0.5 star
Hello? Yes, personal assitant, please fetch me your smallest violin. I have to play the saddest song in mourning of Kumari’s freedom.
Christmas at the Palace follows the whirlwind romance between feminist, humanitarian, and doctor Kumari Senavaka, and England’s most eligible bachelor... Prince Benedict (of England). But, oh no, the British media absolutely despises her! (Daily Mail, is that you?).
If you’ve read the description and you’re thinking huh, this sounds like Meghan Markle and Prince Harry! that’s because you are right, it most definitely is, and, no, you should not read it to find out if it’s any good. That was my first mistake. This book. This goddamn book. This is the 1 star read that absolutely ruined my Christmas (and my mood for romance novels. so thanks, Kumari, I have to start reading epic fantasy again).
When I say this is a Harry and Meghan retelling, I mean it’s a Harry and Meghan retelling. Their first date was the same, the media outrage was the same, the wedding was the same, EVERYTHING WAS THE SAME. Benedict had older siblings, Benedict lost his mother at a young age, Benedict had a reputation for partying. Kumari was divorced, Kumari was outspoken and challenged old traditions, Kumari was an outsider.
“ ‘I’m not really a salad person,’ Kumari said, without thinking.
He looked up. His eyes sparkled. ‘Oh yes? What sort of person are you, then?
She met his eyes. ‘I’ll have the lamb.’ She closed her menu and lifted her chin, challenging him to judge her. „
Feminist, you say? This woman, who thinks she’s really cool for not eating salad?? Whose man compliments her by telling her she’s not like any other woman he’s ever met??? Ok. Kumari’s not like other girls. She’s just really judgemental, rude to everyone she meets, and incredibly entitled. And I guess that’s somehow better (?) because she thinks she’s a complete girlboss because of it (she’s not).
The two of them had no chemistry, I didn’t get their immense love for one another and they were so boring I could not care less about them or any of the things that upset them. And there were plenty of things that upset them.
“ Kumari stared at it. When had she acquired hankies instead of tissues? Ophelia had given her some as a gift. She opened it out, it had a K embroidered in the corner. Oh God, they were infiltrating her without her even realising. The ball of panic in her chest rose higher.
She turned to Lucy. ‘I don’t even know who I am anymore.’ „
Kumari, there’s people that are dying. I am begging you to stop complaining about how difficult your life is now that you’re married to a prince and your Kleenex tissues are being replaced with specially embroidered handkerchiefs.