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Going back and editing my older reviews and writing some reviews for books I never reviewed, I knew I'd have to come back to this one eventually. I still remember writing this one too, like last year or something like that.
Part of me wonders if I was too harsh on this book since I was younger when I read it. After all, I've obviously read much, much worse things in the meantime, like Burning Glass and Red Queen. I considered going back and rereading this book to see if maybe there was something I was missing. After all, the other self-confessed 'Romanov whores' love it and sing its praises. So perhaps there really is something there that I'm missing.
But then I told myself that it doesn't matter how much older I get, there will never be ANY excuse for false information. Even if you claim it's a historical fiction novel, you are still responsible for spreading false information about a certain topic of history, and usually you can get in trouble for that. And that is exactly what this novel does. It spreads false information about this person, her family, her associates, and her life. I've learned so much more about the Romanovs in the four years since I've read this book. And guess what? It's still filled with lies.
The fact this has nothing but positive reviews disgusts me. The fact this has a movie deal disgusts me. If you in any way support or endorse this book, DESPITE HAVING LOTS OF PRIOR KNOWLEDGE ON THIS TOPIC, you disgust me.
Some people ask me why I give books I obviously hate with a burning passion like Red Queen, Cruel Beauty, Divergent, and The Book Thief two stars instead of one. Actually, this is the only book I've ever read that I've only given one star to. And my answer is this: Despite the characters and plots in those books being horrible, I can at least say this about them: they are about fictional characters. They are not spreading false information. And if they are historical fiction, they at least RESEARCH their topics heavily beforehand.
And I don't care if at this point I sound like a broken record, because this shit disgusts me on levels that not even I can understand. I know the Romanovs were not the most picture-perfect, pristine family ever, especially their father.
But they were a whole hell of a lot better than how they were portrayed in this novel, and if you read it, you will never understand that.
I really, really, really, REALLY wanted to like this book. I tried desperately, so hard, to like this book. I LOVE Anastasia Romanova, and her family to extend that. They have numerous novels and movies about them, so obviously the world won't be getting over their 'Romanov flu' anytime soon. And here is another portrayal! Honestly, when I first read the plot, I was interested. Not only was it about Anastasia, but it was a romance that took place when she was still alive! How rare are those!? So, I read it.
....I really feel sorry for bashing Susanne Dunlap's writing. I really do. I've read all her other books,and like I said in my review for her debut The Musician's Daughter, she's actually a really good author! And she seems like such a nice person to boot! But this book-she said she did extensive research for it, but to me, it's pretty freaking obvious she did not, because this book is not about the Romanov family. It is about a Russian Imperial family who has the same last name, and they all have the same names as the Romanovs, and the same pets, and the same servants, and even the same death, but they are not the Romanovs.
It's one thing to write about an obscure event or person of history that barely has a lot of resources about them, like journals or photos. Or maybe they lived too long ago and those resources weren't widely available to them anyway. But the Romanovs have literally dozens upon dozens of letters and diaries and accounts written by themselves and their friends and servants and other people close to them detailing how they looked, acted, and carried themselves. They even have photos! The Romanovs loved cameras! So, what is your excuse for portraying a family so tragic and so famous in such a shitty way?
I don't even know where to start on the portrayals. Maybe I'll start with Anastasia, because she's not only the narrator, but she is probably the WORST portrayal of this person I have ever seen! And I've seen a shitton of Anastasia portrayals! She is whiny and pretentious and selfish and vain and self-absorbed and cares too much about herself and thinks she's not as good as her older sisters and constantly berates herself because she's forever seen as the 'child of the family'. That. Is. Not. Anastasia.
I can literally bullet-point scenes that contrast with how the real Anastasia acted. One of my personal favorites to use is when she says: "Sometimes I wish I could be as girly as my older sisters and wear high heels and long dresses and makeup and be prettier!" Eeeeeeh, wrong, bitch! You're fucking Anastasia Romanova! The REAL Anastasia once ate chocolates with her long white opera gloves on, picked her nose, and attacked people taller than her. She didn't care what she looked like or what others thought of her, she did her own thing!
And what about that scene where a dying soldier in the hospital asks Anastasia's older sister to read to him, since he wants to see something pretty before he dies? Are you high? Even if that DID happen, Anastasia probably would've taken it in high stride! She's a fucking little girl, they're not supposed to be pretty! Cute, maybe, but not drop-dead gorgeous!
The family is just as bad. If you had no idea how close the Romanovs were in real life, you wouldn't learn it from this book. Her family's personalities are just as skewed as her own. Olga exists to play cards and mope, Tatiana is a fashion-obsessed, God-fearing bimbo, Maria has some sort of lesbian crush on Anastasia, Alexei and Alexandra exist just to get sick and have people fret over them, and Nicolas is super uncaring and cruel to his children!
There's also the scene where Anastasia's told Rasptin's dead. In real life, her and her sisters huddled together on the couch, fear in their eyes, possibly because they thought Alexei would be next to go. In this book, Anastasia's basically like: "Meh, he was a creepy pervert anyway. Now where's my boytoy?"
I could go on and on, but what's the point? Yes, the events are accurate, yes the descriptions of locations are beautifully done, as per Dunlap's style, and yes, it does end with their execution-but if the characters don't act like the real historical figures, then why should I care? All throughout this book, I was PRAYING for the Reds to murder them and take me out of my misery.
The sad thing is that this kind of plot could actually work, and I actually like this concept. Making Anastasia fall in love is a bit strange, since she never struck me as the romantic type, but I like the idea of her learning about the less fortunate peasants, since her older sister Tatiana in real life did a lot of charity work. Anastasia too seems like the kind of person who'd want to spend a day with a peasant family, playing with their kids or something.
But not like this. TL;DR version: The characters are horribly written and portrayed. If this was a fictional family, or one I didn't know very much about, I wouldn't care as much, but since this is my favorite royal family, I strive to make sure every portrayal of them is done correctly because otherwise, you're not only disrespecting their memory, but their sainthood. Yeah, these people are fucking saints. Think about that.
And in her author's note, Dunlap was all: "I hope Anastasia is smiling from above at the romance I envisioned for her." Oh, bite me. If Anastasia knew what you did to her and her family, she'd fucking smite you with a fucking lightning bolt. Or a snowball with a rock rolled in it. Hopefully the latter, because then maybe it'll knock some brains into you, or at the very least, some fucking respect.