About the Book

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!)

DOWNER: Dad can't have any more kids. (So there's no heir to the throne.)

SHOCK OF THE CENTURY: Like it or not, Mia Thermopolis is prime princess material.

THE WORST PART: Mia must take princess lessons from her dreaded grandmère, the dowager princess of Genovia, who thinks Mia has a thing or two to learn before she steps up to the throne.

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.

But what's a girl to do when her name is PRINCESS AMELIA MIGNONETTE GRIMALDI THERMOPOLIS RENALDO?

Inspiration

I was inspired to write The Princess Diaries when my mom, after the death of my father, began dating one of my teachers, just as Mia’s mom does in the book! I have always had a “thing” for princesses (my parents used to joke that when I was little, I did a lot of insisting that my “real” parents, the king and queen, were going to come get me soon, and that everyone had better start being a LOT nicer to me) so I stuck a princess in the book just for kicks… and VOILA! The Princess Diaries was born.

Reviews

“Like reading a note from your best friend.”
—ALA Booklist

“If girrrrl heroines are what you want, the hilarious Princess Diaries has a winner in sassy Mia.”
—Twist

Awards

  • ALA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers (WINNER)
  • New York Public Library Books for the Teen Age (WINNER)
  • Tennessee Volunteer State TASL Book Award (WINNER)

Excerpt

Tuesday, September 23

Sometimes it seems like all I ever do is lie.

My mom thinks I'm repressing my feelings about this.

I say to her, "No, Mom, I'm not. I think it's really neat. As

long as you're happy, I'm happy."

Mom says, "I don't think you're being honest with

me."

Then she hands me this book. She tells me she wants

me to write down my feelings in this book, since, she says,

I obviously don't feel I can talk about them with her.

She wants me to write down my feelings? Okay, I'll

write down my feelings:

I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S DOING THIS TO ME!

Like everybody doesn't already think I'm a freak. I'm

practically the biggest freak in the entire school. I mean,

let's face it: I'm five foot nine, flat-chested, and a freshman.

How much more of a freak could I be?

If people at school find out about this, I'm dead. That's

it. Dead.

Oh, God, if you really do exist, please don't let them

find out about this.

There are four million people in Manhattan, right?

That makes about two million of them guys. So out of

TWO MILLION guys, she has to go out with Mr. Gianini.

She can't go out with some guy I don't know. She can't go

out with some guy she met at D'Agostinos or wherever.

Oh, no.

She has to go out with my Algebra teacher.

Thanks, Mom. Thanks a whole lot.

Wednesday, September 24, Fifth Period

Lilly's like, "Mr. Gianini's cool."

Yeah, right. He's cool if you're Lilly Moscovitz. He's

cool if you're good at Algebra, like Lilly Moscovitz. He's

not so cool if you're flunking Algebra, like me.

He's not so cool if he makes you stay after school

EVERY SINGLE SOLITARY DAY from 2:30 to 3:30 to

practice the FOIL method when you could be hanging out

with all your friends. He's not so cool if he calls your mother

in for a parent/teacher conference to talk about how

you're flunking Algebra, then ASKS HER OUT.

And he's not so cool if he's sticking his tongue in your

mom's mouth.

Not that I've actually seen them do this. They haven't

even been on their first date yet. And I don't think my mom

would let a guy put his tongue in her mouth on the first date.

At least, I hope not.

I saw Josh Richter stick his tongue in Lana Weinberger's

mouth last week. I had this totally close-up view of it, since

they were leaning up against Josh's locker, which is right

next to mine. It kind of grossed me out.

Though I can't say I'd mind if Josh Richter kissed me

like that. The other day Lilly and I were at Bigelows picking

up some alpha hydroxy for Lilly's mom, and I noticed

Josh waiting at the checkout counter. He saw me and he

actually sort of smiled and said, "Hey."

He was buying Drakkar Noir, a men's cologne. I got a

free sample of it from the salesgirl. Now I can smell Josh

whenever I want to, in the privacy of my own home.

Lilly says Josh's synapses were probably misfiring that

day, due to heatstroke or something. She said he probably

thought I looked familiar but couldn't place my face without

the cement block walls of Albert Einstein High behind

me. Why else, she asked, would the most popular senior in

high school say hey to me, Mia Thermopolis, a lowly freshman?

But I know it wasn't heatstroke. The truth is, when he's

away from Lana and all his jock friends, Josh is a totally

different person. The kind of person who doesn't care if a

girl is flat-chested or wears size-ten shoes. The kind of person

who can see beyond all that into the depths of a girl's

soul. I know because when I looked into his eyes that day

at Bigelows, I saw the deeply sensitive person inside him,

struggling to get out.

Lilly says I have an overactive imagination and a

pathological need to invent drama in my life. She says the

fact that I'm so upset about my mom and Mr. G is a classic

example.

"If you're that upset about it, just tell your mom,"

Lilly says. "Tell her you don't want her going out with

him. I don't understand you, Mia. You're always going

around, lying about how you feel. Why don't you just

assert yourself for a change? Your feelings have worth, you

know."

Oh, right. Like I'm going to bum my mom out like

that. She's so totally happy about this date, it's enough to

make me want to throw up. She goes around cooking all

the time. I'm not even kidding. She made pasta for the first

time last night in like months. I had already opened the

Suzie's Chinese take-out menu, and she says, "Oh, no cold

sesame noodles tonight, honey. I made pasta."

Pasta! My mom made pasta!

She even observed my rights as a vegetarian and didn't

put any meatballs in the sauce.

I don't understand any of this.

THINGS TO DO

1. Buy cat litter

2. Finish FOIL worksheet for Mr. G

3. Stop telling Lilly everything

4. Go to Pearl Paint: get soft lead pencils, spray

mount, canvas stretchers (for Mom)

5. World Civ report on Iceland (5 pages, double spaced)

6. Stop thinking so much about Josh Richter

7. Drop off laundry

8. October rent (make sure Mom has deposited

Dad's check!!!)

9. Be more assertive

10. Measure chest