If you've read 'Someday My Prince Will Come, True Adventures of a Wannabe Princess'by Miss Jerramy Fine, you know what I'm referring to. This little book is a confection like cotton candy. It's yummy, pretty to look at, as girly as the color pink, and so light and ethereal that once you've consumed it, you question its ever having really been there...except that you now have a stomachache. Well, not a bad, bad stomachache, just a little gnawing at your gut making you wonder, Could this be true?
Fine tells her tale of growing up on the American side of the Atlantic knowing full well that her fate was on British shores and his name was Peter Phillips, the Queen's grandson. She finally escapes from her rural upbringing in 1980s Colorado by hippies who never let the age of aquarius end and gets herself into hundreds of thousands of dollars of debts financing her honors degree at the London School of Economics, and just perhaps, her partying. Because the good times really do roll in this author-described true story, but they aren't the most interesting part of 'Someday.'
That anyone would believe from the age of six to adulthood that they were destined for a particular well-known, royal man and would fixate on him, making their lives and life decisions mold to the plan of getting him seems, to me at least, a little, oh, unusual. But Fine says it's true and whether it is or isn't doesn't really matter. It's a good story all the same. That she told people of her plan along the way to meeting him is even more unbelievable. Wouldn't most people have suggested therapy? Wasn't she afraid she'd get kicked out of England?
I discovered this book around Valentine's Day, shelled out the $25 to get it and don't really regret it. It's expensive cotton candy, but I'm quite fond of cotton candy. A word of advice, though: you may want to mooch off your friend the public library's bag of candy before you buy it. Taste test. But I found it yummy. Quite yummy.
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