YA Review - The Princess Diaries #2 by Meg Cabot

Just when Mia thought she had the whole princess thing under control, things get out of hand, fast. First there's an unexpected announcement from her mother. Then Grandmère arranges a national primetime interview for the brand-new crown princess of Genovia. On top of that, intriguing, exasperating letters from a secret admirer begin to arrive.

Before she even has the chance to wonder who those letters are from, Mia is swept up in a whirlwind of royal intrigue the likes of which hasn't been seen since volume I of The Princess Diaries.

(Description from Goodreads)

I really didn’t like Lily (Mia’s best-friend) in this book. Well come to think of it I wasn’t all that fond of her in the first book wither but she bugged me more here. I really wanted Mia to go to town on her, but, unfortunately that did not happen.

I loved Mia’s reaction to her mother’s pregnancy. First of all she doesn’t freak out that he mother is having sex. She realises that both of her parents are attractive and are bound to be in relationships. So her un-childish reaction gained her loads of points from me. In fact what bugged her mainly was that he mother wasn’t using protection.

“I know it takes two to tango, but please, my mother is a painter. He is an algebra teacher. You tell me who is supposed to ne the responsible one.”

I thought it was lovely that almost as soon as she found out about the pregnancy Mia was on the computer trying to find things that would help and keep her mum and the baby healthy through it.

Moving on.

I love Mia’s lists. No, really, they are great. They range from homework exercises to all of the weird and wonderful boys who could be her secret admirer (has to be one of the funniest lists in this book).

I love how in most of her lists stops thinking about Michael (her best friend older brother) is normally in it.

“Could a computer genius/juvenile delinquent ever be interested in a flat chested princess like myself? He did save my life tonight (well, ok: he saved me from possible community service)It’s not a French kiss, or a slow dance, or even an admission he’s the author of that anonymous letter.
But it’s a start”

I don’t quite get her constant issue with her breast size or lack off. Actually, I don’t quite understand this issue whenever is come up in books…Just don’t understand it (and find it a little annoying actually)

And last but not least I cannot end this post without mention the grandmother.

“But grandmere isn’t satisfied with the way the cosmetic technician (make-up lady) did my eyes. She says I look like a poulet. That means hooker in French. Or Chicken. But when my grandmere says it, it always means hooker.

Why can’t I have a nice, normal grandma, shoe makes borchst and thinks I look wonderful no matter what I have on?”