Nikki’s phone buzzed. Chloe: “Is that really your diary online? Because page 112 is… wow.”
Nikki wanted to scream. But then she noticed the comments had changed. A girl named Emily wrote: “I have a diary too. I thought I was the only one who worried about frizzy hair and friend fights. Thank you.”
“Brianna!” Nikki whisper-yelled.
Nikki Maxwell stared at her laptop screen, her jaw practically unhinged. There it was: Dork Diaries 7: Tales from a Not-So-Glam TV Star , perfectly rendered, page by page, on FlipHTML5. Someone had scanned the entire book—her book, her actual diary—and turned it into a flipping, virtual public spectacle.
She turned to Brianna. “We’re taking it down. But first… add a unicorn gif on page 200. The one where I finally laugh.” dork diaries 7 fliphtml5
Nikki paused. The world had seen her secrets. But maybe, just maybe, they’d also seen her heart.
Her little sister zipped by in a princess dress and goggles. “Wasn’t me! But if it was , I’d totally flip the pages to the part where you cried about Brandon’s text!” Nikki’s phone buzzed
Another: “Page 89—I cried. You’re not a dork. You’re real.”