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In the sixth installment of Meg Cabot's beloved Princess Diaries series, Princess Mia commences a her sophomore year, with all new classes, challenges, and worries as she campaigns for Student Body President. However, with her baby brother crying non-stop at home and a potential eco-disaster threatening her native land, Mia's got a lot more on her mind than school politics, geometry, and Michael, her boyfriend, attending college.
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Princess for president Student body president, that is. It's all the fault of Princess Mia's power-mad best friend and campaign manager, Lilly, who nominates her in the first place. This is not how Mia imagined kicking off her sophomore year, even if Grandmère thinks ruling her high school makes good practice for ruling Genovia someday. As usual, though, Mia has bigger problems to worry about. Sophomore Geometry appears to be just as hard as freshman Algebra, and a shocking B on her first English assignment has Mia reeling. And with Michael, her one true love, uptown at college, what is the point of even getting up for school in the morning? The last straw is what Lana whispers to her on the lunch line about what college boys expect of their girlfriends ... Really, it's almost more than a princess in training can bear.
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 (4)
Publisher's Weekly Review
A bounty of books continues popular story lines. Readers who can't get enough of the future monarch of Genovia will glom onto Princess in Training by Meg Cabot, the sixth volume in the Princess Diaries, in which Mia's Grandmere thinks the sophomore's run for student body president will be good experience for ruling her country one day. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Horn Book Review
Princess Mia is finally a sophomore, and her first week of school is full of the series' usual dramas: Lilly nominates her for student body president (and CNN broadcasts the debate live) and, worse, she thinks her boyfriend might want to have sex--someday. This latest installment in the series about Mia's life is as enjoyable as the previous books were. (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. All rights reserved.
Booklist Review
Gr. 7-10. Fans of Princess Mia will be celebrating the return of the whole gang in the sixth installment of the popular series. Lilly and Grandmere are a force to be reckoned with as they try to get Mia elected president of the school. In the meantime, Mia worries that boyfriend Michael really expects her to do it now that he's a college man. Arch-nemesis Lana Weinberger is Mia's political foe, and there's a new English teacher certain to help Mia develop her writing career. As if that isn't enough, Mia worries so much about her new baby brother, Rocky, that Lilly nicknames Mia Baby-Licker, and the snails Mia dumped into the Bay of Genovia are creating an international incident! Pop-culture references abound, potentially dating the book fairly quickly, but teens will continue to get in line to read this beloved yet familiar fare. Particularly entertaining are the comments Mia makes about the recent movies made of her life. --Cindy Welch Copyright 2005 Booklist
School Library Journal Review
Gr 6-9-Mia and company have returned in the sixth book (HarperCollins, 2005) of Meg Cabot's popular series. This time, Mia is beginning her sophomore year in high school without Michael who is starting college at Columbia. Lily is by her side, though, and nominates Mia to become student council president. As usual, Mia obsesses about the events in her life by revealing all in her diary. She must maintain a cross-town relationship with her boyfriend, overcome a B in English, learn geometry, and save her baby brother from his laid-back parents. And strangely, Lily and Grandmere have teamed up to help her succeed in her bid for student council president. It all becomes too much to deal with when Mia's nemesis, Lana, informs her that all college boys expect to "do it." Indeed, the repetitive references to "doing it" and condoms may make this volume inappropriate for preteens. Cabot slyly pokes fun at her own critics when Mia's English teacher informs her that "cartoonish slapstick humor and slick pop culture references" are beneath the work of serious writers. Narrator Clea Lewis is the perfect youthful voice for Mia and the pacing is just right. There's not a lot of depth here, but there is no denying Mia's popularity, and this audiobook is sure to be enjoyed by tween and teen girls who are fans of the series.-Tricia Melgaard, Centennial Middle School, Broken Arrow, OK (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
The Princess Diaries, Volume VI: Princess in Training Chapter One "Um, Mom," I said, as I followed her into Rocky's room, where she'd apparently been engaged in putting away his clean laundry before Mamaw's blow fell. "Can I talk to you about something?" "Sure." Although my mom didn't exactly sound like she was much in the mood to talk. "What?" "Uh . . ." Well, she HAD told me once that I could talk to her about ANYTHING. "How old were you the first time you had sex?" I fully expected her to say "I was in college," but I guess she was so busy trying to cram all of Rocky's my mommy is mad as hell and she votes onesies into his tiny dresser, that she didn't think about what she was saying beforehand. She just went, "Oh, God, Mia, I don't know. I must have been, what, about fifteen?" And then it was like she realized what she'd just said and she sucked in her breath really fast and looked at me all wide-eyed and went, "NOT THAT I'M PROUD OF IT!!!" Because she must have remembered at the same time I did that I am fifteen. The next thing I knew, she was blathering a mile a minute. "It was Indiana, Mia," she cried. "It's not like there was so much else to do. And it was, like, twenty years ago. It was the eighties! Things were different back then!" "Hello," I said, because I've fully seen every episode of I Love the 80s, including I Love the 80s Strikes Back. "Just because people wore leg warmers all the time--" "I don't mean that!" Mom cried. "I mean, people actually thought George Michael was straight. And that Madonna would be a one-hit wonder. Things were DIFFERENT then." I couldn't think of anything to say. Except, moronically, "I can't believe you and Dad Did It for the first time when you were FIFTEEN." And then, noticing my mother's expression, I was like, "Oh, my God. That's right!" Because she didn't even meet Dad until she was in college. "MOM!!! Who WAS it?" "His name was Wendell," my mom said, her eyes going all dreamy, either because Wendell had been a total hottie, or because Rocky had finally quit crying, and was instead drooling all over the lion patch on my uniform blazer, so that for once, the loft was filled with blissful silence. "Wendell Jenkins." WENDELL???? The man my mom gave the precious flower of her virginity to was named WENDELL???? I seriously would NOT have sex with someone named Wendell. But then, I am having grave reservations about having sex with anyone, so my opinion probably isn't worth much. "Wow," my mom said, still looking dreamy. "I haven't thought of Wendell in ages. I wonder whatever happened to him." "You don't KNOW?" I cried, loudly enough that Rocky kind of gave a little start in my arms. But he calmed down after a quick verse of Pink's "Trouble." "Well, I mean, I know he graduated," my mom said, quickly. "And I'm pretty sure he married April Pollack, but--" "Oh, my GOD!" This was shocking. No wonder Mom is the way she is! "He was two-timing you????" "No, no," my mom said. "He started going out with April after he and I broke up." I nodded knowingly. "You mean he loved you and left you?" Just like Dave Farouq El-Abar and Tina Hakim Baba! "No, Mia," my mom said, with a laugh. "Good grief, you have an uncanny ability to turn everything into a country western song. I mean he and I went out, and it was great, but I eventually realized . . . well, I wanted out of Versailles, and he didn't, so I left, and he stayed. And married April Pollack." Just like Dean married that other girl on Gilmore Girls! "But . . ." I stared at my mom. "You loved him?" "Of course I loved him," my mom said. "Gosh, Wendell Jenkins. I haven't thought of him in ages." GEEZ! I can't believe my mother is not still in contact with the boy who relieved her of her virginity! What kind of school did she GO to back then, anyway? "Why are you asking me all these questions, Mia?" my mom finally wanted to know. "Are you and Michael--" "No," I said, hastily shoving Rocky back into her arms. "Mia, it's perfectly all right if you want to talk to me about--" "I don't," I said, fast. Real fast. "Because if you--" "I don't," I said again. "I have homework. Bye." And I went into my room and locked the door. There must be something wrong with me. I'm serious. Because you could totally tell when Mom was remembering having sex with Wendell Jenkins, that she'd had a good time. Doing It. Everyone seems to have a good time Doing It. Like in movies and on TV and everything. Everyone seems to think Doing It is just, like, the pinnacle of experiences. Everyone except for me. Why am I the only person who, when she thinks about Doing It, feels nothing but . . . sweaty? And not in a good way. This can't be a normal re-action. This has to be yet another genetic anomaly in my makeup, like absence of mammary glands and size-ten feet. I am totally lacking in the Do It gene. I mean, I WANT to Do It. I mean, I guess that's what I want, you know, when Michael and I are kissing, and I smell his neck, and I get that feeling like I want to jump on him. Surely this is an indication that I want to Do It. Except that to Do It you actually have to take your CLOTHES OFF. In FRONT OF THE OTHER PERSON. I mean, unless you're one of those Orthodox Jews who do it through a hole in the sheet like Barbra Streisand in Yentl. And I do not think I am ready to TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF in front of Michael. It is bad enough taking them off in front of Lana Weinberger in the locker room first thing in the morning. I don't think I could ever take them off in front of a BOY. Especially not a boy I am actually in love with and hope to marry someday, if he ever asks me and if I ever get over this whole spastic not-wanting-to-take-my-clothes-off-in-front-of-him thing. Although, I definitely wouldn't mind seeing Michael with HIS clothes off. Is this a double standard? The Princess Diaries, Volume VI: Princess in Training . Copyright © by Meg Cabot. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from 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.
