I can't believe that I forgot about this book. I had planned on reading it once it came out -- unfortunately, I got distracted in a completely "Ohhh shiny!" moment. I'm sort of glad I did. I wouldn't have had the time to read this novel during classes.
Like most of P. Gregory's books, it was extremely well written. The content is the stuff of legends; no, seriously. It is. History buffs everywhere will smile at the idea of a dramatic retelling of the Plantagenet era. Since I'm not a history buff, I could read it with complete abandon.
For those who are learned in that particular era, I invite you to read it.. and let me know of any inconsistencies. It'd be an interesting read. Then I can read it again, all while saying "NO! NO! NO! She wore a RED rose!"
But I digress.
I did enjoy this. Like I mentioned, it was gripping. There was a point, however, where I started to loose interest... and then it ends. Well played, Gregory, well played.
Anna Quindlen ruined me for other authors. The prose wasn't ecstatic. It was simple, and flowed from on scene to another. It kept me company while I plowed through four hours worth of laundry.
I don't know if I'm ready for another superbly emotional work. I think next I'll go with Pahlinuk..
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