Finished Forever Princess yesterday. Well, more like today, since it was already four in the morning. Don’t want SPOILERS, don’t go any further.
10th book of the Princess Diaries series is done and now I’m feeling sad. No more of Mia’s snarky and funny comments. No more Grandmére. No more Michael. But it was, in fact, one of the best out of the 10. My favorite, though, is still the undefeated champion Princess Mia, but this one is a close second. As it evolved toward the end, I couldn’t help but to fear my loving admiration for Meg Cabot growing scarcer. That was because she was making J.P., Mia’s boyfriend who is nothing but adorable, a complete phony just so her character Mia could have a good excuse for dumping him for Michael, who had just returned from Japan. This is what every lame author does when a circumstance such as that one arrives. But to my surprise, as the end got nearer I was flabbergasted to find that I, same as Mia, was completely blind and stupid about J.P. Meg Cabot has been writing him this way since he ever appeared on the story, she had been perfectly designing him that way. So that every move he made could be traced back and shown to us as a lie or an act in the end. And I was like, no way!
Meg Cabot is the first woman in the history of literature (that has come upon my way, anyway) who ever tricked not just her character, but the reader into falling in love with a character, but working it so well that we actually didn’t realize what a douche he, in fact, was. I was just as angry with J.P. as Mia. Not really, I believe I was angrier. He had fooled me too. How well did he do it too, by the way. I don’t know, maybe she only thought about making him a douche in the end, but she certainly made it so well it seemed like she had been planning it since the start. Which doesn’t in any way take any credit off her.
And, of course, it’s needless to say how perfect Michael was. It’s like he can’t help being perfect.
So now I’m going to start (re-start) the long-awaited Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. Wish me luck!
“Anna read and understood, but it was unpleasant to read, that is to say, to follow the reflection of other people’s lives. She was too eager to live herself”

