Book Review: H.R.H.

H.R.H. by Danielle Steel

First, let me preface this by saying I haven't read Danielle Steel since I was probably 17 years old.

Steel was sort of the "transition author" for me - the bridge between SVH and Babysitter's Club to "grown up" books. I remember thinking her stories were sweeping and lovely, had a bit of sex and lots of exotic locales.

Since I hadn't read Steel in so long, and because she's still as popular as ever, I wanted to give her another try, and this title seemed pretty innocuous - I mean, who doesn't like princess stories?

(Shout out to Meg Cabot!)

Christianna is the princess of Liechtenstein, and is a poor little lamb trapped in a gilded cage who wants nothing more than to go to war-torn Africa to work for the Red Cross, where she inevitably will fall in love and change the course of her life drastically.

And yes, the plot follows the script in your head exactly. A hundred pages of her whinging on about her poor me life and how AWFUL it is to be a princess of a nation with only 33,000 subjects, her fairytale romance with her new man who is of course beyond perfect, and naturally, a couple of tragedies that change her life forever (oh, sob!).


The writing is TOTALLY pedestrian, the plot telegraphed a million pages before it happens, the characters trite, and the action moved at a snail's pace. I didn't care if Christianna got the man, got malaria, or got her tiara shined - I.didn't.care.

And yet, Steel is still one of the most popular authors ever.

How does that happen?

Well, I've satiated my curiosity and rest assured, I won't waste my time on any more Steel novels...

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