My friend Jasmine loves Ellen Emerson White‘s The President’s Daughter. Buoyed by Jasmine’s enthusiasm, I put in a request through ILL. When the book came in, I texted her, all excited about it.
Which is why I’m really, really bummed that I didn’t like it that much. Oh, I liked elements of it just fine. But I never really connected with the story. Mostly because Meg didn’t do anything except react (mostly internally) to her mom running for President and then becoming President. And she spent most of that time moping.
I feel like the story would’ve been better told from Steven’s point of view because he was actually involved in activities that conflicted with the campaign.
That doesn’t mean there weren’t some nice moments in the book. It was well-written and an interesting look at life on the campaign trail. I loved every single exchange Meg had with her best friend Beth. White also does some nice things with the mother/daughter relationship.
But, really, this was a bathroom book. And now Jasmine hates me. (She’s mean that way.)