Rødt Hjerte Blåt Blod
Title: Red, White and Royal Blue
Author: Casey McQuiston
Published in English: 2019
Dansk titel: Rødt Hjerte, Blåt Blod
Dansk Udgivelsesår: 2020
Finished Reading: September 2020
Genre: Romance & LGBT
This is my personal review without spoilers of the actual plot.
First Son Alex Claremont-Diaz is the closest thing to a prince this side of the Atlantic. With his intrepid sister and the Veep’s genius granddaughter, they’re the White House Trio, a beautiful millennial marketing strategy for his mother, President Ellen Claremont. International socialite duties do have downsides—namely, when photos of a confrontation with his longtime nemesis Prince Henry at a royal wedding leak to the tabloids and threaten American/British relations.
The plan for damage control: staging a fake friendship between the First Son and the Prince. Alex is busy enough handling his mother’s bloodthirsty opponents and his own political ambitions without an uptight royal slowing him down. But beneath Henry’s Prince Charming veneer, there’s a soft-hearted eccentric with a dry sense of humor and more than one ghost haunting him.
As President Claremont kicks off her reelection bid, Alex finds himself hurtling into a secret relationship with Henry that could derail the campaign and upend two nations. And Henry throws everything into question for Alex, an impulsive, charming guy who thought he knew everything: What is worth the sacrifice? How do you do all the good you can do? And, most importantly, how will history remember you?
My opinion about this book is a bit of a mix. The characters are flat, uninspired and honestly quiet boring. The only character with a bit of wit and personality is Alex. The writing is all over the place. The amount of times we jumped from one scene to another became tiresome; I lost the flow of the story on multiple occasions due to this and had to reread some sentences a few times in order for them to make sense.
The book is the definition of stereotypes. Alex is your typical American and Henry, oh my god, he is borderline English. It’s as if the author looked up “English things” and used everything she could find, to define who Henry is. Being an LGBT book doesn’t mean you need to have graphic material but the scenes in which our characters copulate were non-exciting. They held hands, kissed and then nothing. It was literally over before they started doing anything. We aren’t even sure about what they have been doing as a result you lose the intimacy and the connection with the characters that you would otherwise have. The chemistry between the characters themselves vanishes too. To me, they didn’t appear to be lovers, only best friends at most.
It’s a work of fiction, but it still needs to be believable.