On a recent business trip in Germany, I ran out of reading material. Is there anything worse than being stuck on a nine hour flight without reading material? Is there any larger first world travel problem, besides maybe complaints over the dire free wine selection in the business lounge? Luckily, on this particular flight, I had The Royal We. The book is written by Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan, aka the Fug Girls. After years of following their fashion blog, during a lightening Kindle sale, I picked up a digital copy of The Royal We, their glorified 'Will and Kate' fanfiction. After following their blog, I knew what I was in for.
After the first chapter, I was sucked in. Any ideas of switching to Mad Men or the new Tom Cruise movie after the stewardess served lunch were forgotten. I was caught up in the world of Rebecca 'Bex' Porter, as she arrives in Cambridge (or was it Oxford?) to fall immediately into Prince William's - I mean Nick's - inner circle. After years of flirting and friend zones, the two quickly fall in to a serious relationship. Then there is a two year break up, during which Bex struts around Europe in tiny bikinis, gracing tabloid pages in the laps of rich business men. She even falls in the arms of Freddie, the Harry to Nick's William, one evening, only to find her father has died and suddenly lose the mood with Freddie/Harry.
The novel covers eight years, the big moments very closely mirroring those of the real life Duke and Duchess. The story and writing itself isn't exactly ground breaking - Bex Porter is a Mary Sue if there ever was one, from her tomboy attitude to the way both Nick and Freddie seem to fall head over heels in love with her. Nick barely has a personality. His mother, Emma, is a less-tragic gloss over real-life Diana. Freddie has red hair and Bex has a saucy sister. Harry and Pippa, I'm sure, were offended and are currently seeking royalties.
Even so, loyalty to the Fug Girls aside, I loved this book. It was fun and light and easy. I finished the thing on the plane, between lift off and landing. Then, after a brief layover, I re-read my favorite bits on the next flight. Mary Sue nature aside, there's something about Bex's Devour obsession and her greeting card career that rings true to this twenty-something. And just enough glitz and glamour of the royal life to be fun and carefree and insubstantial to get through in the length of a flight. It might be fluff, but it's the good kind of fluff.
I'm keeping it on my Kindle, with a collection of Stephen King short stories and Gone Girl, for when I need to get through a flight or a boring dinner or a long line at Target.