Just like many girls my age I caught my first glance of Meg and her magic ( :) ) when I was about eight or nine years old - through the Princess Diaries movie with Anne Hathaway. Back then my pink, princess-addicted self became obsessed with the DVD we had. It was scratched so that the movie stopped every few seconds or so, but that didn't keep me from watching it over and over again. Also, that was the time I became convinced I was adopted. You know, because it was possible to find out you were a princess. I'd just have to wait until I turned fourteen.
Then came Meg. Or, more accurately, my best friend suggested her books to me which I refused to read because the covers were cheesy, I knew the story by heart (hello! I'd seen the movie a million times back in third grade!!!) and noone - noone! - could ever replace JK Rowling.
And by knowing about this strength - it became real. I started seeing my dreams come closer just because I knew it was up to me to make them come true. And I started working. On my grades in school. On my appearance. But most of all : on my confidence.
I started reading Meg's blog anytime back then and that weekly dose of Meg's writing kept my motivation up.
(among other stuff she posts awesomeness like this!)
Today I don't read as many of Meg's books anymore. However, it's those moments when I feel like I will never be good enough or that the whole world hates me or that school is the worst place on earth I will still grab a book of Meg's - most certainly a Princess Diaries book - and it will remind me that it's okay. And that everything will be okay.