Ok, so I’m way behind on my blogging. Life has been crazy lately, what with personal disaster for a few days, and then a vacation to New Orleans, from whence I write to you now. I’ll probably write another blog right after I finish this one, because I have two books to blog about. AND I’m losing track of the weeks since I’m getting so far behind. I’m pretty sure I’m almost through week 10, but no worries, I’ve got a book read and ready to be blogged about.
The White Queen by Phillipa Gregory was quite good, though most certainly not her best. For a while I thought Gregory was http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=Bibliograph07-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1451602057&fc1=F3EDED&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=040404&f=ifrhalf-goddess because her writing was so phenomenal. The Other Boleyn Girl was an absolutely incredible novel (and another abysmal movie starring–guess who?–Eric Bana). Since then she has become, in my eyes, fully mortal, after having read The Wise Woman, which was so gross at times I found myself gagging.
Gregory writes royal historical fiction for the most part, following stories of various kings and queens of England. This novel is a story of the War of the Roses, when the House of York and the House of Lancaster fought bloody battles and waged silent political wars to determine who would take the throne. Because all the royals in England are related to each other somehow–can’t let that peasant blood dilute divinity–it was also known as “the cousin’s war.” Elizabeth Woodville is a noble woman, widowed, who uses magic to encourage the current king–Edward, of the York line–to fall desperately in love and marry her. The rest of the novel is an account of their reign together and their constant battles against various earls and dukes who lead uprisings against them, spreading rumors of the king’s illegitimacy. Elizabeth is also pregnant all the time, and has, I believe, eleven children. Often it gets repetitive, but it is still quite emotional and gripping to read of all the betrayals and danger the queen and her children must endure.
Gregory’s writing is lovely as usual, her language choice eloquent. She evokes vivid images of the English countryside in moonlight, gruesome battles, finely dressed lords and ladies, etc. As usual, she is a delight to read. For those who enjoy historical fiction and political intrigue, it’s a fantastic book.