Meg Cabot
Meg Cabot
Meg Cabotis an American author of romantic and paranormal fiction for teens and adults and used to write under several pen names, but now writes exclusively under her real name. She has written and published over 50 books, and is best known for The Princess Diaries, later made by Walt Disney Pictures into two feature films of the same name. Meg's books have been the recipients of numerous awards, including the New York Public Library Books for the Teen Age,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth1 February 1967
CityBloomington, IN
CountryUnited States of America
Someday you're really going to have to describe to me in more detail what life is like on the planet you live on. Because it sounds really great, and I'd like to visit there one day.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say about that, so I just said, "Wow
I stare at her, as dumbstruck as if she'd just admitted she's a Scientologist with an invitation to join Tom and Katie on the spaceship when it shows up.
it’s only by studying the mistakes of the past,” Lucien said mildly, “that we can even have a future
And try to remember what we discussed, Susannah. A mediator is someone who helps others resolve conflicts. Not someone who, er, kicks them in the face.
There are nice, funny, totally good-looking guys out there. You just have to know where to look…and apparently, where NOT to look.
I love the Princess Diaries series! Do you?
Well, hi, CeeCee," I said. "Hi, Adam. Nice of you two to drop by. Ever heard of knocking?" "Oh, please," CeeCee said. "Why? Because we might interrupt you and your precious Jesse?" Jesse, upon hearing this, raised his eyebrows. Way up.
You know," I said, holding my ground. "I gotta tell you. The goatee thing? Yeah, way over. And you know a little jewelry really does go a long way. Just something you might want to consider. I'm actually glad you stopped by, because I have a couple things I've been meaning to say to you. Number one, about your wife? Yeah, she's a skank. And number two, you know that whole thing where you killed Jesse and then buried his remains out back there? Yeah, way un-cool.
She hadn't slain the dragon. Not at all. She hoped no one ever would.
I needed another soda. I’d only had six since breakfast.
The first thing we did was change all the clocks so that her siblings thought it was bedtime, then put them to bed ignoring their plaintive protests that they were not tired. They wept themselves to sleep soon enough.
They say it’s always darkest until right before the dawn. I’ve worked on enough projects to know how true this saying really is.
But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I'm a complete moron.