Scandal, secrets, and heartbreak abound in this juicy, modern girl-meets-prince story—perfect for fans of Stephanie Perkins and Jennifer E. Smith. “Maybe sisters aren’t supposed to fall for the same guy, but who can mess with chemistry? A divine romantic comedy” (Brightly.com).
For the first time ever, the Weston sisters are at the same boarding school. After an administration scandal at Libby’s all-girls school threatens her chances at a top university, she decides to join Charlotte at posh and picturesque Sussex Park. Social-climbing Charlotte considers it her sisterly duty to bring Libby into her circle: Britain’s young elites, glamorous teens who vacation in Hong Kong and the South of France and are just as comfortable at a polo match as they are at a party.
It’s a social circle that just so happens to include handsome seventeen-year-old Prince Edward, heir to Britain’s throne.
If there are any rules of sisterhood, “Don’t fall for the same guy” should be one of them. But sometimes chemistry—even love—grows where you least expect it. In the end, there may be a price to pay for romancing the throne…and more than one path to happily ever after.
I knew going into this one, I probably wasn’t going to like it. The reviews have been blah at best and most people I know (and trust) have hated this one and sad to say with good reason. When I read the original premises to this book, I thought it was going to be the YA version of The Royal We but with more focus on the relationship between the two sisters in the book.
The Royal We is charming. It doesn’t pretend what it isn’t. For example, the main character is American probably in part because the writers of that book were American. Here the protagonist in English, but doesn’t sound remotely English save for using the occasional “Mummy”.
Seriously. There were so many Downton Abbey-see, I’m British! references here I ended up rolling my eyes way fucking too much.
Look, you want to have a book set in the UK with a British character fine. But do your research, I’m American and I could even tell that the author was Americanizing the shit out of these characters. That’s saying something.
Besides being what I call faux British, the book suffered from having a horrible lead whose main concern was about what outfit she was going to wear and being a prince’s girlfriend because he’s a prince.
Number one thing of having a plot dealing with a prince or a princess is that you have to make royalty approachable and relatable. And God knows, you don’t make the main character attracted to the lead just because he’s royalty.
See, Josh Ritcher if you want to understand why this can never happen.
But apparently, Courtney has never read The Princess Diaries-the grandaddy of all YA princess things. Hell, even the bastardization that is the Disney version of said book even uses this principle.
But nope, this book pretty much features a social climber female version of Josh Ritcher as the lead.
Can you say ew?
What I really hated was how much this book enforced stereotypes. Is it so wrong I want a girly girl main character to not be a villain like Charlotte so obviously is. Or not shallow for that matter.
You can like pink and have a brain I know.
There’s a little movie called Legally Blonde that’s proof of that, just saying.
Anyway, I only made it through like 70 pages of this before I called it a day. I’m telling you guys, this is the year I’m giving no fucks to DNFs. If you suck, I’m just not going to try to force myself to read you. It’s really a liberating feeling, BTW.
Years ago, I would’ve forced myself to finish this and I would’ve been miserable. I have to say, I am really glad that I don’t force myself to read shit anymore. And it makes me a happier person.
Overall Rating: DNF