A change of topic: I read Spare. I got it from the library and returned it a couple weeks ago. So I probably have some details incorrect but not the gist.
The first chapter (prologue, maybe) bothered me. Harry requested to meet with his father and brother at 3 in the afternoon in the Frogmore gardens. He ended up waiting for them, glancing at his watch, etc. The meeting did not go well with Charles stepping between the brothers and asking them not to make his latter years miserable.
What bothered me? It was the afternoon of Prince Philip’s funeral. Harry doesn’t seem to take that particular event into account, other than just mentioning it. In my opinion, that just didn’t seem to be the time for all-about-me moment. No matter how Charles may have felt about his father, Prince Philip was his father, beloved by his mother. The funeral itself was no small affair. I kept waiting for it to click with Harry that maybe, just maybe, his timing was not only bad but awful. It didn’t. He wanted to discuss what he wanted to discuss.
Granted I may be projecting since a beloved family member passed away not all that long ago. I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to tackle any family problem that afternoon - big or small - and my adult children would have closed ranks on the one trying to turn attention toward himself/herself.
So Spare for me started with Harry coming across as self-centered and not able to “read the room.”
Regarding the bridesmaid dresses:
The New Yorker summed up the bridesmaid dress brouhaha in a review of Spare:
There is a certain amount of score-settling and record-straightening, which, though obviously important to the author, can be wearying to a reader, who may feel that if she has to read another word about those accursed bridesmaids’ dresses—of who said what to whom, and who caused whom to cry—she just might burst into tears herself.
For what it’s worth: my two girls also had an argument that ended in tears before the oldest one’s wedding. Not all that unusual and I’m personally glad that no one is publishing it years after the fact. It would certainly revive hard feelings.
I really liked Harry and Meghan as a couple once upon a time. I’ve become disenchanted, as I have little doubt that “recollections may vary.”
I’m sorry for one and all.