I hate to admit this, but I can’t stop reading the stories about Prince Harry and the terrible things his father, his brother, the butler, the gardener and everyone else allegedly did to him. It’s all laid bare in his recently published memoir, “Spare.”
The book is 418 pages of resentment. Ben Franklin’s autobiography was only 104 pages and Frederick Douglass’ was 232, but they didn’t have to contend with the royal family. Harry’s memoir follows up on the tell-all Netflix docuseries and the infamous Oprah interview. He’s turned whining about his family into a profitable career.