Home: A Memoir of My Early Yearsby Julie Andrews
--People "Painfully shrewd, and written with real delicacy and pathos."
--The New York Times Book Review "Home reflects the very qualities that first made the working-class English singer a star 45 years ago: intelligence, gentle humor, and a clear, sweet, surprisingly powerful voice . . . In warmly nostalgic/em>/em>
"A frank, intriguing memoir."
--People "Painfully shrewd, and written with real delicacy and pathos."
--The New York Times Book Review "Home reflects the very qualities that first made the working-class English singer a star 45 years ago: intelligence, gentle humor, and a clear, sweet, surprisingly powerful voice . . . In warmly nostalgic later chapters, the book begins to glow."
--Entertainment Weekly "A delightful remembrance of her own childhood, and an engrossing prelude to her cinematic career . . . Andrews is an accomplished writer who holds back nothing while adding a patina of poetry to the antics and anecdotes throughout this memoir of bittersweet backstage encounters and theatrical triumphs."
--Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Frank and fascinating . . . Andrews comes across as plainspoken, guilelessly charming and resoundingly tough."
--Time In Home: A Memoir of My Early Years, Julie Andrews takes her readers on a warm, moving, and often humorous journey from a difficult upbringing in war-torn Britain to the brink of international stardom in America.
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In recounting her early musical and theatrical training, Andrews discusses the importance that she placed on the care and maintenance of her vocal chords. Listeners of this delightful audio will feel extremely grateful that the show business legend demonstrated such remarkable foresight all those decades ago. Her performance represents a shining achievement in vocal quality. The enhanced first CD includes photos from Andrews's personal collection. Sprinkled through Andrews's narration are a few prized archival snippets of her most memorable early Broadway tunes, and Ian Fraser's gentle piano interludes befit the poignancy of the material. Yet the focal point remains firmly planted on the power of the storytelling itself. Andrews projects the tone of a motherly figure confiding with her dearest friends over a cup of tea, and the 13-hour length truly flies by as if they were mere minutes. Simultaneous release with the Hyperion hardcover (Reviews, Jan. 14). (Apr.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
Andrews's memoir looks to be the first in a series chronicling this much-loved star's life, as it spans only her early years through her stage success in Camelot(1960). Her story begins in 1935 England, when she was born to an aspiring vaudevillian mother and a well-liked father who was a teacher. Her parents divorced, and her mother married Canadian tenor Ken Andrews; together, they performed in music halls across England. When Julie's voice was "discovered," she was made part of the act and began her professional career at 12, becoming the youngest solo performer at a Royal Command Performance. As her fame grew, she landed a role in Broadway's The Boyfriend, and at age 18, her successful musical comedy career began. Celebrity-memoir-lovers will enjoy her personal anecdotes and her humor, but this is more than the usual tell-all. Andrews paints a detailed and evocative picture of postwar England and the life of a child star. A best-selling children's author (The Great American Mousical), she has never told her own story before. A highly recommended, welcome addition to the genre.
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A Memoir of My Early Years
By Julie Andrews Hyperion
Copyright © 2008 Julie Andrews
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I am told that the first comprehensible word I uttered as a child was "home."
My father was driving his secondhand Austin 7; my mother was in the passenger seat beside him holding me on her lap. As we approached our modest house, Dad braked the car to turn onto the pocket-handkerchief square of concrete by the gate and apparently I quietly, tentatively, said the word.
My mother told me there was a slight upward inflection in my voice, not a question so much as a trying of the word on the tongue, with perhaps the delicious discovery of connection ... the word to the place. My parents wanted to be sure they had heard me correctly, so Dad drove around the lanes once again, and as we returned, it seems I repeated the word.
My mother must have said it more than once upon arrival at our house-perhaps with satisfaction? Or relief? Or maybe to instill in her young daughter a sense of comfort and safety. The word has carried enormous resonance for me ever since.
The river thames begins as a trickle just above Oxford in an area referred to in old literature as "Isis." The trickle has become a fair river and fordable by the time it reaches the great university city, and from there it winds its way through the English countryside,changing levels from time to time, spewing through the gates of some exquisitely pretty locks, passing old villages with lovely names like Sonning, Henley, Marlow, Maidenhead, and Bray.
It flows on through Windsor and Eton. Wicked King John signed the Magna Carta at a picturesque stretch of the Thames called Runnymede. It progresses through the county of Surrey, past Walton-the village where I was born-past the palace of Hampton Court where Sir Thomas More boarded the water taxis that carried him downriver after his audiences with Henry VIII, and continues through the county town of Kingston, on to Richmond and Kew. Finally it reaches London, gliding beneath its many bridges, passing the seat of British government, the Houses of Parliament, before making its final journey toward Greenwich and the magnificent Thames Estuary into the North Sea.
Because of the Thames I have always loved inland waterways-water in general, water sounds-there's music in water. Brooks babbling, fountains splashing. Weirs, waterfalls; tumbling, gushing. Whenever I think of my birthplace, Walton-on-Thames, my reference first and foremost is the river. I love the smell of the river; love its history, its gentleness. I was aware of its presence from my earliest years. Its majesty centered me, calmed me, was a solace to a certain extent.
The name "Walton" probably derives from the old English words wealh tun (Briton/serf and enclosure/town). Remnants of an ancient wall were to be found there in my youth. Walton is one of three closely related villages, the others being Hersham and Weybridge. When I was born, they were little more than stops on the railway line leading out of London into the county of Surrey. Hersham was the poor relative and had once been merely a strip of woodland beside another river, the Mole. It was originally occupied by Celts, whose implements were found in large numbers in the area. The Romans were there, and Anglo-Saxons were the first settlers. Hersham was very much a fringe settlement. Walton, slightly better off, was a larger village; Weybridge was altogether "upmarket."
Walton's small claim to fame was its bridge over the Thames. A very early version was painted by Canaletto; J. M. W. Turner painted a newer bridge in 1805. The span was reconstructed again long ago, but in my youth the bridge was so old and pitted that our bones were jarred as we rattled over it, and I was able to peer through the cracks and see the river flowing beneath. Driving across, away from the village, usually meant that I was leaving home to go on tour with my parents. Crossing back, though, was to know that we were in familiar territory once again. The river was our boundary; we could leave the busy world behind us and our front door was only moments away.
To this day, when I am flying into England, it is the view of the river that I search for as we descend toward Heathrow. And suddenly, I see it-stately, sparkling, winding through the meadows, forever soothing, forever serene.
I was named after my two grandmothers-Julia Elizabeth.
Julia, my mother's mother, was the eldest daughter of William Henry Ward. He was a gardener, and met my great- grandmother, Julia Emily Hearmon (always referred to as Emily), when they joined the staff of a large house in Stratford-upon-Avon. Great-Granny Emily was a "tweeny," which is the name given to the poor unfortunate who gets up even before the servants and lights their fires so that they, in turn, can see to the comforts of the household. She was eleven years old when she went into service.
Some years later, she and Great-Grandpa William married and moved to Hersham, where their first daughter, my maternal grandmother, Julia Mary Ward, was born in 1887. There was to be a barren lapse of nine years before the rest of the family came along at two-year intervals, in a vain effort to produce a son. Four daughters were born, who were collectively known as "the girls," all bearing highfalutin names, starting with Wilhelmina Hearmon, followed by Fenella Henrietta, Nona Doris, and finally, Kathleen Lavinia. Mercifully, they were all shortened, to Mina, Fen, Doll, and Kath. Finally, the longed-for son arrived-William Henry, shortened to Harry and then to Hadge, by which time Julia, being the eldest, had married ... and soon after, gave birth to my mother, Barbara Ward Morris, in July 1910. This meant that my mum had an uncle only a few years older than she, and therefore a built-in playmate.
I remember meeting my Great-Granny Emily Ward when she was in her eighties. Great-Grandpa had died, and she was living with her daughter Kath. Great-Granny was small and round like a barrel, with flawless skin and fine, pure white hair. She always smelled of fresh lavender and called me "dearie."
She had a sweet smile and a soft voice that sounded as if it were coming from a great distance. She loved canaries, and kept an aviary in the back of Auntie Kath's house in Hersham. I have loved canaries ever since.
Aunt Mina, Aunt Kath, and the other great-aunts were wonderful ladies, great characters all. Uncle Harry-or "Hadge"-was the black sheep of the family, and an alcoholic. I always felt there was something a little rough and dangerous about him, though he could be kind and had a playful sense of humor. Like his father, he had a magical touch with the land, and he eventually became our gardener. Things flourished when Hadge was in charge. My mother had a soft spot in her heart for him, and he was so competent when he was sober that she always wanted to keep him around. I used his image for the character of the gardener in my first children's book, Mandy.
My sense of the family history is somewhat sketchy, because my mother kept a great deal to herself. She spoke of her early years when pressed, but she never volunteered much-other than to speak lovingly of her mother, my namesake, Julia. Mum always took primroses to her grave in Hersham on Primrose Day, April 19, which was Granny Julia's birthday. Clearly, she missed her mother very much. The earliest recollections I have are of my mother's sadness at losing her. She must have carried her grief with her for many years in order for me to pick up on something like that.
It was left to my father and my aunt Joan, my mother's younger sister, to fill in what little I do know about my grandparents.
Grandmother Julia was apparently a sweet mouse of a woman. Sensitive, shy, of a retiring nature, yet a lover of music- my aunt told me she sang quite well. She wanted no more of life than to look after and love her children. I was told that my grandfather Arthur found this state of affairs suffocating and that her obvious attempts to please irritated him.
Unlike my mother, Aunt Joan spoke rather scathingly about Granny Julia, putting her down as being inferior to their father in intellect and breeding. Piecing the details together, I have concluded that my maternal grandmother was uneducated, pretty, hardworking, troubled; and that her husband, Grandfather Arthur Morris, was angry, talented, a womanizer, a bully, a drunkard, and illegitimate.
Arthur Morris was conceived at a time when it boded ill to be born "on the wrong side of the blanket," even if sired by a "Sir." Being tall-over six feet-of good countenance, and brainy, he apparently had an arrogant personality, but if he desired, he could be a great charmer. His own childhood was unhappy to say the least, as he was banished to the scullery most of the time, for his mother eventually married and his stepfather couldn't bear the sight of him.
As soon as he was of age, Arthur ran away to join the army and became a Grenadier Guard. Here he learned music and gained a promotion into the brass band, where he played the trumpet. He also excelled at the piano.
While stationed at Caterham Barracks, Surrey, Arthur met Granny Julia. They started seeing each other at every opportunity, and according to family rumor, Arthur "took advantage of" Julia in a field and she became pregnant. They dutifully married on February 28, 1910, at the Register Office, Godstone.
My mother, Barbara Ward Morris, was born on July 25, 1910. Five days later, Arthur did the unthinkable and deserted his regiment. The small family seemed to disappear into thin air for a time, but two years later Arthur was identified by a policeman as being on the army's missing list and was arrested, tried, and sentenced to sixty-three days in military prison for desertion. His superiors may have recognized that Julia was a new wife with a young child and that she needed her husband, for pleadings were made on his behalf, and after only twenty-nine days in prison, Arthur was formally discharged.
Julia and Arthur made a fresh start. They traveled to Kent, where Arthur became a member of the recently established Kent coal-mining community. On June 30, 1915, another daughter was born to them-my aunt Joan. After her birth, Arthur "deserted" again for a while, this time leaving his family. He was subject to bouts of depression, but it may simply have been that he went to the more lucrative mining area of South Yorkshire to search out new prospects for himself-for not long afterward, the Morrises moved again, to the pit village of Denaby, where Arthur was hired as a deputy at the local colliery.
The girls were both enrolled at Miss Allport's Preparatory School for Boys and Girls, and later they attended the village school in nearby Old Denaby. According to school records, my mother was very popular, very attractive. Aunt Joan was more reserved, always nervous. She depended on my mother a great deal. Both girls were striking, with alabaster complexions and glorious auburn hair.
It was during the period at Denaby that Arthur started composing and publishing poetry, which was quite well received and which earned him the moniker "The Pitman's Poet."
He also used his musical skills to entertain the villagers at cricket club functions, "smoking concerts" (men-only evenings), fund-raisers, and other parties around town. Arthur began teaching my mother to play the piano. Temperamentally, they were very much alike, being both self-willed and used to getting their own way. According to my aunt, many a shouting match was heard culminating with the sound of a sharp slap and a box on the ear.
Mum's version of these events was a little harsher; she claimed that her father hit her across the hands with a ruler. Either way, Arthur seems to have been a tyrannical and cruel parent. Eventually Mum took private lessons from a Miss Hatton and built her piano skills to a very high standard. In July of 1920, at the age of ten, she passed the first stage of the London College of Music curriculum. Her father is referred to in the announcement as "Mr. Arthur Morris, the well-known entertainer."
Years later, my aunt wrote this of her father: "People would come up to our mother and congratulate her on being married to such a fun-loving man. Little did they know of his dark moods of despair, when he would sit in his chair and speak not a word for days, and I would take the longest way round when crossing the room to avoid going near him. After these bouts, he would go away for a while, and return laden with gifts for us."
It seems that desertion continued to be a theme in Arthur's life.
Toward the end of 1921, he left the Denaby Colliery and the family moved a few miles away, to Swinton. Mum was eleven at the time, and Auntie was six. As Arthur became increasingly busy with his poetry, music, and entertaining, my mother became more accomplished at the piano-and in 1924, at the age of fourteen, she left school to pursue her piano playing full-time with a private tutor, and just a year and a half later she had passed the London College of Music's senior-level exams.
Mum now often accompanied her father on his tours, playing at many provincial concerts. She took part in several early radio broadcasts from Sheffield, and by the time she was sixteen, she was teaching music. Listed among her students for that year is my aunt, though the lessons didn't last long for several reasons-one being an acute sibling rivalry. My aunt was proficient at the piano, but music inspired her in other ways, namely to dance. Though untrained, she used every opportunity as a young child to dress up in her mother's clothes to improvise and to dance whenever possible.
All this information came not from my mother, but from my aunt and from research. Other than telling me she had passed her exams at an early age-she gained her LRAM and ALCM degrees-my mother never spoke about those years. How she felt about her studies remains a mystery, and I do not know where she took her exams. Given that the family was so poor, I cannot imagine who paid for her lessons in those days. Even if she had a scholarship, which I believe she did, I never saw her actual diplomas: she never displayed them, never had them framed.
In the summer of 1926, Granny Julia took my mum and my aunt to Hersham to visit her own mother, sweet Great-Granny Emily Ward. This was apparently a bucolic holiday for the girls, and they discovered the joys of the countryside and all that it had to offer compared to the mining towns where they lived.
Great-Granny Emily took in washing for the more affluent villagers. The tradition of "wash day" was backbreaking, rigorous work and was typical of the hardship and poverty the family endured in those times. Weather permitting, washing was done outside in the garden. Two enormous tubs with washboards and the requisite bars of yellow carbolic soap were set on trestle tables. Buckets of boiling water were constantly carried to and from the house. Sheets, pillowcases, towels, etc., were set in heaps on the ground. Whites went into one vat, colored items in the other, all to be soaked, scrubbed, then set in baskets while the tubs were emptied of their foamy suds and filled with fresh hot water for the rinsing process. Clothes were pegged on lines strung between two apple trees. Sheets were laid out on convenient bushes. In the evenings, the sweet-smelling laundry was brought indoors and made ready for ironing the next day.
My aunt recalled the fun of bringing in frozen shirts and pajama tops sparkling with a silver sheen of frost, the sleeves stiff and straight, which she used as dancing partners while she cavorted over the frozen cabbage stumps.
The following morning, sheets were carefully folded and set on the kitchen table to be used as a soft base for the ironing of clothes. No ironing boards then, and the irons themselves were heavy and had to be constantly reheated on trivets that swung over the fireplace.
Arthur, meanwhile, was performing for club audiences in various towns in the north of England. He bought a set of drums, which he taught himself to play, and when he thought he was proficient, he hired the local church hall. With my mother playing the piano and her mother at the entrance collecting the admission money, he began to run a series of profitable dances.
This new era meant that he was invited to many social gatherings. Granny Julia became hopelessly out of her depth in this more sophisticated company, so Arthur started going alone.
He was seldom home, and one morning, predawn, Julia tiptoed out of the house with her girls and left Arthur, probably because of his infidelities and alcoholism. They took the first train, returning to Hersham to stay permanently with Great-Granny Emily Ward.
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Julie Andrews' career has flourished over seven decades. Most recently she's played the queen in both the Princess Diaries and Shrek films. Her bestselling children's books include The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles, Mandy, and The Great American Mousical. She currently lives with her husband of 38 years, the acclaimed film director Blake Edwards, and they have five children and seven grandchildren.
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You may think you know everything there is of note about Julie Andrews, 'til you pick up this obsorbing memoir. Candid & smart, this gem brings Julie's early beginnings to page perfect realism. Anyone lucky to pick it up, will hear the music in her written voice.
Julie Andrews has written a very interesting autobiography of her life. She started singing at a very young age on stage. She kept going because of her phenomenal voice and beauty. She had a great many leading men that were truly interesting. She's had a really nice life except for the operation on her throat which destroyed her wonderful voice. This was a nice read about a nice lady. Julie Andrews enjoyed acting as well as singing, and she starred in movies and on the broadway stage. One of her regrets was not being selected to star in My Fair Lady, which she starred in on Broadway. But she was given a real break to her movie career by being chosen to be Mary Poppins, where she totally endeared herself to all her fans.
I always loved Julie Andrews as a singer and actress, so I was already interested in reading the book. I loved every minute of it and could not put it down. Reading her story made me respect her so much more.
Very nice read. She is such a class act in so many ways. I didn't understand why I couldn't see pictures on my nook. Was really looking forward to matching faces with her life events
In telling us about the first twenty-odd years of her life, Julie Andrews reveals that she led a fairly sheltered existence for most of it. But with the advantage of hindsight she freely admits this, and it lends a certain spice to the story of the woman who was, for all intents and purposes, synonymous with the notion of G-rated movies for several years. Of course, seeing that this is Julie Andrews, the term "spice" is somewhat relative as well. But there are still details of her life that I wasn't aware of - for one, the fact that she came from a broken home. For another, the fact that she started her career in vaudeville. All told, Andrews tells her story in a forthright and interesting way, and I'm only sorry that she cut it off just before she started her work on "Mary Poppins". I would have loved to hear her impressions of Dick Van Dyke and the rest of that cast. I hope she continues her story and that the next volume comes out soon.
I was walking in a market place and walked into a particular place. I found this book lying on a table for dedoration. I pulled my notebook out of my bag and wrote the authors name and the name of the book. Im a book worm, so if i c a book i gotta check it out! I read a paragraph. I went home and got on my nook and searched for it. I found it. Sucessfuly. i cannot wait to read it. But depending on the age its appropriate for i must wait. I do not know what age its appropriate to read. Anyway. I bet its a great book!
The hardcover is 339 pages so the ebook is probably close
This is the kind of book that, if you love Julie Andrews, you hear her voice narrating to you. It was wonderful! I only wish there was more about her life after Mary Poppins.
Great book that brought back a lot of memories! Written simply and with feeling, Julie shares memories of childhood and the beginning of her stardom. Wonderful as a summer read!
I am very glad I read this book. It was wonderful to take a look at her life before the movies, and see her life in theather. It made me long even more for the chance to see her in these roles on stage. If you like Ms. Andrews I say buy this and enjoy the read.
I am about 3/4 the way through this book, it is a very interesting story into the beginning life of Julie Andrewsl.
The book was well written and gave insight to Julie we might never have known. I learned that she is well worth the admiration I have for her with her blessed talent!
Home by Julie Andrews is an interesting autobiography about Andrews and her life when she was young. Many people know Julie from her big appearances in Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music but this book really shows the reader her life before all of the fame. Julie was born on October 1, 1935 in England before World War 2. Her parents got divorced when she was very young. Her mother left her father for a Canadian singer named Ted Andrews. Julie¿s mother was an accomplished piano player and Ted and her mother traveled around performing. Their performances did not make a great deal of money so Julie¿s family was very poor. Ted Andrews then encourages Julie at an early age to pursue a singing career and trains Julie¿s voice between the ages of 8 to 12. Julie then performs in a Christmas play called ¿Cinderella¿ in London. Then she lands her first Broadway play in ¿The Boy Friend.¿ Andrews also recollects about her roles in ¿My Fair Lady¿ and ¿Camelot.¿ She shares her experiences in her different roles in the arts. She also shares about personal family experiences that many people have never heard about. One is about her marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Tony Walton and the birth of her daughter named Emma. The major messages/ themes in the book are to follow your dreams and do not let your doubts get in the way of that. There were many things that I liked about this book. One of them was that I liked hearing about her experiences in the arts and the roles that she played. I also liked how I got to see what Julie Andrews life was like in her early years. My dislikes were that sometimes she went on and on about a certain thing that I thought were not necessary for the book. People should read this book because it is inspiring to see how Julie never gives up on her dreams. Many people only know Julie Andrews from when she was older and the readers are able to learn about what life was like for Julie at a young age. I would overall rate this book an 8 out of 10 because I really learned a lot about Julie Andrews and her life in the arts, performing and singing. This is an amazing book and is very highly recommended to anyone who knows about Julie Andrews and is interested in the arts.
This book was enjoyable and one that I would happily continue reading. It ended at an appropriate time in her acting career & is written as easily as she speaks. Delightful!
Julie Andrews had a very difficult youth, but overcame it to become the wonderful lady we know and love. Book is very well written and interesting.
while it is an intrresting story, it jumps around, as if from thought to thought without connection quite often.
This book is very amazing. I felt like I was right there with her. She is a very strong woman to have to endure what she did growing up. I am so glad that she has a wonderful career. She worked her but off to be where she is at now. No one will ever forget "The Sound of Music." Even if you are not a Julie Andrews fan, I think that you still will love this book. I have wished since I was little to get a chance to meet her and talk with her. I want that more than ever now. She is an inspiration!!
Julie Andrews' autobiography allows the reader with a new insight to the performer's life. It is very thorough and really covers everything. This is, in my opinion, one of the best features of the book, but it can also be a downside, as at times it tends to focus on little things that don't matter to the entire story. However, each memory is extremely detailed, which makes them all more interesting. The book begins with Julie as a young child, in which she talks about her first performances with her step father and her mother. She takes the reader through all of the shows she was in, including the ones where she performed in front of the Queen and Royal Family. Then she takes us to the first time she travels to America, which happens to be to star in a Broadway show. We then continue to follow her life at home and her stage career for the rest of the book. The major theme becomes clear at the beginning of the book- find who you are. Once you find it, grab it and don't let go. Chase your dreams in order to become who you are. It's a great message anyone should hear! I would recommend this book to people who are love to perform onstage, love to watch performances, or are a fan of Julie Andrews, as it's a detailed and great autobiography.
I love Julie Andrews and when I saw her book I thought I don't know as I hate to read books about people's lives. But to my surprise it was very good. It as interesting to see what she had to go through to get to where she is today and how different the time she grew up in was from my own. I was intrigued and very happy that I bought this and look forward to reading another book of hers someday.
i bought this book because i was doing my final project for my music appreciation class on julie andrews. i have always loved her for both her movies and music, and was thrilled that she was my subject. i was immediately sucked into her world. i identified with her in a lot of ways becausei too, have sang for many years. because i love musicals, i relished her backstage stories while working on "my fair lady", "cinderella" (which rodgers and hammerstein wrote specifically for her.), and "camelot". i laughed with her. i cried with her. i enjoyed every minute of it! this is one of those books you won't want to put down. because of incredibly well-crafted and interesting book, i aced my project. after reading it, i was so inspired that i wrote a poem about her. this book only added to my admiration for this amazing lady. run, do not walk, to go buy this book.
Although this story ends too soon (at the birth of Julie's first child), I was excited to learn more about her growing up years and the hardships she endured. I'd always thought of her as so privileged and genteel, it was amazing to learn all the difficult times she had. She has emerged a true lady and an inspiration to singers and actors as well.
This brings insight to the life of Julie Andrews. Since Julie Andrews wrote this book, it is not boring like most autobiographies. I would recommend this book to anyone who loves Julie Andrews and wants to learn more about her.
After learning how Julie Andrews was brought up and her life experiences, tells the reader why and how this wonderful actress thinks and how she became who she became. It is remarkable that she went through all the hardship and misunderstandings and became this wonderful person that she is.
well the only reason for me to write today is to let her know that she is the most elegant, classiest lady i have ever seen..i saw her in the princess diaries and have admired her since then.