Publisher: Griffin (St. Martin’s Press)
Publication Date: May 14th, 2019
Page Count: 432
From the Jacket:
What happens when America’s First Son falls in love with the Prince of Wales?
When his mother became President, Alex Claremont-Diaz was promptly cast as the American equivalent of a young royal. Handsome, charismatic, genius―his image is pure millennial-marketing gold for the White House. There’s only one problem: Alex has a beef with the actual prince, Henry, across the pond. And when the tabloids get hold of a photo involving an Alex-Henry altercation, U.S./British relations take a turn for the worse.
Heads of family, state, and other handlers devise a plan for damage control: staging a truce between the two rivals. What at first begins as a fake, Instragramable friendship grows deeper, and more dangerous, than either Alex or Henry could have imagined. Soon Alex finds himself hurtling into a secret romance with a surprisingly unstuffy Henry that could derail the campaign and upend two nations and begs the question: Can love save the world after all? Where do we find the courage, and the power, to be the people we are meant to be? And how can we learn to let our true colors shine through? Casey McQuiston’s Red, White & Royal Blue proves: true love isn’t always diplomatic.
Thinking about history makes me wonder how I’ll fit into it one day, I guess. And you too. I kinda wish people still wrote like that. History, huh? Bet we could make some.
There are so many things I could say about Red, White & Royal Blue. I could talk about the spot on American political commentary cleverly juxtaposed with the rigid tradition of the British monarchy. I could talk about how reading this book in 2019 with Donald Trump as president provides a sense of hope and a glimpse of what our world could one day look like. I could talk about the feeling of seeing myself in Alex, a boy who has grown up so deeply rooted in heteronormativity, he has trouble recognizing and reconciling the the same sex feelings he develops at a young age. I could talk about the way McQuiston captures the essence of a moment better than anyone I’ve ever read and how her descriptions are a completely tactile experience. Or the way she put into words the exact shape of the grief I felt when I lost my grandmother at a young age. I could talk about the romance between Henry and Alex, one that is at once tender, sweet, passionate, real, hilarious, sexy, and wonderful in every way. I could talk about this book forever, and likely will because it is my new all time favorite.