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In this continuation of the Cinderella story, fifteen-year-old Ella finds that accepting Prince Charming's proposal ensnares her in a suffocating tangle of palace rules and royal etiquette, so she plots to escape.

In this continuation of the Cinderella story, fifteen-year-old Ella finds that accepting Prince Charming's proposal ensnares her in a suffocating tangle of palace rules and royal etiquette, so she plots to escape.

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Publishers Weekly
PW wrote, "Haddix puts a feminist spin on the Cinderella story, beginning her tongue-in-cheek novel where the traditional story ends. Her straightforward, often gleefully glib narrative breathes fresh life into the tale." Ages 10-14. (Aug.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
KLIATT
To quote KLIATT's Sept. 1999 review of the hardcover edition: In this continuation of the story of Cinderella, the 15-year-old fiancée of Prince Charming is living in luxury in the royal palace, receiving lessons in royal protocol, and hating every minute of it...when she tries to get out of their engagement, she is cast into the dungeon. Always intrepid, Ella is amused to hear that people have invented a fairy godmother for her, as she had managed to get to the ball all on her own. Taking her destiny into her own hands once again, Ella digs her way out of the dungeon and makes her way to the refugee camp run by a former palace tutor—the man she realizes she really is in love with. She ends up running the camp, and thinking about becoming a doctor. This feminist take on the traditional fairy tale features an enterprising and spirited heroine, who doesn't need a fairy godmother or a man to make her dreams come true. Haddix, author of Don't You Dare Read This, Mrs. Dunphrey and other YA novels, creates a swift and engaging read that will please anyone who wondered about the "happily ever after" part of the tale. An ALA Best Book for YAs and Quick Pick. KLIATT Codes: J—Recommended for junior high school students. 1999, Simon & Schuster, Aladdin, 220p., $4.99. Ages 13 to 15. Reviewer: Paula Rohrlick; September 2001 (Vol. 35 No. 5)
Children's Literature - Children's Literature
Margaret Peterson Haddix has crafted an intriguing realistic Cinderella type tale in Just Ella. No fairy godmother, no magic, just a girl whose dream to marry Prince Charming is almost realized. Ella is whisked away to the castle to learn how to be "princess." Soon bored with royal ritual, she discovers that a prince with good looks only, can't satisfy her intellectually or emotionally. She wants "out." When Ella breaks the news to him, he's speechless. No one has dared to defy him. He figures she'll come to her senses when she spends a night in the dungeon. Ha! He doesn't know Ella. With no fairy godmother to rescue her, she's got to forge her own destiny. This feisty heroine will not be denied, but she does need a bit of luck! 1999, Simon & Schuster, Ages 10 to 14, $17.00. Reviewer: Jan Lieberman
School Library Journal
Gr 7-9-This imaginative retelling and continuation of "Cinderella" opens two weeks after the ball. Ella Brown, now known as Princess Cynthiana Eleanora, reveals that neither fairy godmother nor magic helped her escape from her stepmother and the Step-Evils; rather, she relied on her own determination, intelligence, and sharp wits to attend the ball. Now, however, ensconced in the palace to learn royal etiquette and protocol, Ella's dream has become a nightmare. She realizes that Charm, although very handsome, is shallow and boring. When Ella attempts to break their engagement, the so-called Charmings throw her into the dungeon. Her spirit triumphs again, as she digs her way out via the latrine, and escapes to help in refugee camps being set up by Jed, a young man she met at the castle. Just Ella touches on many contemporary themes, including the components of love and happiness, the need for shared values in a relationship, the unimportance of physical appearance, and how young girls are manipulated by society's images of beauty. Reminiscent of Gail Levine's Ella Enchanted (HarperCollins, 1997), and of other retold fairy tales including Donna Jo Napoli's Zel (Dutton, 1996) and Robin McKinley's Beauty (HarperCollins, 1978), Just Ella has a certain charm and appeal. Written for a somewhat older audience than Ella Enchanted in terms of vocabulary and subjects touched upon, this title can be recommended for fans of that book who are now a couple of years older and the perfect age to enjoy this new take on a strong heroine.-Connie Tyrrell Burns, Mahoney Middle School, South Portland, ME Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In the wake of Gail Carson Levine's Ella Enchanted (1997) and such recent movies as Ever After, Haddix (Among the Hidden, 1998, etc.) has her own ideas about whether Cinderella really lived happily ever after. After Ella's triumph with the prince and the glass slipper, she moves into the castle to undergo tedious training in etiquette under the unctuous Madame Bisset. She's astonished to learn that the castle servants believe she was sent to the fateful ball by a fairy godmother. Actually she wore her mother's wedding gown and tricked the village glassblower into making her uncomfortable slippers. Ella also learns that the only thing charming about her prince is his name; when she decides not to marry him she's thrown in the dungeon. With the help of Mary, a poor servant girl she has befriended, Ella tunnels her way out. She makes her way to a camp for war refugees run by Jed Reston, her only other friend from the castle. If she lives happily ever after in Haddix's version, it's because she takes charge of her own life. This cleverly done book would make a good read-aloud for younger children, an addition to units on myth and fairy tales at the middle-school level, and will also entertain high school students—and lead them to Haddix's other, more contemporary works. (Fiction. 10-16)
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"Provocative and entertaining."
Booklist

"Haddix puts a feminist spin on the Cinderella story, beginning her tongue-in-cheek novel where the traditional story ends."
Publishers Weekly

"Imaginative...reminiscent of Gail Levine's Ella Enchanted."
SLJ

Booklist
"Provocative and entertaining."
SLJ
"Imaginative...reminiscent of Gail Levine's Ella Enchanted."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780689851971
  • Publisher: Aladdin
  • Publication date: 6/28/2002
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 218
  • Age range: 11 - 14 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.14 (w) x 7.64 (h) x 0.67 (d)

Meet the Author

Margaret Peterson Haddix is the author of many critically and popularly acclaimed YA and middle grade novels, including The Missing series and the Shadow Children series. A graduate of Miami University (of Ohio), she worked for several years as a reporter for The Indianapolis News. She also taught at the Danville (Illinois) Area Community College. She lives with her family in Columbus, Ohio. Visit her at HaddixBooks.com.
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Just Ella


By Margaret Peterson Haddix

Rebound by Sagebrush

Copyright ©2001 Margaret Peterson Haddix
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0613909283


Chapter Four


A long, dull afternoon of needlepoint stretched ahead of me, so I dawdled leaving the dining room. That meant I was alone when I felt a timid tug on my dress.

"Please, miss. I mean, Princess."

It was the child I'd sent for the doctor.

"Me mum, she's the one tending to that lord now, she says he's got a fair to middling chance of making it, and if he pulls through the night, he could live another twenty years. Except nobody knows if he'll ever be really himself again, because he can't move one of his arms and one of his legs, and half his face don't move neither. But" — the last words came out in a rush — "me mum says he wouldn't be alive at all if you hadn't sent for help so quick and made sure he could breathe and all."

The child stood back on her heels, looking at me doubtfully, as if afraid I might punish her for speaking.

"Thank you," I said. "I hope somebody else thanked you too, for running for help so quickly. You're really the one who saved Lord Reston's life."

The girl hunched her shoulders modestly.

"That's what me mum says."

I felt the familiar stab of envy, hearing someone talk about a mother who obviously loved her. My own mother had died when I was born, and my father said ithurt to talk about her, so I had very little in the way of even secondhand memories. Certainly Lucille was no substitute for a loving mother. And I'd lost my father, too.

I dragged myself out of self-pity and directed my attention back to the child. Her dirt-colored hair was cut in a ragged circle around her face, and her cheeks and hands were so grubby it was hard to tell how long ago they'd been washed, if ever. And anyhow, her nose was too big and her mouth was too small — no one could mistake her purpose in life to be providing beauty. But her eyes were lively and quick, and I found myself looking at them and forgetting the rest.

"What's your name, child?" I asked.

"Mary."

"I'm — well, I guess you know who I am," I said. "How about if we make a deal. If you get a chance, could you let me know tomorrow how Lord Reston is doing? You're the Þrst person who's been honest with me. I don't have anything with me now, but I'm sure I can come up with some reward for you."

Mary giggled.

"Oh, that don't matter. I just thought you'd want to know. I heard you ask at the table. Don't that Madame Bisset beat all?"

Mary's pronunciation of "Madame" was actually better and more French sounding than mine. She probably knew more about palace protocol too. I squinted thoughtfully. Mary wasn't more than four or Þve years younger than me. It didn't seem fair that I was now a princess and she would always be a servant, just because I looked a little prettier than her.

"Madame Bisset does beat all," I agreed. "You won't get in trouble for talking to me, will you?"

"Are you kidding?" Mary said. "Not as long as you don't mind."

"All right, then — ," I started, when someone called from down the corridor, "Princess — "

"See you tomorrow," I told Mary.

I went off to my needlepoint feeling a little cheerier.

That evening was my time to meet with the prince. We had an hour together just about every other night, depending on his schedule. I saw him at the banquet table every night, of course, but that was often from a distance, because the seating chart always changed. In the beginning, they always placed me with Madame Bisset and my other instructors, so they could correct any horrifying error I made before it attracted too much attention. I could tell someone thought I was learning something, because in the last few days I'd occasionally gotten to sit near people who hadn't heard anything but the castle's ofÞcial story — that I was a foreign princess who'd disguised herself as a commoner, because I wanted to win Prince Charming's love on my own merits, not because of my father's vast lands. I thought anyone who believed the castle's ofÞcial story had to be several logs short of a roaring Þre, but nobody asked me.

Now I sat in the prince's vast antechamber, waiting. The protocol of these visits was strictly regimented. Someone — usually one of my older and therefore more mature ladies-in-waiting — had to walk me down the hall and make sure there was a chaperon in attendance. My lady-in-waiting would curtsy and discreetly remove herself. Then the door to the prince's bedchambers, a place I'd never seen, would open, and I'd catch my breath and try to make conversation with the prince, the man I was going to marry.

I studied the tapestry on the wall, a dramatic scene of huntsmen killing a wild boar. There were dogs yapping at the boar, blood pouring from his sides, a nobleman with a sword poised above him, ready to deliver the Þnal thrust. Women must have stitched this gory scene — needlepoint wasn't for men. How did that Þt with Madame Bisset's notion that women must be protected from all unpleasantness? I dismissed her ideas as too silly to even think about.

Behind me, tonight's chaperon, an ancient retainer of the king's, snuffled. He sounded like he had a bad cold. The candles sputtered in their sconces. The old grand-father clock by the door donged eight times. Not twelve — not midnight, the hour I had dreaded and run from on the most exciting evening of my entire life...

Remembering the ball, I almost missed the opening door. But then there was the prince, in all his glory: clear blue eyes, high cheekbones, rugged jaw, blond hair precisely the right length because it was cut every fourth day by the royal barber. Tonight the prince was wearing a deep blue waistcoat that exactly matched his eyes and showed off his muscular chest and trim waist. My heart quickened, as always. Dizzily, I thought back to a summer afternoon years ago, before the Step-Evils entered my life, when several of the other girls in the neighborhood and I were wading in the creek behind our house, talking of whom we would marry.

"This is posh," Vena, a gloomy girl none of us really liked, had muttered. "We'll all settle for whoever asks us. We'll just be lucky if we don't get someone like my dad."

Her father was a well-known ne'er-do-well, who spent most of his time in the village tavern.

"Not me," I said. "I won't settle. If the right person doesn't ask, I won't marry at all."

Some of the girls gasped, I remember. What would they have said if I'd vowed to marry a prince?

Now I murmured, "Your Majesty," trying to sound properly digniÞed and feminine and loving. I bent forward and extended my hand for kissing. Charm took it, and the brush of his lips on my skin sent shivers down my spine.

"Princess," he said.

His voice was low and deep, just as you would expect. Perfect, like everything else about him.

He sat down beside me, his left leg a scant inch from my skirt.

"Have you had a good day?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "And you?"

I hesitated. Had he heard about Lord Reston? Would I be violating some etiquette rule by bringing up his condition? I didn't know if Prince Charming realized that Lord Reston was tutoring me, or if Prince Charming even knew who Lord Reston was. No wonder I kept making so many gaffes — I never thought to ask the important questions until it was too late. Tonight, I decided, the less said the better.

"My day was Þne, Your Majesty," I murmured.

"Good," he said.

The chaperon coughed behind us. The clock ticked. I saw the time on its face: 8:03. And already Prince Charming and I had run out of things to say.

I often wished, during these stiff meetings, that I could skip ahead in my life, past the glorious wedding, to maybe a year from now. Then, after many hours together without a chaperon, I could picture the prince and I cuddling cozily on these cushions instead of sitting stiffly an inch apart. We'd share our deepest thoughts and dreams, forgetting there was a castle or a kingdom or anything outside our love for each other. We'd call each other Charm and El, not "Majesty" and "Princess."

So far I'd called Prince Charming "Charm" only in my mind.

Prince Charming gave me an innocent, adorable smile. He didn't seem to realize that the chaperon made me feel awkward, or that the silence between us was uncomfortable and unnatural.

Charm and I hadn't talked much the night of the ball either, but then, we didn't need to. When we danced, he kept one hand on just the right spot on the small of my back, gently guiding me. His other hand held mine. We looked into each other's eyes, and it seemed like he already knew everything about me. He didn't let me dance with anyone else. He whispered in my ear, "You're the most beautiful girl here."

Hey, I was as susceptible to flattery as the next girl.

Sometimes he still told me I was beautiful, but it wasn't like he was really paying attention.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

He jerked his head toward me, jolted by the urgency in my voice.

"The hunt," he said, then looked puzzled. I may have surprised him into telling the truth.

"You went hunting today," I said, trying to coax more out of him. "Did you catch much?"

The word catch sounded odd. Back home we used to talk about catching Þsh. That's what I was thinking of. But the deer and wild boars and other animals worthy of royalty's attention weren't "caught." Should I have said "killed"? Were ladies allowed to say that? How could Prince Charming and I ever talk the way I wanted to — no holds barred, our thoughts as close as our bodies had been at the grand ball — if we couldn't even use the same words?

The prince smiled indulgently.

"Don't trouble your mind about that," he said. "The kingdom is in Þne shape. Why, we throw away food here at the castle that would be a feast in Suala."

Suala was a neighboring kingdom. We had been at war with Suala for as long as I could remember, so maybe the prince was only showing bravado, the way street urchins brag about the number of maggots in the bread they steal. But still, I wondered....

"Why?" I asked. "Why throw away food when some of your own subjects go hungry each night? Why, I myself know — "

The prince toyed with a ringlet that had escaped from the ribbon holding my hair in place. He wrapped and unwrapped my long blond curl around his Þngers. I wished my hair had feeling. I wished he were touching my hand instead. I couldn't remember what I was going to say I knew.

The prince chuckled.

"So my princess worries about the poor," he said. "If it pleases you, I'll order that our table scraps be set outside the palace gate each evening."

"It's that easy?" I asked. "Just like that?"

The prince shrugged.

"Why not? It matters not to me."

He smiled and I should have smiled back, given him the gratitude he deserved. But his last words stopped me.

Why didn't his own hungry subjects matter to him? What was wrong with this man?

Continues...


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First Chapter

A long, dull afternoon of needlepoint stretched ahead of me, so I dawdled leaving the dining room. That meant I was alone when I felt a timid tug on my dress.

"Please, miss. I mean, Princess."

It was the child I'd sent for the doctor.

"Me mum, she's the one tending to that lord now, she says he's got a fair to middling chance of making it, and if he pulls through the night, he could live another twenty years. Except nobody knows if he'll ever be really himself again, because he can't move one of his arms and one of his legs, and half his face don't move neither. But" -- the last words came out in a rush -- "me mum says he wouldn't be alive at all if you hadn't sent for help so quick and made sure he could breathe and all."

The child stood back on her heels, looking at me doubtfully, as if afraid I might punish her for speaking.

"Thank you," I said. "I hope somebody else thanked you too, for running for help so quickly. You're really the one who saved Lord Reston's life."

The girl hunched her shoulders modestly.

"That's what me mum says."

I felt the familiar stab of envy, hearing someone talk about a mother who obviously loved her. My own mother had died when I was born, and my father said it hurt to talk about her, so I had very little in the way of even secondhand memories. Certainly Lucille was no substitute for a loving mother. And I'd lost my father, too.

I dragged myself out of self-pity and directed my attention back to the child. Her dirt-colored hair was cut in a ragged circle around her face, and her cheeks and hands were so grubby it was hard to tell how long ago they'd been washed, if ever. And anyhow, her nose was too big and her mouth was too small -- no one could mistake her purpose in life to be providing beauty. But her eyes were lively and quick, and I found myself looking at them and forgetting the rest.

"What's your name, child?" I asked.

"Mary."

"I'm -- well, I guess you know who I am," I said. "How about if we make a deal. If you get a chance, could you let me know tomorrow how Lord Reston is doing? You're the _rst person who's been honest with me. I don't have anything with me now, but I'm sure I can come up with some reward for you."

Mary giggled.

"Oh, that don't matter. I just thought you'd want to know. I heard you ask at the table. Don't that Madame Bisset beat all?"

Mary's pronunciation of "Madame" was actually better and more French sounding than mine. She probably knew more about palace protocol too. I squinted thoughtfully. Mary wasn't more than four or _ve years younger than me. It didn't seem fair that I was now a princess and she would always be a servant, just because I looked a little prettier than her.

"Madame Bisset does beat all," I agreed. "You won't get in trouble for talking to me, will you?"

"Are you kidding?" Mary said. "Not as long as you don't mind."

"All right, then -- ," I started, when someone called from down the corridor, "Princess -- "

"See you tomorrow," I told Mary.

I went off to my needlepoint feeling a little cheerier.

That evening was my time to meet with the prince. We had an hour together just about every other night, depending on his schedule. I saw him at the banquet table every night, of course, but that was often from a distance, because the seating chart always changed. In the beginning, they always placed me with Madame Bisset and my other instructors, so they could correct any horrifying error I made before it attracted too much attention. I could tell someone thought I was learning something, because in the last few days I'd occasionally gotten to sit near people who hadn't heard anything but the castle's of_cial story -- that I was a foreign princess who'd disguised herself as a commoner, because I wanted to win Prince Charming's love on my own merits, not because of my father's vast lands. I thought anyone who believed the castle's of_cial story had to be several logs short of a roaring _re, but nobody asked me.

Now I sat in the prince's vast antechamber, waiting. The protocol of these visits was strictly regimented. Someone -- usually one of my older and therefore more mature ladies-in-waiting -- had to walk me down the hall and make sure there was a chaperon in attendance. My lady-in-waiting would curtsy and discreetly remove herself. Then the door to the prince's bedchambers, a place I'd never seen, would open, and I'd catch my breath and try to make conversation with the prince, the man I was going to marry.

I studied the tapestry on the wall, a dramatic scene of huntsmen killing a wild boar. There were dogs yapping at the boar, blood pouring from his sides, a nobleman with a sword poised above him, ready to deliver the _nal thrust. Women must have stitched this gory scene -- needlepoint wasn't for men. How did that _t with Madame Bisset's notion that women must be protected from all unpleasantness? I dismissed her ideas as too silly to even think about.

Behind me, tonight's chaperon, an ancient retainer of the king's, snuffled. He sounded like he had a bad cold. The candles sputtered in their sconces. The old grand-father clock by the door donged eight times. Not twelve -- not midnight, the hour I had dreaded and run from on the most exciting evening of my entire life...

Remembering the ball, I almost missed the opening door. But then there was the prince, in all his glory: clear blue eyes, high cheekbones, rugged jaw, blond hair precisely the right length because it was cut every fourth day by the royal barber. Tonight the prince was wearing a deep blue waistcoat that exactly matched his eyes and showed off his muscular chest and trim waist. My heart quickened, as always. Dizzily, I thought back to a summer afternoon years ago, before the Step-Evils entered my life, when several of the other girls in the neighborhood and I were wading in the creek behind our house, talking of whom we would marry.

"This is posh," Vena, a gloomy girl none of us really liked, had muttered. "We'll all settle for whoever asks us. We'll just be lucky if we don't get someone like my dad."

Her father was a well-known ne'er-do-well, who spent most of his time in the village tavern.

"Not me," I said. "I won't settle. If the right person doesn't ask, I won't marry at all."

Some of the girls gasped, I remember. What would they have said if I'd vowed to marry a prince?

Now I murmured, "Your Majesty," trying to sound properly digni_ed and feminine and loving. I bent forward and extended my hand for kissing. Charm took it, and the brush of his lips on my skin sent shivers down my spine.

"Princess," he said.

His voice was low and deep, just as you would expect. Perfect, like everything else about him.

He sat down beside me, his left leg a scant inch from my skirt.

"Have you had a good day?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "And you?"

I hesitated. Had he heard about Lord Reston? Would I be violating some etiquette rule by bringing up his condition? I didn't know if Prince Charming realized that Lord Reston was tutoring me, or if Prince Charming even knew who Lord Reston was. No wonder I kept making so many gaffes -- I never thought to ask the important questions until it was too late. Tonight, I decided, the less said the better.

"My day was _ne, Your Majesty," I murmured.

"Good," he said.

The chaperon coughed behind us. The clock ticked. I saw the time on its face: 8:03. And already Prince Charming and I had run out of things to say.

I often wished, during these stiff meetings, that I could skip ahead in my life, past the glorious wedding, to maybe a year from now. Then, after many hours together without a chaperon, I could picture the prince and I cuddling cozily on these cushions instead of sitting stiffly an inch apart. We'd share our deepest thoughts and dreams, forgetting there was a castle or a kingdom or anything outside our love for each other. We'd call each other Charm and El, not "Majesty" and "Princess."

So far I'd called Prince Charming "Charm" only in my mind.

Prince Charming gave me an innocent, adorable smile. He didn't seem to realize that the chaperon made me feel awkward, or that the silence between us was uncomfortable and unnatural.

Charm and I hadn't talked much the night of the ball either, but then, we didn't need to. When we danced, he kept one hand on just the right spot on the small of my back, gently guiding me. His other hand held mine. We looked into each other's eyes, and it seemed like he already knew everything about me. He didn't let me dance with anyone else. He whispered in my ear, "You're the most beautiful girl here."

Hey, I was as susceptible to flattery as the next girl.

Sometimes he still told me I was beautiful, but it wasn't like he was really paying attention.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

He jerked his head toward me, jolted by the urgency in my voice.

"The hunt," he said, then looked puzzled. I may have surprised him into telling the truth.

"You went hunting today," I said, trying to coax more out of him. "Did you catch much?"

The word catch sounded odd. Back home we used to talk about catching _sh. That's what I was thinking of. But the deer and wild boars and other animals worthy of royalty's attention weren't "caught." Should I have said "killed"? Were ladies allowed to say that? How could Prince Charming and I ever talk the way I wanted to -- no holds barred, our thoughts as close as our bodies had been at the grand ball -- if we couldn't even use the same words?

The prince smiled indulgently.

"Don't trouble your mind about that," he said. "The kingdom is in _ne shape. Why, we throw away food here at the castle that would be a feast in Suala."

Suala was a neighboring kingdom. We had been at war with Suala for as long as I could remember, so maybe the prince was only showing bravado, the way street urchins brag about the number of maggots in the bread they steal. But still, I wondered....

"Why?" I asked. "Why throw away food when some of your own subjects go hungry each night? Why, I myself know -- "

The prince toyed with a ringlet that had escaped from the ribbon holding my hair in place. He wrapped and unwrapped my long blond curl around his _ngers. I wished my hair had feeling. I wished he were touching my hand instead. I couldn't remember what I was going to say I knew.

The prince chuckled.

"So my princess worries about the poor," he said. "If it pleases you, I'll order that our table scraps be set outside the palace gate each evening."

"It's that easy?" I asked. "Just like that?"

The prince shrugged.

"Why not? It matters not to me."

He smiled and I should have smiled back, given him the gratitude he deserved. But his last words stopped me.

Why didn't his own hungry subjects matter to him? What was wrong with this man?

Copyright © 1999 by Margaret Peterson Haddix

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2012

    Made Me Love To Read

    THIS BOOK CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER! I was 9 when I read this book and I couldn't put it down. This book made me realize that I love to read spinoffs of fairytales. This book makes you feel like your in the book. I reccomend this book to girls 11 yrs and up if you love to read if not 14 years and up. Also another book by Haddix that is well written is Palace of Mirrors.

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2012

    I HIGHLY RECCOMEND THIS BOOK!

    I love this book! Its mainly about a girl who thinks life will be perfect once she marries Prince Charming. WRONG! Ella is a great character who shows that you dont need magic to make your happily ever after.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2012

    Great book

    I luved this book! I reccomend it to anyone!

    7 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 13, 2009

    its not "just Ella"

    Historical Fiction <BR/><BR/>Just Ella<BR/><BR/>Margret Patterson Haddix<BR/><BR/>¿¿Once upon a time,¿ I said mischievously, wrinkling my nose so Jed would know I was making fun of the whole thing, `I was just a poor girl in rags¿¿ But somehow remembering everything transported me back, and I quickly settled into seriousness. I wasn¿t even pretending to be Princess Cynthiana Eleanora anymore. I was myself again, Ella Brown, always hungry, always cold, always angry at my stepmother¿s and stepsister¿s cruelties. . . .¿<BR/><BR/>When you hear a `cinders Ella¿ story you think of a poor little girl being whisked away from her stepmothers and stepsisters home to live with the prince and have a happily ever after. Not this story. Ella has learned that her happily ever after is not so great but more¿ BORING! When Ella is taken off to the palace grounds she thinks that that she will have everything she has always wanted, but is endless, boring lessons and stupid, annoying restrictions what she wanted? No! Ella feels bad when she tries to end the engagement, but finds Quog, a terrible THING in her way to her escape.<BR/><BR/>As I read this story I was quickly able to guess the end by the 3rd-4th chapter. I could have stopped reading, flipped to the last page read that, and said DONE! But I didn¿t, I stuck it through and I was right about the end. This book was good¿ for a 5th-6th grader; I would say that it was pretty pathetic. I don¿t advise you to read this book if you are older than 11-12. IF you are older and you are in to fairytale and princesses than I say read it. But if you are more of a reader like me, who likes a suspense-full, twisted novel; I think you might despise this book as much as I do.<BR/><BR/>Over all, the book was, well, TERRIBLE. But it kept me busy and I read it. I will never buy this book for my personal collection. I will not be too sad if I never have to read it again.

    6 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2012

    A favorite

    Read a long time back. Reread it a few times definitly a favorite. I'm 24 now and still like this retelling.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2012

    I love margret peterson haddix!!!!!!!!!!!!

    This book is really good. It is about ella a poor girl who goes to a ball and dances with the prince. She ends up becoming the princess but learns she dosnt like that kind of life. This is a great spin on the origional cinderella story. Also by haddix i reccomend double identity and uprising.
    (Pardon my spelling) :)

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2012

    Omg si good

    I loved this princess cinderalla remix! I just didnt like the ending. Well i liked ut i just eish it was longer!!!!! Really good overall!

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2012

    ....

    This book would have been good. But the ending was STUPID!!!! Seriously, it just says she went back to work. She should have FELL IN LOVE WITH JED.

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2012

    Really good but a little far from romance

    I thought this book was really interesting at first and the main plot was simply marvolous. What would happen to cinderella if the happy ever after was a hoax? I thought the first hundread pages were very good but the end didnt capture me at all. No real feelings were shared with the prince , ella, and sorry-i-forgot-his-name ellas tutor u might say i guess. The end i found was very tedious waiting for something to happen when she escaped (spolier) and i ended just skipping pages with the same old event. I thought this was okay-but-good-as-well but i wouldnt stop u from buying the book except for SOME BORING PARTS i dont regret reading just ella.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2012

    ??????????

    is it a romance novel?

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 14, 2009

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    hated it.

    i picked this book up all excited thinking that it was going to be amazing but let me just tell you... eww. ove only gotten through the first two chapters and ive had this book for four years. i can not get into it at all. i find it to be very boring and just blah. i suggest to not pick this book up unless your taste in books is ick.

    2 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2008

    I Also Recommend:

    I'm a 6th grade student in Glendale AZ and the book Just Ella rocks!

    Just Ella by Margaret Peterson Haddix, is about a girl named Ella.Her journey from a slave in her own house, to princess in training, to escaped convict takes place in mid evil times. Even then you could learn a lesson or two.The lesson of this story is that life is not a fairy tale. Even though the story is a little dramatic, I like it because it has more twists and turns than you can imagine and that it relates to the Cinderella story. It relates to the Cinderella story and to some mid evil towns. Another book that I have read that is similar to Just Ella is the Cinderella movie novel and Ida B.Ida B changes when other things in her life change like Ella and Cinderella is like what Ella had to go through. Overall, I think that Just Ella rocks!

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2014

    Great

    Ella from ella enchanted( except she doesnt have a fairy godmother) is engaged to prince charming. She realizes that his love is a show and tells him that she doesnt want to merry him. He reveals his true self and puts her in jail untill she comes to her sences about the subject. She digs her way out wih the help of her servant friend and reunites with her tutor who is helping the sick from the war. She realizes who she realy loves...

    This is a great book! I couldnt put it down! Very well written! I hope Mrs. Haddix writes a sequal! And soon!
    Oh and i there is one please inform me and title your review to bella123! Thanks,
    Reader :)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2013

    Mackenzie speaking here

    I love this book Mageret Peterson Haddix is an amzing author even though the ending was a little boring it was amazing book please read but if you don't like fairytales then I wouldn't read this book even though it is good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!You have got to read it AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2013

    A MUST READ!!!!!!

    Loved it! A+++

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2012

    Mary ann

    I love this book, just sooooo nice and unique

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2012

    Book worm

    This book is absoloutly AMAZING! Love it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2012

    Ayannomus

    I dont have it but i want it cuz it mostly 4 and 5 stars! So i will prob ask my mom for it!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2012

    Greatest book ever

    This is a fun version cinderella wow!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    Good!

    I loved this book

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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