The ninth book in the #1 New York Times bestselling Princess Diaries series by Meg Cabot. Mia has been invited to speak at a gala for Domina Rei, an elite society of powerful businesswomen. But what could she possibly have to say? Michael has broken up with her, her bff Lilly won't speak to her, and her parents are forcing her to see a therapist. Even J.P.'s efforts to cheer Mia up (he's being really sweet!) aren't helping. Just when things couldn't get worse, Mia discovers a long—forgotten diary of a teenage princess of Genovia. It could be just the inspiration Mia needs to write her speech—but what it reveals might change everything. Princess Mia is the ninth book in the beloved, bestselling series that inspired the feature film starring Anne Hathaway and Julie Andrews. Praise for The Princess Diaries, Vol. VIII: Princess on the Brink: “Series fans will enjoy the usual comedy and the larger questions about sex and relationships.” - ALA Booklist Praise for The Princess Diaries, Vol. VII: Party Princess: “Cabot adroitly interweaves comic absurdity with weightier topics in a topsy-turvy mix that recalls adolescence itself.” - Entertainment Weekly A princess on her own . . . Mia has been invited to speak at a gala for Domina Rei, an elite society of powerful businesswomen. But what could she possibly have to say? Now that Michael has broken things off, Mia can barely get out of bed, and her parents are making her see a therapist . School, where Lilly still refuses to speak to her and Lana suddenly wants to be bff, is a total nightmare. Even J.P.'s efforts to cheer Mia up (he's being really sweet!) aren't helping. What's a royal to do? Just when things couldn't get worse, Mia uncovers an old family secret, a long-forgotten diary of a teenage princess of Genovia. It could be just the thing to help Mia write her speech—but it might also change the fate of the Renaldos forever. Meg Cabot ’s many books for both adults and teens have included numerous #1  New York Times  bestsellers, with more than twenty-five million copies sold worldwide. Her Princess Diaries series was made into two hit films by Disney, with a third movie coming soon. Meg currently lives in Key West, Florida, with her husband and various cats. The Princess Diaries, Volume IX: Princess Mia By Meg Cabot HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. Copyright © 2007 Meg Cabot All right reserved. ISBN: 9780060724610 Friday, September 10, 9 p.m., Beauty and the Beast, Lunt-Fontanne Theater, ladies' lounge He hasn't called. I just checked with Mom. I don't think it's completely fair of her to accuse me of believing the entire world revolves around my breakup with Michael. Because I don't. Really. How was I supposed to know she'd just gotten Rocky down for the night? She should turn off the ringer if he's turning into that much ofa problem sleeper. Anyway, there were no messages. I guess I shouldn't have expected there to be. I mean, I checked on his flight, and he's not due to arrive in Japan for another fourteen hours. And you aren't allowed to use cell phones or PDAs while you're actually in the air. At least, not for calls or text messaging. Or answering e-mails. But that's okay. Really, it is. He'll call. He'll get my e-mail and then he'll call and we'll make up and everything will go back to the way it was. It has to. In the meantime, I just have to go on as if things were normal. Well, as normal as things can be while waiting to hear back from your boyfriend of two years with whom you've broken up, but to whom you sent an apology e-mail because you realized you were completely and unequivocably wrong. Especially since if you don't get back together you know you'll only live a sort of half life and be destined to have a series of meaningless relationships with supermodels. Oh, wait. That's my dad. Never mind. But, you know. It's me, too. Minus the supermodels. Watching Beauty and the Beast tonight with J.P. has made me realize how completely stupid I've been this past week. Not that I hadn't realized it already. But the show has really driven it home. Which is especially weird, since Michael and I have never exactly seen eye to eye on the theater. I mean, I could barely get Michael ever to go with me to see the kind of shows I like, which are primarily ones involving girls in hoop skirts and things that fly down from the ceiling of the theater (such as The Phantom of the Opera and Tarzan: The Musical ). And on the few occasions he DID go with me, he spent the whole time leaning over and whispering, ?I can see why this show is closing. No guy would really stand around singing to a talking teapot about how much he likes some girl. You know that, don't you? And where is the full orchestra supposed to be coming from? I mean, they're in a dungeon. It just doesn't make any sense.? Which I used to think actually ruined the whole experience. As did Michael's excusing himself every five minutes to go to the men's room on the