Get ready for a Royal Crush in this third book in the middle-grade Princess Diaries spin-off series, written and illustrated by New York Times-bestselling author Meg Cabot.
Olivia Grace Clarisse Mignonette Harrison is turning thirteen. Even better, she’s finally starting to get the hang of this princess thing. Just in time, too, since her half-sister, Princess Mia Thermopolis, is expected to give birth to twins any day now!
It’s pretty much the worst time possible for a school field trip, but everyone is insisting that Olivia must attend the Royal School Winter Games. Between Grandmère chaperoning, Olivia’s snobby cousin Luisa complaining about her relationship woes, and everyone insisting that Olivia has a crush on Prince Khalil (even though she isn’t sure that he even wants to be friends anymore!), things are quickly turning into a royal mess!
This is fun, illustrated middle gradeand this is the first series illustrated by Meg Cabot herself! The paperback features an interview with Meg Cabot and an excerpt of the next book.
Praise for the From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess series:
“Author Meg Cabot is ready to put her tiara back on [with] a new character.” USA Today on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess
“The nation of Genovia gains a new resident in this amusing spin-off. . . . Cabot’s own black-and-white cartoons further enliven Olivia’s entertaining and candid notebook entries, which will have readers looking forward to her future escapades.” Publishers Weekly on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess
“A sweet fantasy, both funny and highly satisfying.” Kirkus Reviews on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess
“Readers will thrill to tag along on this festive adventure, presented as Olivia Grace’s illustrated diary.” Children’s Literature on Royal Wedding Disaster
“In her journal-style narrative incorporating both humorous and touching moments, likable, engaging Olivia continues to navigate the joys and challenges of being a modern-day princess.” School Library Journal on Royal Wedding Disaster
“This sweet and sassy spin-off featuring the younger half-sister of Princess Mia Thermopolis. . . . will be a perfect fit for Fancy Nancy alumni and readers not quite ready for Cabot's longer novels.” School Library Journal on From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess
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From the Notebooks of the Middle School Princess
Royal Wedding Disaster: From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess
Royal Crush: From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess
|Series:||From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess Series , #3|
|Product dimensions:||5.20(w) x 7.50(h) x 1.00(d)|
|Age Range:||8 - 12 Years|
About the Author
Hometown:New York, New York
Place of Birth:Bloomington, Indiana
Education:B.A. in fine arts, Indiana University, 1991
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Monday, November 23 10:30 A.M. Royal Genovian Academy World Languages
So I'm going to be an aunt.
A year ago I never would have thought I'd be writing those words.
But there are lots of words I never thought I'd be writing — let alone saying — a year ago, such as:
"I'm a princess."
"Please have the limo brought around, Monsieur Henri, as I'm expected in half an hour to cut the ribbon at the grand opening of Genovia's first Starbucks."
"No, thanks, Dad, I don't care to go salmon fishing in Iceland again with you this weekend, but I appreciate your asking."
Out of all these, the fact that I'm going to be an aunt (especially at age thirteen, which I'll be exactly five days from today) seems the weirdest.
Even weirder is that I'm going to be an aunt to royal twins. That's the part everyone in the whole world is talking about.
Seriously. You can't go online without seeing a post from some celebrity — from Kim Kardashian to the president — guessing what sex Princess Mia of Genovia's babies are going to be, or what she and her husband, Michael, are going to call them.
It's so weird to me that total strangers care so much about something that has nothing to do with them. Most of them don't even live in Genovia!
And okay, I get that royal twins aren't born every day. But professional bookies in Las Vegas have begun taking bets on the babies' sexes, names, and birthday!
They're giving two-to-one odds that both babies will be girls, their names will be Clarisse and Mignonette, and they'll be born on December 3.
It's not like Mia and Michael are doing anything to encourage this craziness. The opposite, in fact: They haven't posted the twins' sonograms on their Facebook pages (they don't even have Facebook pages — though there's a page for the Palace of Genovia, where you can find out what time it's open to the public for tours).
They haven't even told anyone in the family what the babies' sexes (or names) are! All they've told us is the due date (it's in two weeks).
Which made Grandmère huff, "What good does that do us? How can I tell Tiffany's what initials to monogram on the miniature gold scepters I've ordered if I don't even know the babies' names? I understand why you wouldn't want the rest of the world to know, Amelia, but I don't see how telling me the babies' names could hurt."
Except that telling Grandmère the babies' names could hurt. Every time Mia has suggested a name in front of our grandmother, Grandmère has said, "Oh, no, you can't possibly name either of the babies that. There was a girl in my class called that, and she used to:
chew with her mouth open.
show off her double-jointed legs at recess.
brag about how many Chanel handbags she owned.
"You simply can't burden a child with that name."
This happened so many times that Mia's blood pressure began to rise ... so much so that the royal obstetrician had to put her on bed rest out of fear for the babies' health. The doctor wouldn't allow her to do any of her royal duties or have any visitors who might cause her stress....
This turned out to include Grandmère.
You can imagine how unhappy this made some people (mainly Grandmère).
But it worked. Mia's blood pressure is almost down to normal (although the doctor still won't let her get out of bed).
And, as an added bonus, I have now seen almost every teen movie ever made! Because I'm one of the people who was judged low-stress enough to visit Mia, and she decided my entertainment education has been sadly neglected, so we've been watching nonviolent movies together in her room almost every day.
Anyway, I guess given all of the above, I shouldn't have been too surprised just now when I was Skyping with my best friend, Nishi, and all she could talk about was my sister and the babies.
What did surprise me was the incredibly rude way she brought it up:
"I saw a photo of your sister last night on Rate the Royals," Nishi said.
"How?" I asked. "She's on full bed rest. She hasn't been anywhere."
"I think they got a picture of her through one of the palace windows with a telephoto lens. I was shocked she's gotten so fat. One of those babies has to be a boy."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Nishi lives in America, so if we want to talk, we have to call each other, FaceTime, or Skype.
I know I shouldn't have been Skyping during World Languages, and that I should have been practicing my German instead.
But in my defense, everyone had their headphones on, including Madame Chi, so it wasn't like anyone was going to hear me, and I'd already finished all my German homework.
"I'm just saying," Nishi went on, oblivious to how mad I was at her for calling my sister fat. "Your sister is as big as a house! She's too huge to be having two girls. My mom says when a pregnant woman is that big, it's got to be boys. Or a boy and a girl, at least."
Obviously I had no choice but to do what I did next. It was a matter of family pride.
"You're wrong," I said, feeling my cheeks heat up. "You are so wrong, I will bet you that you're wrong."
"What?" Nishi sounded confused. "Bet me? You want to bet me that I'm wrong?"
"Yes," I said.
I get why Nishi was surprised. It's considered "poor form" for royals to gamble. The last time Nishi had been to Genovia to visit — over the summer — one of my cousins (I have so many cousins, even I can't keep all of them straight) had been caught in a horse-race gambling scandal, and Grandmère had gone on and on about how he'd disgraced the family, and what were we going to do, but that it was only to be expected considering the fact that he came from the Italian side of the family, and that side of the family is known for acting without thinking first, et cetera.
And now here I was not only gambling but gambling on the sexes of my sister's unborn twins!
But in my defense, everyone was doing it. I'd even overheard Lars, my sister's bodyguard, make a bet with Serena, my bodyguard, that the babies would both be boys, and that my sister would name one of them Michael, after her husband, and the other Phillipe, after our dad, about which Serena had had a long laugh, accepted the bet, then told Lars that when he lost, she wanted his money in American dollars, not euros.
"I will bet you anything you want that both babies are girls," I said to Nishi.
Nishi looked even more surprised. She was in her bedroom back in New Jersey. Because of the time difference between Genovia and America, she hadn't yet left for school. The only reason she was up so early was to chat with me.
"Anything I want?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Sure," I said, not thinking of the consequences (which, I have to say, is very rare for me. Normally, I am much more levelheaded, being a Sagittarius). "You name it."
"Great!" Nishi said. "Then if I'm right and at least one of the babies is a boy, I want four photos of my crush, Prince Khalil."
That's when I realized I'd made a really big mistake. REALLY big. "Wait. What?"
"You heard me," Nishi said. "I want four photos, taken by you, of Prince Khalil. I want two of him smiling, one of him looking serious — because you know how cute he looks when he gets all serious about something and those eyebrows of his get all squinchy in the middle — and one of him smiling in front of a sunset, preferably without a shirt on."
"But ... but ..." I could not believe what I had just gotten myself into. "That's —"
"That's what?" Nishi demanded. "You said anything I want, and that's what I want."
"But why?" I burst out, then realized I'd spoken too loudly when several people sitting near me in the language lab — including another one of my cousins, Lady Luisa Ferrari — turned to stare at me, wondering what I was doing, since it definitely wasn't speaking German. I hunched my shoulders to cover my computer screen, and also lowered my voice. "Why, Nishi?" I whispered. "Why do you want photos of Prince Khalil? I thought you liked some boy in your English class — Dylan or something?"
"I do," Nishi said. "But I can like more than one boy at a time, can't I? We're in the seventh grade, Olivia, not college. We're supposed to like a lot of different boys at a time."
I sighed, realizing that Nishi had gotten even more boy crazy than I thought since the last time I'd seen her.
Not that there's anything wrong with being boy — or girl — crazy. This is something that happens to people. I mean, I get it: Everyone grows and changes as they get older — they can't help it. Look at me: I've grown two whole inches since I last saw Nishi. My riding habit barely fits anymore.
We'd planned to see each other again soon — at my sister's coronation, as a matter of fact. Since Dad gave up ruling in order to spend more time with me (he missed out on most of my crucial formative years), Mia has to take over the throne.
But then the coronation got postponed, because the royal physicians didn't want Mia risking her or the babies' health by having her stand for a huge long ceremony in the throne room, which doesn't have air-conditioning. It's too old.
(This was not the official explanation from the palace. They decided to say that the coronation would be held next December 31, so that they could save expenses by combining the annual New Year's fireworks with the fireworks for Mia's coronation. But really they knew the babies would have been born by then, the weather would be cooler, and they could cram more people into the throne room without them dying of heat prostration.)
So we postponed Nishi's next visit until my birthday ball this weekend.
But now Nishi's parents won't let her come because she's getting a D in English — which I don't understand, since English is our native language.
Nishi says it's because of Dylan, whose cute lips distract her, making it very difficult for her to pay attention.
So you can see why I found it hard to believe she suddenly wanted photos of Prince Khalil — without a shirt on — if she won our bet.
"How am I even supposed to do that, Nishi? How am I supposed to get a photo of Prince Khalil with no shirt on, smiling in front of a sunset?"
"I don't know," Nishi said. "That's not my problem. You're the one who made the bet. Can't you just ask him to stand in front of a sunset without a shirt on and smile? I thought you two were friends ... unless — wait." Nishi's eyes widened. "Olivia, do you like him?"
"What?" I cried. "No! Of course not. What are you even talking about?"
"Well," she said, "you two danced at your sister's wedding —"
"Yeah," I said. "But it's not like we were ever going out or anything. We were only ever friends."
"Were?" Nishi echoed. "You aren't friends anymore?"
"Yes," I said. "I mean, no. I mean ... I don't know. It's hard to tell sometimes with boys."
"Ha!" Nishi let out a sarcastic laugh. "You're telling me. Boys are an enigma wrapped in a mystery."
She wasn't kidding.
And it was especially true in the case of Prince Khalil. He had come over to visit a couple of times during the summer, and we'd played floating table tennis in the pool and talked about autotomy (the ability of lizards to drop their tails when threatened by a predator) and movies and stuff.
And then suddenly I didn't see him at all. He'd texted that he had to "go home," and that was it.
It wasn't until school started up again that I saw him in class, and then he was just like, "Hi," but he didn't smile or ask how Carlos, my pet iguana, was doing or anything.
It wasn't like he was mean, but something had changed. The connection I thought we'd felt when we'd talked about Carlos and danced together at Mia's wedding or played floating table tennis over the summer was gone, and all that was left was just ... nothing.
So now I don't know what's going on.
"Well, whatever," I said to Nishi. "It isn't going to matter, because I'm going to win this bet anyway. And when I win, you're going to send me a big jar of peanut butter, because we can't get that here in Genovia."
Nishi gasped. "What? Why not?"
"I don't know," I said with a shrug. "We have Nutella instead."
"Nutella is better than peanut butter," Nishi said. "But fine, it's a bet."
I would have asked her to tell me what other stuff people were saying about my sister, but Madame Alain had just come on over the intercom with an important announcement, and I needed to log off and listen.
It was probably just as well, since anything else Nishi told me would only have made me mad. People say the stupidest things, especially about royals.
Monday, November 23 11:15 A.M. Royal Genovian Academy Still in World Languages
I should have known when Madame Alain said she had an important announcement that it wasn't going to be good news.
I don't know why I thought it was going to be something nice, like that we were all going to get to go home early because the new baby princesses of Genovia had been born (except that I had already made my dad promise that if Mia went into labor while I was in school, I'd get pulled out of class immediately and brought to the hospital so that I could be one of the first people to meet the babies, and they would imprint upon me like baby ducks and then follow me everywhere).
But no. The announcement was nothing like that.
Instead it was:
"Your Royal Majesties, Highnesses, Graces, lords, ladies, and gentlemen, I'm sorry to inform you that I have only received twenty-seven permission slips for this week's trip to the Royal School Winter Games in Stockerdörfl," Madame Alain said after some of the hissing, screeching, and feedback had died down over the intercom.
The Royal Genovian Academy is a very fancy school, with extremely high tuition fees (except for the two hundred or so refugee children who had recently been admitted — they are allowed to attend tuition-free), but it's also housed in a building that was constructed before sound systems (or electricity) were invented, so it has a lot of technical problems.
"As you know, unless I receive at least another thirty permission slips from those of you who signed up for the trip last week, the Royal Genovian Academy's participation in this year's Royal School Winter Games will be canceled due to lack of interest."
Of course as soon as he heard the name of his hometown mentioned, Prince Gunther Lapsburg von Stuben of Stockerdörfl stood up and gave a fist pump, causing a few of the younger girls in the language lab to squeal. (Prince Gunther is considered extremely good-looking, for a seventh grader.)
This annoyed my cousin Lady Luisa, who flashed the girls a dirty look. She and Prince Gunther have been going out since June, even though all "going out" means in the seventh grade at the Royal Genovian Academy is holding hands. Anything more than that would be a violation of the school's "honor code." If they get caught, the head of the school, Madame Alain, will probably expel them, and they'll have no choice but to attend The Royal Academy in Switzerland, or worse — to Luisa, anyway — Genovian public school.
Luisa grabbed Prince Gunther by the arm and tugged him back into his seat. He looked confused, not knowing — as usual — what he'd done to offend her.
"It's canceled," Luisa hissed into Prince Gunther's ear. "She just said our trip to the Games is going to be canceled. Why are you so excited?"
Prince Gunther looked as hurt as if someone had punched him in the gut. "Canceled? No!"
Excerpted from "Royal Crush"
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Table of Contents
Monday, November 23, 10:30 A.M., Royal Genovian Academy, World Languages,
Monday, November 23, 11:15 A.M., Royal Genovian Academy, Still in World Languages,
Monday, November 23, 1:15 P.M., Royal Genovian Academy, Lunch,
Monday, November 23, 5:45 P.M., Royal Genovian Bedroom,
Tuesday, November 24, 6:15 A.M., Royal Genovian Bedroom,
Tuesday, November 24, 11:05 A.M., Royal Genovian Academy, World Languages,
Tuesday, November 24, 1:00 P.M., Royal Genovian Academy, Dining Room,
Tuesday, November 24, 3:15 P.M., Royal Limousine,
Tuesday, November 24, 5:15 P.M., Royal Genovian Gardens,
Tuesday, November 24, 8:30 P.M., Royal Genovian Bedroom,
Tuesday, November 24, 9:35 P.M., Royal Genovian Bedroom,
Wednesday, November 25, 8:10 A.M., Royal Limousine to the Train Station,
Wednesday, November 25, 1:00 P.M., Train to Stockerdörfl,
Wednesday, November 25, 7:00 P.M., Eis Schloss, Stockerdörfl, Austria,
Wednesday, November 25, 8:30 P.M., La Fondue, Stockerdörfl, Austria,
Wednesday, November 25, 11:30 P.M., Eis Schloss, Stockerdörfl, Austria,
Thursday, November 26, 1:30 A.M., Eis Schloss, Stockerdörfl, Austria,
Thursday, November 26, 8:35 A.M., Ice-Skating Rink, Stockerdörfl, Austria,
Thursday, November 26, 1:00 P.M., Ski Lift to Beginner Slope,
Thursday, November 26, 2:30 P.M., Dogsledding Event,
Thursday, November 26, 6:00 P.M., Eis Schloss,
Friday, November 27, 1:00 A.M., Eis Schloss,
Friday, November 27, 7:00 A.M., Eis Schloss,
Friday, November 27, 1:00 P.M., Eis Schloss,
Friday, November 27, 5:00 P.M., Train Back to Genovia,
Friday, November 27, 10:30 P.M., Royal Genovian Bedroom,
Saturday, November 28, 11:00 A.M., MY BIRTHDAY, Royal Pool,
Saturday, November 28, 4:00 P.M., Royal Genovian Bedroom,
Sunday, November 29, 2:00 A.M., Royal Genovian Bedroom,
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S'wonderful! I loved it so much. I can not remember the last time I actually laughed out loud while reading a book. Or even cried! It was such a throwback for me; both because of getting to spend time with a Genovian princess (and Grandmère) but also just being a teen. Only Meg Cabot can give me fond memories of being a teenager. Of course most of those memories were of me reading the original Princess Diaries and writing in my own journal. I actually finished reading this and pulled out my journal to write in for the first time in months! And I undoubtedly sounded like a teen girl due to both the context and my mind frame (I was definitely channeling my inner Mia, plus there was a guy mentioned). I will admit I was a little more excited to hear everything going on with Mia, (I did grow up with her, which is where the crying comes in) and I loved the little mentions of the previous series. Including one mention about the previous series! Olivia is such a delight. What's not to love about her? The voice given to her is simply perfect it feels so authentic and down to earth. She's so level headed; from realizing her crush to dealing with the snobby girl she handles it so well (though I might be comparing her to her maybe a bit over dramatic half-sister Mia). But it's also the voice of a new teen girl so you do get more than a few "pre-teen" moments that young readers will absolutely love and older readers who are long past all that will feel totally nostalgic over. Who doesn't love a little middle school "drama" in hindsight? I think my favorite part of this entire series is that; while I got to grow up and go through my teen years (2003-2010) with Mia and The Princess Diaries with this series I get to relive those early years from another perspective and of course having all that long behind me it's much better enjoyed and appreciated.
So adorable! As much as I loved Meg Cabot's The Princess Diaries series, I just might like her From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess ones even more. We still have many of the characters we love from the YA books (Mia! Michael! Grandmere! An older version of Rocky!) but now we're seeing them through the eyes of Mia's half-sister, a current seventh grader and future wildlife artist. Add in middle school drama (which yes, is significant when you're in--or even just work with or live with those who are in--middle school, but let's face it, is waaaay less angsty than high school drama) and a main character who's not only dealing with being a newly discovered princess but also has had to move to a different country--her family's country--and you've got a great basis for a series. In book three, Royal Crush, Olivia's got a lot going on, as usual. Mia's about ready to have her twins (and yes, she has them--and no, I'm not telling their gender or names; read it yourself!), there's a nasty strain of virus ravishing Genovia, her school is all set to compete in the Royal School Winter Games (she wants to stay home and let her new niece and nephew imprint on her like baby ducks, but her plans here might be foiled by factors beyond her control), and she's not sure why Prince Khalil doesn't seem quite as friendly as he had over the summer. And isn't sure if she cares. Because they're just friends. Or, maybe they're not. But maybe they are... Ah, middle school. Throughout it all, Olivia brings a fresh voice to the world of the Genovian royals and keeps us up to date with what's going on with the Renaldos. Though this book would work pretty well as a standalone--Olivia keeps us current on most of what we need to know going in to the story--it really will have the most impact if you've read the other two. Plus, the characters and writing are so much fun you're going to want to know the whole story--so go ahead and put them all on your TBR ASAP! Rating: 4 stars / A- I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.