To be honest I’ve never really cared for/been interested in the royal family and this book further showed me that I will never care for or be interested in them beyond this.

Harry has experienced, for years, a level of scrutiny and harassment from the press that would make anyone angry and need to speak up and own their narrative. He watched his mother go through it and practically get killed under that scrutiny/harassment, he spent his formative years going through it, and now that he’s an adult with a wife and children, he’s had to watch the people he’s come to love the most experience such vileness. That would make anyone angry and voice out.

I, personally, didn’t have any issues with the parts people felt were “oversharing”. When put into context, they were just a part of his narrative and it is a memoir after all. There were parts that felt a little tone-deaf but he’s a privileged white man going through life so I can’t say I expected anything else but at least he seems self-aware and willing to learn and change. 

All in all, It mostly made me sad and I kind of wish I’d not read it.