Buckingham Palace, London, 2013 - My mum and I seem to be on the cover of every magazine these days. She must be really pleased that I've made her so famous. Before I arrived, I don't suppose many people had even heard of her.Kensington Palace, London, 2013 - Dad's a pilot who flies helicopters right up in the sky. I think that's why he's called Highness. But just because Dad flies helicopters, it doesn't make him good at changing nappies. He had his first try at changing my nappy today. He was good, but I don't think he enjoyed it because he kept screwing up his face and yelling something about stinky poo!Kensington Palace, London, 2013 - Great grandma came round today. Her name is Queen. She's married to this grumpy old bloke called Chookee Edinburgh who walks around with his hands behind his back. I think he bites his nails and doesn't want anyone to see.
President John Quincy Adams wed English-born Louisa Johnson after a two year pause between the asking and going through with the marriage. He tried to get our of marrying her, a twenty-two year old spinster with a shady promised of a dowry that could never be paid, and a murky secret in her background. During their 50 year long marriage both endured difficult times. As president, John Quincy Adams and Louisa were deeply disturbed from their earliest youth by the horrors of slavery. Together John Quincy and Louisa were able to accomplish the commencement of slavery. The challenge brought them together in a late amorous relationship soaring to blissful heights. Their relationship unfolds in Louisa's own strenuous voice from the pages of her secret diary. She spares no details about the journeys she takes, the hardships she endures, and most of all the hard work it takes to learn to put love into every word and action.
The innermost thoughts of Simon Cowell's son :'I woke up to find that everyone was all a twitter. By which I mean that Dad's twits and almost the whole world were going crazy with the news that I had been born. Quite right. I'm sure that when everyone is born they think they are the centre of the universe, and with me it turns out to be true. I guess at some point I'll find out why.''Today I met Jeeves. Well, Daddy called him Piers, but I call him Jeeves. He said things like 'And how would Sir like his nappy done up today? Traditional classic fit or a little more snug around the middle for Sir perhaps?' I resolved to ask him for a Scotch on the rocks, just as soon as I could work up the vocabulary.''Apparently I was born on something called Valentine's Day. So, when Harry Bighair came to visit he asked Daddy if they were going to call me Valentino. Daddy answered, 'I'm not going to dignify that with a reply.' Sometimes I wish Daddy would speak his mind more and not just sit on the fence all the time.'
Buckingham Palace, London, 2013. My mum and I seem to be on the cover of every magazine these days. She must be really pleased that I’ve made her so famous. Before I arrived, I don’t suppose many people had even heard of her. Kensington Palace, London, 2013. Dad’s a pilot who flies helicopters right up in the sky. I think that’s why he’s called Highness. But just because Dad flies helicopters, it doesn’t make him good at changing nappies. He had his first try at changing my nappy today. He was good, but I don't think he enjoyed it because he kept screwing up his face and yelling something about stinky poo! Kensington Palace, London, 2013. Great grandma came round today. Her name is Queen. She’s married to this grumpy old bloke called Chookee Edinburgh who walks around with his hands behind his back. I think he bites his nails and doesn’t want anyone to see.
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • “This is one of those books that will go down as the seminal work—the determinative work—in this field. . . . Terrifying.”—Rachel Maddow The first definitive account of the rise and fall of the Secret Service, from the Kennedy assassination to the alarming mismanagement of the Obama and Trump years, right up to the insurrection at the Capitol on January 6—by the Pulitzer Prize winner and #1 New York Times bestselling co-author of A Very Stable Genius and I Alone Can Fix It NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY THE WASHINGTON POST Carol Leonnig has been reporting on the Secret Service for The Washington Post for most of the last decade, bringing to light the secrets, scandals, and shortcomings that plague the agency today—from a toxic work culture to dangerously outdated equipment to the deep resentment within the ranks at key agency leaders, who put protecting the agency’s once-hallowed image before fixing its flaws. But the Secret Service wasn’t always so troubled. The Secret Service was born in 1865, in the wake of the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, but its story begins in earnest in 1963, with the death of John F. Kennedy. Shocked into reform by its failure to protect the president on that fateful day in Dallas, this once-sleepy agency was radically transformed into an elite, highly trained unit that would redeem itself several times, most famously in 1981 by thwarting an assassination attempt against Ronald Reagan. But this reputation for courage and excellence would not last forever. By Barack Obama’s presidency, the once-proud Secret Service was running on fumes and beset by mistakes and alarming lapses in judgment: break-ins at the White House, an armed gunman firing into the windows of the residence while confused agents stood by, and a massive prostitution scandal among agents in Cartagena, to name just a few. With Donald Trump’s arrival, a series of promised reforms were cast aside, as a president disdainful of public service instead abused the Secret Service to rack up political and personal gains. To explore these problems in the ranks, Leonnig interviewed dozens of current and former agents, government officials, and whistleblowers who put their jobs on the line to speak out about a hobbled agency that’s in desperate need of reform. “I will be forever grateful to them for risking their careers,” she writes, “not because they wanted to share tantalizing gossip about presidents and their families, but because they know that the Service is broken and needs fixing. By telling their story, they hope to revive the Service they love.”
The Prince George Diaries is a new comedy about the Royal Family told from the inside out. Great diarists have changed the course of history, charted the swell of revolutions, the rise and fall of empires through the power of their pens. But for the first time ever, the gimlet eye of a tiny literary colossus - small in stature but mighty in influence - unlocks the closely guarded secrets of the British monarchy. How? He's one of them. The Prince George Diaries is a no-holds-barred exclusive never-before-seen fly-on-the-wall, behind the scenes rollercoaster exposé written from the inside. From David Cameron's weekly meetings with the Queen ('I've given up bread, Ma'am - can you tell?') Princess Anne's terrifyingly combative party game tactics ('Who's got the cojones to take me on?') to Prince Harry's lessons on family history ('Did you know Great Grandpop's first pet was a dinosaur and that he invented fire?') - it is all here. And much, much more. But George's position as the world's most influential baby is suddenly under threat, following the shocking news that he's going to have a sibling. He knows how to be a media superstar. He doesn't know how to be a brother. What will the future hold now an imposter looms large on the horizon...?
