The Princess Diaries: Volume 7 and 3/4: Valentine Princess

The Princess Diaries: Volume 7 and 3/4: Valentine Princess

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by Meg Cabot
     
 

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That is, it usually means those things. But when you're Princess Mia, nothing happens the way it's supposed to. For one thing, Grandmère seems determined to prove that boy (or Michael, as he is commonly known) isn't the right one for the crown princess of Genovia. And Mia isn't having much luck proving otherwise, since Michael has a history of being

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That is, it usually means those things. But when you're Princess Mia, nothing happens the way it's supposed to. For one thing, Grandmère seems determined to prove that boy (or Michael, as he is commonly known) isn't the right one for the crown princess of Genovia. And Mia isn't having much luck proving otherwise, since Michael has a history of being decidedly against any kind of exploitative commercialization (Valentine's Day, as it is commonly known).

Boris can declare his love openly to Lilly, and even Kenny comes through with a paltry Whitman's Sampler. So why can't Michael give in to Cupid and tell Mia he loves her—preferably with something wrapped in red or pink and accompanied by roses—in time to prove he's Mia's true prince?

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Children's Literature - Joan Elste
There is so much going on in Meg Cabot's Valentine Princess, the latest in her "Princess Diaries Book" series, that the reader cannot possibly become bored. From the beginning pages when Mia's mother finds a lost notebook from Mia's freshman year in high school, the story is hard to put down. First there's the discovery of the notebook, then Grandmere's infatuation with her astrologist, Dr. Steve, whose predictions about Mia's love life are unsettling, followed by the experience of her first Valentine's Day with Michael, who feels that it's a crass commercial ritual that he refuses to participate in. And it keeps getting better. The fun escalates when Mia speaks of the holiday to her friend, Tina, who is surprised and shocked that Mia and Michael have made no plans for Valentine's Day. The plot thickens when Mia decides to give Michael a gift anyway, despite his feelings. But that opens another can of worms. Will she look like a fool? Will it seem to Michael that she is expecting a gift from him also? Valentine Princess is a cute book, filled with clever quips, and it's a breeze to read.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061972072
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/06/2009
Series:
Princess Diaries , #8
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
96
Sales rank:
510,409
File size:
738 KB
Age Range:
13 Years

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Valentine Princess: A Princess Diaries Book


By Meg Cabot

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Meg Cabot
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060847182

Chapter One

Tuesday, February 11, 6 p.m.,
The limo on the way home from princess lessons

Today when I walked into my princess lessons with Grandmère after school, there was this totally creepy-looking guy occupying the pink brocade settee where I normally sit (because it's nearest the bowl of sugared almonds that I sneak whenever Grandmère isn't looking, even though they aren't actually that good, like not candy- or chocolate- coated or anything, but beggars can't be choosers, and why do old people always have such sucky candy, anyway?), and I was all, "Who are you?" because this dude had on one of those monochromatic tie-and-shirt thingies, like a TV talk show host or mafioso might wear, and that is not the kind of person you'd expect to see sitting in a dowager princess's living room suite at the Plaza. I mean, not to be pejorative. But it's true.

Then Grandmère came out in a blue feather-trimmed wrap, like she was the Queen Mum and not the princess's grandmum, and was all, "Oh, good, Amelia, I'm so glad you're here. Meet Dr. Steve," and I was like, "Whaty who?" and she was all, "How dare you speak that way to my astrologist???"

So yeah. Grandmère has an astrologist.

I will admit, I'm pretty worried because, of course, I thought of Rasputin--you know, that guy who was, like, "spiritual advisor" (aka mysticoracle) to the Russian royal family, before they all ended up getting shot by their angry populace. Not necessarily because of Rasputin, but the czar's subjects did kind of lose respect for him because he and his wife were listening to the advice of a dude who collected hair from virgins as a hobby.

Obviously, this didn't happen with Nancy Reagan, who was getting advice from astrologist Jeane Dixon, but that's just because Jeane Dixon's hobby was playing golf.

Anyway, I guess Dr. Steve isn't like Rasputin. I mean, he doesn't have a beard--in fact, he barely had any hair at all, being mostly bald. And he was wearing a suit, not monk's robes.

Still, I didn't like it much when he pointed at me and went, "Don't tell me! Let me guess! This is Her Royal Highness, Princess Amelia!"

Which made Grandmère clap her hands and do a jig, practically.

"Yes!" she cried. "You're right! He's amazing! Isn't he amazing, Amelia?"

I don't see what's so amazing about it, since he'd heard Grandmère say my name when I walked in.

Plus, it's not like a picture of my face isn't plastered all over the cover of Teen People every month. But whatever.

"Tell us what you've learned about Amelia, Doctor," Grandmère said, plopping herself down on one of the matching pink brocade chairs and snapping her fingers at me in her time-honored signal for Fix me a Sidecar. Now. "I gave him your birth date and time yesterday, Amelia, and Dr. Steve promised to read the results this afternoon, when you could be here to hear them."

"Um, that's okay," I said, as I headed for the bar. "I'm good. I don't need my fortune told." Particularly by someone named Dr. Steve.

"Dr. Steve doesn't tell fortunes, Amelia," Grandmère said, all scornfully. "He examines the positions of celestial bodies in the heavens at the time of someone's birth, and interprets the meaning of that placement to come up with an educated prediction about the future course of events in the subject's life. For instance, Dr. Steve believes I myself am currently in grave danger of incurring grievous bodily harm--"

"Assassination attempt?" I asked hopefully, as I mixed her brandy and Cointreau. Maybe there was more to this Rasputin thing than I thought.

But Grandmère just ignored me. "And will soon be pursued by an ardent suitor. Isn't that correct, Dr. Steve?"

"I definitely see danger for you, Your Highness," Dr. Steve said, looking gravely at my grandmother. "As well as a marriage proposal."

"I'm quite positive it's that odious Lord Crenshaw," Grandmère said, as I handed her her drink. "He's been quite persistent in asking to escort me to the charity ball the contessa is hosting for the American Heart Association on Valentine's Day. Now, Dr. Steve. About Amelia--"

"I don't want to know!" I yelled. Because, seriously, who wants to know their future? Not that I believe in astrology, but, you know, some of it is accurate. I mean, like the part about how Capricorns and Tauruses get along so well. Because how else can you explain why Michael Moscovitz, who is the most intelligent and gorgeous senior in the whole school (well, unless you're blind, like everyone who thinks Josh Richter is the most intelligent and gorgeous senior in the whole school), would be going out with a lowly, flat-chested freshman like me? It would be like if Josh Hartnett suddenly started dating Little Debbie, of snack cake fame.

Mmmm, Little Debbies.

But Dr. Steve had already pulled out my chart, and was saying things like, "Her Royal Highness, the princess Mia, is gifted with uncanny insight and takes great pleasure in nature and all living things--"

"Ah!" I cried, trying to get away, only to trip over Rommel, who was cowering in his fur-lined basket by Grandmère's magazine rack. "No! Don't tell me!"

"She is tremendously persistent, particularly with her affections--"

"Don't say another word!" I was trying to untangle myself from Rommel, but it was hard because he kept darting from one side of his basket to the other. It's a very big basket.

"And that's why her longest-lasting partnership will be with a generous, caring Leo--"

Suddenly, I froze.

"A Leo?" I screamed from the floor. "That's not possible! Michael is a Capricorn!"

"Well, obviously, Amelia," Grandmère said, all primly, taking a sip of her Sidecar, "Michael isn't who you're meant to end up with. What else, Dr. Steve?"

But I stopped listening after that. Because I knew then that Dr. Steve was a charlatan. Oh, he may not dress in monk's robes or have a beard or collect the hair of virgins, but he's no more a mystic oracle than Rasputin ever was.



Continues...

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Meet the Author

Meg Cabot was born in Bloomington, Indiana. In addition to her adult contemporary fiction, she is the author of the bestselling young adult fiction The Princess Diaries and The Mediator series. Over 25 million copies of her novels for children and adults have sold worldwide. Meg lives in Key West, Florida, with her husband.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
New York, New York
Place of Birth:
Bloomington, Indiana
Education:
B.A. in fine arts, Indiana University, 1991
Website:
http://www.megcabot.com

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Valentine Princess (Princess Diaries Series) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 42 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
$7.99 for 86 pages? Guys, just get the book from the library.
Molly Berg More than 1 year ago
Its awesome
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantaastic one of mt all time favorites totally recomend perfect amount of every thing
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I cant figure out which it is somone tell me please
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
BTW MIA IS NOT BRATTY MABYE YOU SHOULD GROW UP!!!???!!!!
prettyandkawaii More than 1 year ago
I was really disappointed in this book. Meg Cabot is my favorite artist but this book has me wondering or not I still like her. Frankly, this book did not describe enough and it jumped to the conclusion to fast. It just didn't make any sense. I'm rating 2 stars. Really disappointed Meg.
MyndiL More than 1 year ago
First of all, because I can't seem to stop myself from commenting on this book after book, what the heck is wrong with Lilly? Why is she such a jerk to everyone and why do these people still want to be around her? UGH! That being said, other than the Lilly parts of this novella I really enjoyed it. The Grandmere stuff was too funny and the way Michael and Mia solved the Valentine's Day issue is very sweet and romantic. Nice little addition to the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
WELL IF YOU MATUR ENOUGH THAT WOULDNT BE A PROBLEM IM 12 IT DIDNT BOTHER ME THAT SHE HAD INNAPROPIATE LANGUAGE SO STOP ACTING LIKE A 4 YEAR OLD SERIOUSLY YOUR ALL LIKE OOO SHE SAID A BAD WORD LIKE COME ON GET OVER IT!
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seasonalbeauty More than 1 year ago
I agree with the person below me, I like Meg Cabot but this did not describe enough and it was just boring. It's about Mia being a prissy wannabe bratty girl while her boyfriend is having to build a real robot in Japan and will be gone for a year. Grow up Mia.
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