I have been addicted to The Princess Diaries since Sunday night when I picked up the first book. The books are a breezy read and the protagonist is very much like most girls we know (including oneself!) She doubts herself, wants to good to others but is selfish and confused, cribs a lot, worries needlessly - almost everything that I do or have done at some point in life. But I just finished reading the book five and it has left me with a splitting headache. Gawd.

The girl cribs about not being able to go to the prom for 238 pages. That is all this book about - a fifteen year old wanting to go to a prom that her sensible boyfriend thinks is lame. Give me a break, Ms. Cabot. I understand that I cannot appreciate the subject much because I am a) not fifteen b) not American, which means unfamiliar with the concept of prom, but still.

I will go find some aspirin now.

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Happiness.