65 pages into Prince Harry’s memoir and I already have a strong opinion

I was slightly biased before I got the book. I wasn’t against Prince Harry but I just don’t like England. England, where I spent eight years, has a special place in my heart. A dark one. I hate its elitism. And maybe it’s not about its elitism. Maybe my boarding school memories have an element of trauma. And there are other factors that contributed to memories of England. The start of university (Cambridge!) coincided with the start of a painful long-distance relationship. In hindsight, it wasn’t that painful. It was blissful. The…