Princess in Waiting by Meg Cabot Read Free Book Online

drew out a book, which she handed to me. I looked down at
    it incredulously.
    'Jane Eyre?' I couldn't believe it. 'Grandmere, no offence, but I saw the movie and it was way boring.'
    'Movie?' Grandmere said, with a sniff. 'Read that book, Amelia, and see if it doesn't teach you a thing or
    two about
    how men and women relate to one another.'
    'Grandmere,' I said, not sure how to break it to her that she was way behind the times. 'I think people
    who want to know
    how men and women relate to one another are reading Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus
    these days.'
    'Read it!' Grandmere yelled, so loudly that she scared Rommel clear off her lap. He slunk off to cower
    behind a potted geranium.
    I swear I don't know what I did to deserve a grandmother like mine. Lilly's grandma totally worships her
    boyfriend, Boris Pelkowski. She is always sending him Tupperware tubs of kreplach and stuff. I don't
    know why I have to get a grandma
    who is already trying to get me to break up with a guy I've only been going out with for twenty-four days.
    Seven days, twenty-three hours and forty-five minutes until I see him again.
    Tuesday, January 12, 10 a.m.,
    Sessionof Genovian Parliament
    Jane Eyre is boring, so far nothing but orphanages, bad haircuts and a lot of coughing.
    Tuesday, January 12, 2 p.m.,
    Still in a Session of Genovian Parliament
    Jane Eyre looking up. She has gotten a job as a governess in the house of very rich guy, Mr Rochester.
    Mr Rochester is bossy, much like Wolverine, or Michael.
    Tuesday; January 12, 5 p.m.,
    StillSitting in on Session of Genovian Parliament
    Mr Rochester = total hottie. Going on my list of Totally Hot Guys between Hugh Jackman and that
    Bosnian dude from ER.
    Tuesday, January 12, 7 p.m.,
    Ivory Dining Room
    Jane Eyre = total idiot! It was not Mr Rochester's fault! Why is she being so mean to him?
    Wednesday, January 13, 3 a,m.,
    Royal Genovian Bedchamber
    OK, I guess I understand what Grandmere was getting at with this book. But seriously, that whole part
    where Mrs Fairfax warns Jane not to get too chummy with Mr. Rochester before the wedding was just
    because back in those days there was
    no birth control. Well, and also the part about him already having a wife.
    Still - and I may have to consult with Lilly on this - I am pretty sure it is unwise to pattern one's behaviour
    on the advice
    of a fictional character, especially one from a book written in 1846.
    However, I do get the general gist of Mrs Fairfax's warning, which was this: Do not chase boys. Chasing
    boys can lead
    to horrible things like mansions going up in flames, hand amputations and bigamous marriages. Have
    some self-respect
    and don't let things go too far before the wedding day.
    Which in modern parlance translates to Don't Put Out Until Senior Prom.
    I get this. I so get this.
    But what is Michael going to think if I just stop calling???? I mean, he might think I don't like him any
    more!!!!
    I guess that is Grandmere's point. I guess you are supposed to keep boys on their toes this way.
    I don't know. But it seemed to work with Grandpa. And for Jane, in the end. I guess I could give it a try.
    But it won't be easy. It is nine o'clock at night in Florida right now. Who knows what Michael is doing?
    He might have
    gone down to the beach for a stroll and met some beautiful, homeless musician girl, who is living under
    theboardwalk
    and making a living off the tourists, for whom she plays wryly observant folk songs on her Stratocaster.
    She could be
    wearing fringy things and be all busty and snaggle-toothed, like Jewel. No boy could be expected just to
    walk on by
    when a girl like that is standing there.
    No. Grandmere and Mrs Fairfax are right. I've got to resist. I've got to resist the urge to call him. When
    you are less
    available, it drives men wild, just like in Jane Eyre.
    Though I think changing my name and running away to live with distant relations like Jane did might be
    going a bit too far.
    Five days, ten hours,