I don’t know about you, but when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a princess when I grew up. There was the influence of Disney, but there was also the influence of Prince William (this was obviously before he grew up and started to look a lot more like his dad). From what you see on the outside, as a young girl, being a princess looks wonderful. You’re rich, famous, and you get to wear a tiara. As a 13 year-old, I was pretty sure I’d found my future.
As it turns out, not so much. Also as it turns out, being royalty kind of sucks. There’s plenty of speculation that Prince Harry’s trouble in finding a steady girlfriend is (at least in some measure) the pressure of becoming a member of the royal family. As an adult, the idea of trading living under a microscope, with public interest in your private life extending not just to juicy stories, but to snooping on your phone and long-lens photography hoping to catch you taking off your top to tan more evenly, is a devil’s bargain for getting to wear some pretty headgear once in a while…
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Did you know that there is another book by the same author Sex with the King? I’ve read both and found their historical perspective fun and interesting. We have a book exchange every Christmas at work and I’m always tempted to put these in the pile just to catch a coworker off-guard. :)