Hey guys! You’ll probably be hearing a lot more from me in the weeks to come (one of the few perks of self isolation) so here I am now, with a breakdown of where I’m up to in ‘Red, White and Royal Blue’ by Casey McQuinnston. Make sure you look after yourself and your friends in the next few months and enjoy this 🙂
I’ve heard so much about this book, I only got it recently because I was worried it wouldn’t live up to the hype. That and I couldn’t find it anywhere. It tells the enemies-to-lovers story of the America’s First Son and an English prince. I know, it sounds awful, but I’ve just read some pretty heavy novel and wanted something trashy. And possibly awful… but let’s find out!
So, I’m up to page 60, the two boys hate each other and have just conveniently met at the royal wedding of Prince Phillip (there are other english names!) and his unnamed spouse. Not a great start. My first impressions of the American – Alex – aren’t the best: he seems pretty obnoxious and vain. He also keeps talking about American politics and stuff; and whilst I may know where the White House is (ish) I wish the author would stop for a minute and explain what all these initials mean.
Alex gets really drunk at this wedding, pretty stupid, and stumbles into Henry (the hunky, ‘golden hour’ English prince with amazing manners. That is literally the only thing we know about him at that point. His manners.) who in turn stumbles into a massive cake. International links are ruptured by the destruction of that cake and the only way to save this is to have Alex come to England, pretend to like the prince and visit some children in hospital with cancer. Politics confuse me.
Whilst at the hospital, we learn about Henry’s tragic past, with his dad dying from cancer when he was younger. There is also an aTeMpT oN HeNrY’s LiFe!!!!! that forces the two boys to hide in a very small cupboard for a few minutes, giving them just enough time for their more sensitive sides to bond. A coincidence, I think not.
Additionally, I know ‘Red, White and Royal Blue’ is an LGBTQ+ romance novel, but there hasn’t been much mention of sexuality except some rough jokes about Alex and Henry getting together from their friends. Hilarious because, you know, that’s what actually happens. I also find it pretty funny that this time it’s a suave English prince as the romantic interest. So far, we only get the POV of Alex, deeming Henry to be even more incomprehensible, posh and sExY. I hope we do get his take on things, even if it is just to see how much tea the author makes him drink. Is this what American people really think of us? Because whilst I don’t mind a brew if the kettle’s on and I don’t know much about what Prince Harry smells like up close, let me just say: BRITISH BOYS ARE NOTHING LIKE THIS.
I will just leave you with that, dear reader, and keep you updated as I trudge my way through this book.