III: Princess in Love Vol. IV: Princess in Waiting Vol. IV and a Half: Project Princess Vol. Mia's royal introduction to Genovia has mixed results: while her fashion sense is widely applauded, her position on the installation of public parking meters is met with resistance. 4 The Thermopolis-Renaldo Agreement. 22 Some of Meg Cabot's stories are: The Princess Diaries Goes Forth (), The Princess Diaries: Give Me Five. The Princess Diaries has 60 entries in the series. Mia Goes Fourth. The Princess Diaries (Series). Book 4. Meg Cabot Author (). cover image of Mia Goes.

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The fourth volume in the popular Princess Diaries series. Mia Thermopolis, the year-old princess of tiny Genovia, is having a hard time adjusting to. The Princess Diaries: Third Time Lucky The Princess Diaries: Give Me Five . 4. My best friend Lilly's brother, whom I have loved since the day I met him. 4. And I say that as a princess who is in love with a college student. The thing is, I finally get it now: Guys are different than we are. But that's not always a bad.

Am I going to have to come to Genovia and climb up your hair to get you out or something? I will stop lying.

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I will never veer from prepared script while delivering televised address to the Genovian public. I will apologize to the Genovian Olive Growers Association for that thing with the pits.

I will stop lecturing the Royal Genovian Press Corps on the evils of smoking. If they all wish to develop lung cancer, that is their prerogative. I will achieve self-actualization. I will stop thinking so much about Michael Moscovitz. Oh, wait. I mean, this is my winter break. I am supposed to be having fun, mentally recharging for the coming semester, which is not going to be easy, as I will be moving on to Algebra II, not to mention Health and Safety class.

Everybody at school was all, Oh, you are so lucky, you get to spend Christmas in a castle being waited on hand and foot. Well, first of all, there is nothing so great about living in a castle. Because guess what? Castles are totally old. Where is MTV 2, I ask you? Where is the Lifetime Movie Channel for Women? She says she has tried to give me the time and freedom I need in order to grieve.

But she said a whole day in bed is long enough. Only it never is. Even after I had her feel 39 my clammy palms and erratic pulse. Even when I showed her the whites of my eyes, which have gone noticeably yellow.

Even when I showed her my tongue, which is basically white, instead of a healthy pink. Even when I informed her that I went to wrongdiagnosis.

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In which case, Mom said, I had better get dressed so she could take me to the emergency room. So I just begged her to let me stay in bed for one more day. And she finally relented. Such as, for instance, to go to school.

I am the princess of Genovia. So what does it matter if I go to school? Ever again. Maybe Dad will let me move to Genovia.

Mom let her in to see me. About Michael. When are you coming back to school? Everyone misses you! But still. Even as I said it, I could feel my palms getting sweaty. Just the thought of going to school made me want to hurl. Even Tina—always my staunchest supporter where my love for Michael is concerned—was betraying me.

I tried not to let my shock at this show, however. Forget all about Michael. I promise. You know, that anything Tina said is true. I just said it to get Tina to go away. Because having to talk to her made me feel so tired. I just wanted to go back to sleep.

Writing all this has totally exhausted me. Just living exhausts me.

Maybe this time, when I wake up, it really will all turn out to have been a bad dream. I could tell by the way Mr. Hot cocoa! With whipped cream!

But you can only have it if you get out of bed, get dressed, and get in the limo for school. Poor Mr. I mean, you have to give him points for trying.

You really do. Then I explained— very politely—that I am not going to school.

I checked my tongue in the mirror just now. Unless I have lassa fever. Also, Boris. Boris was a little surprised to see me in my current condition. I know because he said so. I said that in comparison, me refusing to bathe or get out of bed for a few days was really nothing.

To which he agreed. It seems a little. Tina tried to get me interested in going back to school by telling me that both J. After what seemed like forever—I know! I opened the note J.

Orchestra seats! I miss you. Which was totally sweet of him. But when your life is crumbling around you, the last place in the world you want to be is school. But then she said that three days of wallowing is her limit. She said I was getting up and getting dressed and going to school if she had to drag me to the shower and stick me under the nozzle herself. I mean, really. Then she tried a different tactic. She started to cry. Was that what I wanted her to do?

To bother my dad with this? I told her she could call Dad if she wanted to. All I wanted was for Mom to leave me alone so I could continue feeling sorry for myself in peace.

My plan actually worked. She got so upset, she ran out of my room and started crying again. I have a whole little schedule now. Every morning, I get up before anyone else does and have breakfast—usually whatever leftovers are in the fridge from the evening meal the night before—and feed Fat Louie and clean out his box. When either Mom or Mr. G comes in and tries to get me to go to school, I say no. Then my mom sends in Tina, and I pretend to be alive, and then Tina leaves, and I go to sleep, because Tina exhausts me.

Then, after Mom and everybody is asleep, I get up, make myself a snack, and watch TV until two or three in the morning. But I bet I could figure out a way.

It sucks to make your mother cry. Maybe I should make her a card or something. Except that would involve getting out of bed to look for markers and stuff. And I am way, way too tired to do all of that. You have to learn. Throughout the ages, most reigning monarchs have been total morons, and yet they still were allowed to rule.

But whatever.

Nicole Richie. Ignorance is never attractive. Speaking of which, how long has it been since you washed your hair, Amelia? What does it matter how I look now that Michael is out of my life? Anything to make her go away. I have a headache. You know you need to drink eight glasses of water a day, Amelia, in order to keep hydrated. He was nothing but an orange blur as he ran for the safety of the closet.

I shall send over my personal physician immediately! I think I just need to rest. Or so I thought. Because a few minutes later, Mom came into the doorway and stood there peering down at me with a troubled look on her face.

I could tell by his expression that I was in for it. If you will. I have rights, you know! He tossed me in the car! And okay, he tossed my journal in after me.

And a pen. And my Chinese slippers with the sequin flowers on the toes. But still! Is this any way to treat a princess, I ask you? Or even a human being? He brought me to the Upper East Side to see a psychologist. And not just any psychologist, either. At least if all the many degrees and awards framed on the wall of his outer office is any indication. I guess this is supposed to impress me. Or at least comfort me. Arthur T. My dad has brought me to see Dr. Because he—and Mom and Mr.

I know I probably look nuts, sitting here in my pajamas, with my duvet still clutched around me. But whose fault is that? They could have let me get dressed. Not that I would have, of course.

Well, I mean, when Lars carried me in. Because when the limo pulled up in front of the brownstone Dr. So Lars carried me. Knutz will be with you in a moment.

In the meantime, will you please fill this out, dear? What is it? A test? There are no right or wrong answers. It will only take a minute to fill out. Will that make you feel better, Mia? I mean, you should see how many shoes he owns. So the receptionist handed my dad the same form to fill out.

When I looked down, I saw that it was a list of statements that you were supposed to rate by checking off the most appropriate answer. To which you could check off one of the following replies: 58 All of the time Most of the time Some of the time A little of the time None of the time Since there was nothing else to do and I had a pen in my hand anyway, I filled out the form. I noticed when I was done that I had checked off mostly All of the times and Most of the times.

Such as, I feel like everyone hates me. Most of the time and I feel that I am worthless. Most of the time. But my dad had filled out mostly A little of the times and None of the times.

Even for his answers to statements like, I feel as if true romantic love has passed me by. Which I happen to know is a total lie. Dad told me he has had only one true love in his entire life, and that was Mom, and that he let her go, and totally regretted it.

Because he knew I might never find a love like that again. The receptionist—Mrs. Hopkins—took our forms back and brought them through a door to the right of her desk.

Meanwhile, Lars picked up the latest copy of Sports Illustrated off Dr.

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I bet he never thought that was going to be part of his job description when he graduated from bodyguard school. I got that part.

He comes very highly recommended. What does that mean? Hopkins is back. She says the doctor will see us now.

That was the weirdest thing. Knutz was. I know Dad said not to let his name or his demeanor fool me, but I mean, from his name and his profession, I expected him to be a little old bald dude with a goatee and glasses and maybe a German accent.

And he was old.

And he had sort of a Western accent. Knutz is a cowboy. A cowboy psychologist. It so figures that out of all the psychologists in New York, I would end up with a cowboy one. His office is furnished like the inside of a ranch house. On the wood paneling along his office walls there are pictures of wild mustangs running free.

His office furniture is dark leather and trimmed with brass studs.

And the carpet is a Navajo rug. I could tell right away from all this that Dr. Knutz certainly lived up to his name.

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Also, that he was way crazier than me. This had to be a joke. My dad had to be kidding that 61 Dr. Princess Mia! Nice to meetcha. Heard you were uncharacteristically nice to your grandma yesterday. Unlike Dr. Moscovitz—so I am not unfamiliar with how doctorpatient relationships are supposed to go. And they are not supposed to begin with completely false accusations on the part of the doctor.

I just said what she wanted to hear so she would go away. Knutz said. Give the man a chance. Knutz wanted to know. I swear he really said hetted and not heated. Carl Jung for some time. I have been struggling to achieve selfactualization for years. The fourth volume in the popular Princess Diaries series. Mia Thermopolis, the year-old princess of tiny Genovia, is having a hard time adjusting to life as a royal. In addition to writing adult contemporary fiction, she is the author of the bestselling young adult fiction series The Princess Diaries, which was made into two wildly successful Disney movies.

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That thing with Josh. I mean, he has to. And who knows? To distract myself, I went online for the first time in, like, a million years to see if anyone had e-mailed me.