OK, this is almost like me admitting that I watch American Gladiators. But I have to admit that this frothy confection of a wacky memoir is pretty entertaining.
In Someday My Prince Will Come, American-born Jerramy Fine tells her true tale of longing to live in England and to marry Peter Phillips, oldest grandson of Queen Elizabeth. She discovered Peter in a book on the royal family when she was age six. Since he was her age, she figured he was the perfect match for her, and she spent the next twenty years of her life trying to meet and marry him. Really.
This involved learning all she could about England, the royal family, proper British etiquette, dressing the part in classic clothes, and clawing her way to England any way she could. The embarrassing parts are reading all about her many one-time-only makeout sessions with numerous British guys at alcohol-fueled parties (once she’s made it to England during either her study-abroad semester at college, during graduate school in London or once she found a job there) and her swooning over any member of the royal family. Those parts read like the diary of a preadolescent.
But what’s really entertaining are her descriptions of the differences between herself and her family of origin. Her parents are hippies in every sense of the word, who encourage her to try marijuana and other drugs, who tell her she’s probably better off finding a homeless man to marry, and who give her a strangely-spelled boy’s name. One of the funniest parts is her mother’s letters telling her to switch over to the Mayan moon calendar in preparation for 2012. The juxtaposition of Fine’s teenage-girl antics with her parents’ hippie behaviors is just priceless.
Someday My Prince Will Come is a very amusing book best saved for a day when some wackiness is badly needed.
Rated: Moderate, for two occasions of strong language, a few uses of milder language, some vulgarity, copious references to alcohol and drunkenness, and some drug use and references