I'm becoming increasingly angry reading this mess of a supposed modern fairy-tale. The main characters have NO personality, the book skips over important events and casually mentions what could have been entertaining scenarios in fleeting terms, and if I read "sausage rolls," "daisy," or "Nirona" one more time I swear I will scream. Nirona. Seriously. Stupidest name for an imaginary kingdom. I literally cringe every time it's mentioned, and that's a whole heck of a lot.
The prince isn't likable, but the main character less so. The relationship between them is so ho hum and without understandable feelings or quirks, and the story is somehow tedious while also vague. The only details obsessed over are the many references to all things gardening, and frankly, by the time Amy's love of the subject rings true, it's far too late, and just damn annoying.
And then the kicker that has me ready to wring someone's neck: SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT "REAL" WOMEN. If you're talking about depressed over eaters, and calling them "real," in comparison to any fit, healthy or otherwise "skinny" girls, you need to shut your mouth and put your pen away. You are a hypocrite. Stop this stupid trend once and for all.
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Now I've finished it and I'm just mad. I'm very tired of hypocritical crap intended as humble feel-good stories. It doesn't work. You can't portray Amy's mother as severely traumatized and anxious, massive because of her emotional eating, and then you bash all thinner characters like they're the ones with a problem. The main character is thicker than "skinny Kate Middleton," so that makes Amy real. That's stupid. Then, she is the most selfish hypocrite, but her selfishness and thoughtlessness are presented as a hero's selflessness. Boohoo, she whines at the end, the fantastic historic garden she's worked at and treasured fondly throughout the entire book just isn't her. The prince's calendar has too many events she's not used to. His family is too different than her own. The clothes and people and expectations and jewelry and language, and e v e r y t h i n g, her man has in his life isn't normal, so therefore it's not real, it's not ok, and her way, and everything she's used to, is right. Wrong.
The moral of the story is meant to be, basically, girls can be non-models who walk around in little to no makeup, wear dirty clothes, and these are virtues, and ultimately, girls, yes, your man should change EVERYTHING about himself, give up everything he's used to, and discard tradition, family, and comfort, for you, because none of it fits in your current world. Hypocrisy at its most clichéd.
Also, the dirty secret of Kelly is first hinted at so out of the blue and out of context, and then mentioned randomly throughout, obviously meant to be dangled as an intriguing puzzle. But it's not tantalizing, and is done in a way that fails to build suspense, only adding to the growing annoyance I felt reading this story. Then, when it's finally revealed, it's not at all shocking. It's not like the family mystery was a walk in the park, but it absolutely does not live up to the way the author's kept it from us for however many chapters. Could have just revealed it in the beginning and would have made for a better story and slightly more sympathetic heroine.
This book became such a chore to get through, but what will stay with me is how the attitude and flawed message that's presented is so utterly, utterly insulting. Truly.