Dear Mrs. Cabot,
This is not a question, per say, but more of a "thank you" for writing The Princess Diaries. I was in sixth grade when the first book came out, and the series carried me through high school. I am now 21 years old and still continue to reread the series endlessly. In fact, I often find my little life situations comparable to those of Mia. Granted, I am not the Princess of Genovia, the granddaughter of a looney, but lovable, queen, or have hair shaped like a yield sign, but I do, however, lead a life full of awkwardness. Some of these problems might trace back to my large feet and sarcastic mindset. Anyway:
This summer, I am interning in St. Louis. I live with a young woman that find easily comparable to Lily. She is an outspoken feminist who embraces an interesting style. I may or may not have found my rental on Craigslist, sight unseen. I only know one person here in the city and have only gotten to hang out with her once due to our hectic schedules. Nevertheless, I have been making my way around. Thus far, my favorite place to hang out is in the sea lion tunnel at the St. Louis Zoo (oddly enough, Mia liked the tunnel at the NYC Zoo, haha!) and the last guy I fell for turned out to be completely into men, even though he was giving me signals (JP aka Guy Who Hates It When They Put Corn In His Chili flashbacks!). On top of that, I came down with mono two weeks ago and the doctor nor the nurse at the clinic failed to believe me when I told him that I still have not lost "my flower" and am not suffering from pregnancy symptoms (haha, that made me think of Mia's mom, who had a deep talk about the time she lost her virginity as The Corn Princess). Additionally, the people I most often encounter at work are comparable to Boris Pelkowski. Most of their time is spent in cubicles the size of storage closets.
Your series has not only brought amusement to my average life, but also the optimistic outlook that goodness can be found in any situation. I appreciate all of the toil and heart that was poured into every page, and I will continue to embrace the series until I am hit with dementia. Maybe at that point, I will demand sidecars and drag around a hairless dog.
Thank you again for everything, Mrs. Cabot!