After reading this, I'm tempted to dig up an old dairy from when I
was 10 years old and go make a ton of money off of one of my "Maybe
I'm a special Princess with magical powers!" angsty entries, since
it really does seem to be that easy
I'm surprised I actually made it through this book, which I can
credit towards a novel premise I was curious to see the end of, and
a healthy dose of stubbornness.
The main character reads like the flight of fancy of a socially
awkward pre-teen. She's rich, she has super powers, she's
irresistible to all men and all women want to be her friend. Oh,
and she's a princess! Her minor insecurities are contrived, caused
by a shallow, undeveloped encounter with a man, and are similarly
solved.
I can't quite understand what it was trying to be: a fluffy,
feel-good dime-store romance with a supporting mystery story line,
or a dime-store thriller mystery with a supporting romance. It does
neither of these things well.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of the fluffy beach read romance /
whatever, but even the cheap "harlequin suspense" romance novels
make a bigger effort to create real people and a convincing story
arc.