, who blames the male gender for most, if not all, of society’s ills.

    And okay, Lilly’s boyfriend is Boris Pelkowski, who may, at the age of fifteen, be one of the nation’s leading violin virtuosos, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t tuck his sweater into his pants, or that he doesn’t have food in his braces more often than not. Not what I would call ideal boyfriend material, but Lilly seems to like him, which is all that matters.

    I guess.

    I have to admit, when Lilly—possibly the pickiest person on this planet (and I should know, having been best friends with her since kindergarten)—got a boyfriend, and I still didn’t have one, I pretty much started to think there was something wrong with me. Besides

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