Just when Adrian Mole has finally run out of steam and Bridget Jones has returned only to prove formulaic and lack lustre, King Nicholas gallops onto the scene, full of naive charm, with a unique and refreshing twist on the classic British anti hero.
Unlike his predecessors, King Nick isn't some fictional creation -- he is the real deal. This is memoir: Nick Copeman, the commoner-turned-royal, is out there right now -- probably sitting in his caravan palace in Sheringham, eating a ready meal, drinking pink gin, watching trash TV and dreaming up his next scam.
It is his disarming tone of voice that really elevates this book way above the obvious gimmickry of him being simply a 'king' living in a caravan. For all that he finds himself in the most ludicrous and funny situations, he always seems to be the last in on the joke, which makes it all the more engaging.
This book is very amusing yet strangely often quite moving at times: one of those rare books where you really feel you have been a part of someone else's world and your own world can't help but change as a result.
I really can't recommend this book highly enough. 5 stars -- and the rest.