
The Queen of England is out for a walk, runs across a bookmobile, and realizes she has never really read. So begins her discovery of books and literature, but can the world handle a Queen who is learning to think for herself? I don't know about this book- novella, really; maybe it's witty, in a British way? But it just felt like an endless string of name-dropping authors that sound good on paper to have read. The ratio of corgis to pages was also dismally low.