Also by Meg Cabot
:
The Princess Diaries
The Princess Diaries: Take Two
The Princess Diaries: Third Time Lucky
The Princess Diaries: Mia Goes Fourth
All American Girl
Look out for more Meg Cabot books!
The Princess Diaries: Give Me Five
The Princess Diaries: Six Appeal
Nicola and the Viscount
Victoria and the Rogue
ISBN 0 330 48207 6 Copyright ©
Meg Cabot 2001
The
Princess Diaries:
Third Time Lucky
Meg Cabot
Many thanks to Beth Ader, Jennifer Brown,
Barbara Cabot,
Sarah Davies, Alison Donalty, Laura
Langlie, Abby McAden,
David Walton, and especially Benjamin
Egnatz.
'One of
Sara's "pretends"- is that she is a princess. She plays it
all the time - even in school. She wants Ermengarde to be one too,
but Ermengarde says she is too fat.'
'She is too fat,' said
Lavinia. 'And
Sara is too thin.'
'Sara says it has nothing to do with what you look like,
or what you have. It has only to do with what you think of,
and what you do.'
A
Little Princess
Frances Hodgson Burnett
English Class
Assignment (Due December 8)
Here at Albert Einstein High
School we have a very diverse student population. Over one hundred and
seventy different nations, religions and ethnic groups are represented
by our student body. In the space below, describe the manner in which
your family celebrates the uniquely American holiday, Thanksgiving.
Please utilize appropriate margins. .
My Thanksgiving
by Mia Thermopolis
6:45 a.m.
Roused by the sound of my
mother vomiting. She is well into her third month of pregnancy now.
According to her obstetrician, all the throwing up should stop in the
next trimester. I can't wait. I have been marking the days off on
my 'NSync calendar. (I don't really like 'NSync. At
host, not that much. My best friend Lilly bought me the calendar
as a joke. Except that one guy really is pretty cute.)
7:45 a.m.
Mr. Gianini, my new
stepfather, knocks on my door. Only now I am supposed to call him
Frank. This is very difficult
to remember due to the fact that at school, where he is my second
period Algebra teacher, I am supposed to call him Mr. Gianini. So I
just don't call him anything (to his face).
It's time to get up, Mr.
Gianini says. We are having Thanksgiving at his parents' house on Long
Island. We have to leave now if we are going to beat the traffic.
8:45 a.m.
There is no traffic this early
on Thanksgiving Day. We arrive at Mr. G's parents' house in Sagaponack
three hours early.
Mrs. Gianini (Mr. Gianini's
mother, not my mother. My mother is still Helen Thermopolis because she
is fairly well-known as a painter under that name, and also because she
does not believe in the cult of the patriarchy) is still
