
But then my roommate came home, saw Cleo on the couch and burst out “Oh my God I loved those books!” so maybe I was wrong. While I grew up rereading these ladies’ fictional innermost thoughts, I didn’t think the series was as recognizable as some children’s classics. They’re beautiful hardcovers with gold trimmed pages that make them seem oh so regal. The only books I had though were Cleopatra and Marie Antoinette, and I loved them. I think I may have dropped everything to point and gape.Īs it turns out there’s 18 books in the Royal Diaries series, and even some TV movies based on them including this one so obviously I have to check that out. I was at a bookstore and saw Cleopatra lying haphazardly on a table. It’s the first person story of a female protagonist based on historical fact, and I had completely forgotten it existed until two weeks ago. This is about as far in the opposite direction of Peter Pan as you can get in a book for youth. “I wanted to stomp out of the banquet hall, but that would have been the temper of a twelve-year-old, not the noble response of a princess.”
