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Summary
Summary
Princess just want to have fun This spring, Mia's determined to have a good time, despite the fact that the student government over which she presides is suddenly broke. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) Grandmere has an elaborate scheme to simultaneously raise money, catapult Mia to theatrical fame, and link her romantically with an eligible teen bachelor, not her boyfriend. It's no wonder that Michael, the love of her life, seems to think she's a psycho, or worse: not much fun. Is it possible that Mia, soon-to-be star of the stage, president of the student body, and future ruler of Genovia, doesn't know how to party?
Author Notes
Meg Cabot was born in Bloomington, Indiana on February 1, 1967. She recieved a fine arts degree from Indiana University, Meg moved to New York City, intent upon pursuing a career in freelance illustration. Illustrating, however, soon got in the way of Meg's true love, writing, and so she abandoned it and got a job as the assistant manager of an undergraduate dormitory at New York University, and writing on the weekends.
Meg wrote both The Princess Diaries and The Mediator: Shadowland (under the name Jenny Carroll), the first books in two series for young adults which happen to be about, among other things, teenage girls dealing with unsettling family issues. Her latest book is entitled, Insatiable.
Meg now writes full time, and lives in Key West, Florida with her husband.
(Bowker Author Biography)
Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
They're back in force! Series favorites kick off with the seventh volume of the Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot, Party Princess. This entry in the bestselling series finds Mia's student government coffers empty, but her determination to have fun nonetheless runneth over. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
Gr. 5-8. Class president (and princess) Mia Thermopolis is in hot water when it is discovered that the purchase of new recycling containers has wiped out the funds needed for commencement. Her grandmother decides to help by producing a school musical starring a very reluctant Mia. Mia's quandaries are less involving here than in previous books in the series, but readers will still enjoy this seventh cast reunion. --Cindy Welch Copyright 2006 Booklist
School Library Journal Review
Gr 7-10-Princess Mia Thermopolis is back in the latest addition to the series by Meg Cabot (HarperCollins, 2006). This time she has the added pressure of being class president. After spending the entire year's budget on high-tech recycling bins leaving no money left to book the hall for commencement and fearing the wrath of the school valedictorian, Mia is forced to go along with Grandm?re's complicated plan of putting on a musical about a little-known part of Genovian history to raise funds. Add to that an ill-timed sexy dance with another boy, the quest for self-actualization and truthfulness via letters to Carl Jung (she was told by her therapist she needs to verbalize her feelings more), a zine named after Mia's cat, and an internal struggle over what it means to be a "party girl." Clea Lewis's narration brings to life the emotion and borderline melodrama of life at Albert Einstein High School. Her pacing and tone reflect the changes between dialogue, e-mails, instant messaging, diary entries, letters, and character focus. An enjoyable addition to a popular series.-Stephanie A. Squicciarini, Fairport Public Library, NY (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
The Princess Diaries, Volume VII: Party Princess Chapter One From the desk of Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo Dear Dr. Carl Jung, I realize that you will never read this letter, primarily because you are dead. But I feel compelled to write it anyway, because a few months ago during a particularly trying period in my life, a nurse told me I needed to be more verbal about my feelings. I know writing a letter to a dead person isn't exactly being verbal, but my situation is such that there are very few people I can actually talk to about my problems. Mostly because those people are the ones causing my problems. The truth is, Dr. Jung, I have been striving for fifteen and three-quarters years for self-actualization. You remember self-actualization, right? I mean, you should -- you invented it. The thing is, every time I think I have self-actualization on the horizon, something comes along to mess it all up. Like this whole princess thing. I mean, just when I thought I couldn't possibly become a bigger freak, POW! It turns out that I'm also a princess. Which I realize does not seem like an actual problem to many people. But I'd be very interested to see how they would react if every single spare moment of their lives was taken up by lessons in being a royal from their tattooed-eyelidded grandmother; getting stalked by the paparazzi; or attending boring state functions with people who have never even heard of The OC , let alone know what's going on with Seth and Summer's on-again-off-again romance. But the princess thing isn't the only thing that's put a wedge between me and my quest for self-actualization. Being the sole sane caretaker of my baby brother -- who appears to have grave developmental problems because at ten months he still cannot walk without holding on to someone's (usually my) fingers (while it is true that he has shown markedly advanced verbal skills for his age, knowing two words, "tuck" -- truck -- and "kee" -- kitty -- he uses them indiscriminately for all objects, not just trucks and cats) -- hasn't helped much, either. But that isn't all. How about the fact I have been elected president of the student council of my school . . . but am nevertheless still one of the most unpopular people in said school? Or that I've finally figured out that I do have an actual talent (writing -- in case you can't tell from this letter), but also that I won't be able to pursue a career in my field of choice, because I will be too busy ruling a small European principality? Not that -- according to my English teacher, Ms. Martinez, who says I have a problem with the overuse of adjectives in my descriptive essays -- I'm ever going to get published, or even get a job as an assistant writer on a situation comedy. Or that I finally won the love of the man of my dreams, only to have him so busy with his History of Dystopic Science Fiction in Film course, I hardly ever get to see him. Do you see where I'm coming from with all of this? Every time self-actualization seems to be within my reach, it is cruelly snatched away by fate. Or my grandmother. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying . . . well, exactly how much does a human being have to endure before she can consider herself self-actualized? Because I really don't think I can take anymore. Do you have any tips on how I might achieve transcendence before my sixteenth birthday? Because I would really appreciate some. Thanks. Your friend, Mia Thermopolis P. S.: Oh, yeah. I forgot. You're dead. Sorry. Never mind about the tips thing. I guess I'll just look some up in the library. Tuesday, March 2, after school, Gifted and Talented Bimonthly Meeting of the AEHS Student Government Officers Meeting Called to Order Attendance -- Present: Mia Thermopolis, President Lilly Moscovitz, Vice President Ling Su Wong, Treasurer Mrs. Hill, student government advisor Lars van der Hooten, personal bodyguard of HRH M. Thermopolis Absent: Tina Hakim Baba, Secretary, due to emergency retainer refitting after her little brother flushed her old one down the toilet (Which, by the way, is why I'm the one writing the minutes. Ling Su can't, due to having "artist" handwriting, which is very similar to "doctor" handwriting, meaning it is actually indecipherable by the human eye. And Lilly claims she has carpal tunnel syndrome from typing out the short story she sent in to Sixteen magazine's annual short fiction contest. Or, I should say, the five short stories she sent into Sixteen magazine's annual short fiction contest. I don't know how she found the time to write FIVE stories. I barely had time to write one. Still, I think my story, "No More Corn!", is pretty good. I mean, it has everything a short story should have in it: Romance. Pathos. Suicide. Corn. Who could ask for more?) Motion to approve the minutes from February 15th Meeting: Approved President's report: My request that the school library remain open on weekends for the use of study groups was met with considerable resistance by school administration. Concerns raised were: cost of overtime for librarian, as well as cost of overtime for school security guard at entrance to check IDs and make sure people entering were, in fact, AEHS students, and not just random homeless people off the streets. Vice president's response: The gym is kept open on the weekends for sports practices. Surely the security guard could check IDs of both student athletes and students who actually care about their grades. Also, don't you think even a moderately intelligent security guard could tell the difference between random homeless people and AEHS students? The Princess Diaries, Volume VII: Party Princess . Copyright © by Meg Cabot. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Party Princess by Meg Cabot All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.