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VOYA - Lucy Schall
At twelve, Princess Margaret Tudor, Henry VIII's sister, marries the thirty-year-old Scottish king. A marathon of loss, birthing, and power struggles defines her life, influences a self-centered and destructive chain of decisions, and proves to her that true love eludes a monarch. Margaret's passionate marriage to the philandering, masochistic, and guilt-ridden religious zealot, King James, produces one surviving child who eventually becomes king. After her husband dies fighting her brother Henry, the pregnant mother of a toddler turns to the charming Angus Douglas, who marries her for political gain. They unsuccessfully resist the king's French cousin Jehan, who takes her children, and Angus returns to his true love. A bitter Margaret ignores their daughter and works to divorce Angus. She charms Jehan, who allows her access to little Jamie, her son. She enters an affair and marriage with Harry, Jamie's tutor and friend, but her preoccupation with power and public persona eventually drives him away. Her son, the king, forbids a divorce, however, and the couple declares a semi-peaceful coexistence. Bogdan's page-turning historical romance captures the pressures and dangers that Queen Margaret confronts with stubbornness, courage, and greed. Margaret emerges far more powerful than mainstream history reveals, but the protests of regret Bogdan gives her become tedious, as the queen often displays ruthless, self-centered ambition. Teenage girls and their mothers will have much to discuss about a once tenuous woman's role that this queen turned into a weapon. Reviewer: Lucy Schall
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  • ISBN-13: 9780758271389
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 1/29/2013
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 306,814
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 1.00 (d)

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The Forgotten Queen


By D.L. BOGDAN

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2013 D. L. Bogdan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-7138-9


Chapter One

The Wilted Rose

There was no one high enough to intervene on behalf of my immortal soul, my grandmother had cried. I was a shameful creature, she went on, a wilted petal on the Tudor rose. It was time I was made to examine my wicked ways and repent. Grandmother was through with humble chaplains and confessors. I was a Princess of the Blood; the fate of kingdoms may rest in my finding salvation. Thus I was removed to my godfather, the Archbishop of Canterbury himself, where I must come up with an impressive confession. I was certain it wouldn't take much; I had a wealth of sins to choose from.

Lord Chancellor John Morton sat before me in his grand white robes, drumming his slim fingers on his knee waiting, waiting for the recitation of my various sins.

I wrung my hands. Oh, where to begin?

"I hit my brother Henry on the head with a stick," I told him, swallowing my fear as I approached him to lay a hand on his lap. I refused to sit in the confessional. I did not like walls between me and anyone, see-through or not. The archbishop's robe was very soft under my fingertips and I found myself scrunching the material beneath my nails in nervousness.

He offered a grave nod, urging me to continue. "Why would you do such a thing, Princess Margaret?"

"Because Henry is stupid," I explained with impatience. "If you knew him you would surely hit him as well, my lord."

The archbishop's lips twitched. "Pray continue, Highness."

I twisted the material of his gown in my fist, edging closer to him. My tone was conspiratorial. "And then I stuck my tongue out at my tutor because he called me saucy. I am not saucy, Your Grace!"

"Indeed?" The smallest smile curved his lips. "Go on."

I swallowed several times, shifting from foot to foot. "And then ... then I put a frog in my grandmother's slipper—"

"Gracious, Your Highness, that was creative," he observed. "Why should you grieve your gentle grandmother so?"

"Do you know my grandmother, Your Grace?" I asked, incredulous that anyone should describe the severe Margaret Beaufort as gentle.

"She is a great lady," said the archbishop. "It would serve you better to respect her." He paused, arching a brow. "Now. Anything else?"

"Well, I also hid Grandmother's hair shirt," I confessed. "I wasn't trying to be bad that time. Honest. I just thought to give her skin a rest—"

"How old are you, Princess Margaret?"

"I am ten," I told him, offering a bright smile to display the pearly row of grown-up teeth that were my pride.

"Do you think a girl of ten should meddle in the affairs of a woman thrice her age?" he asked me in patient tones. "I should say not. The Lord commands us to honor our mother and father; this applies to all elders. Your grandmother is a very spiritual lady and needs none of your ... intervention. She is an example of faithfulness. Remember, through her loving discipline you are brought to a better understanding of God."

I bowed my head. I hated talking about the Venerable Margaret Beaufort with anyone. I hated even thinking about her. Spiritual! How I had suffered for Margaret Beaufort's "spirituality"! If her cane across my back was made to bring about a better understanding of God I could have been an abbess!

"Anything else?"

Summoned to mind was the most grievous sin of all. I sighed. "I asked the king what a whore is."

The priest's eyes widened as he covered his mouth with one large hand. "Did you find out?"

"No! Grandmother slapped me!" I cried, hoping to solicit his sympathy. "I can't begin to imagine why! I only asked because I heard one of the ladies say there were an awful lot of whores about and I feared it was some kind of insect, so I thought it best to find out! I do not want anything crawling on me, after all!"

Archbishop Morton tilted his head back, closing his eyes a long moment. He drew in a deep breath, expelling it slowly. "Anything else, my lady?"

I bit my lip. "I ... I'm not sure."

"You're not sure?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Your Grace. It's just that I sin with such terrible frequency—I can't seem to keep track. I suppose I should make a list...."

"Highness, has it ever occurred to you that the best way to-er—'keep track' of your sins is to reduce the list or perhaps, to the best of your ability, cease sinning altogether?" he asked.

"Oh, but that would be impossible!" I cried.

"Indeed, we're all human and it is in our nature to sin, but I do not believe reducing the regularity of the habit to be an impossibility—"

"How on God's earth do you expect me to have any fun that way?" I cried.

"Charity shall be your penance," said the archbishop in decisive tones as he rose. "I should like you to accompany your grandmother on her charitable exploits. 'Twill teach you humility as well and do your soul much good."

"Yes, Your Grace." I bowed my head in an attempt at humility, though I was much aggrieved at the thought of accompanying Grandmother anywhere. I raised my head, hoping there was some way to endear myself to him. "Thank you ever so!" I cried then, throwing my arms about his waist and resting my chin against his chest, casting adoring eyes to his stern countenance. How I wished he would scoop me up in his arms and carry me off to Lambeth. Then I could be his little girl most loved. Of course, archbishops couldn't have little girls, so I supposed it would do to place this fantasy with yet another gentleman. Unfortunately, I seemed to be running out.

"Now, now, Highness, that is quite enough!" cried the archbishop as he disengaged himself from me.

Blinking back a sudden onset of tears, I fell to my knees and, in an unusual display of reverence, kissed his grand ring.

"I will pray fervently for your soul, Your Highness," he told me.

I rose. "Your Grace ... no one ever did tell me ... what is a whore?"

"Your Highness ..." The archbishop removed his cap to run a hand through his thinning white hair. "You'll ... find out when you're older."

I refrained from stamping my foot.

I'd find out when I was older. Everyone's favorite answer when they couldn't tell me a thing. Likely they didn't even know!

Oh, confession was a bore!

I resolved to think of a hundred other fun sins to indulge in just to spite them all.

If anything, it would make the dread chore more interesting. It was rather fun shocking the Archbishop of Canterbury.

I liked shocking everyone.

Christmastide distracted me from my mischievous missions and was all the initiative I needed to remain good. Grandmother said this in itself is a sin; I should be good because I wanted to be good, not because it involved some kind of reward.

"But aren't you being good just so you can get into Heaven?" I countered, recalling my grandmother's famous displays of piety. "That is a reward."

This rewarded me with a clout on the mouth and no satisfactory answer.

We removed from Greenwich to Westminster, where all the family would be together for the first time in many months. Excitement surged through me as I peeked out the curtains of my litter to wave to the throng gathered at the palace gates, who shouted blessings at me.

"Bless the princess!" they called.

"Throw them some coin; that's what they're waiting for," my grandmother urged in stern tones. "Goodness knows they're not really here to see you."

"They are, too!" I returned. "They adore me!"

Just to ensure this, however, I reached into her purse to fish out a handful of sovereigns, tossing them to the awaiting crowd, who scrambled and scuffled over them in the street. My heart lurched as the truth of my grandmother's words rang in my ears.

When at last I was permitted to quit the litter and my grandmother's deplorable company, I ran through the Long Gallery to search out my family. I offered warm greetings to the courtiers and dignitaries who surrounded Father like butterflies around flowers. All rewarded me with smiles and bows.

The Archbishop of Canterbury was there. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, Princess Margaret. You have come to grace us with your presence for the holiday season. Let us pray the palace doesn't take fire this year."

My eyes misted as I recalled my precious Sheen, now being rebuilt as my father had promised into a grand palace he had decided to call Richmond, for our family's seat.

"Well, I didn't do it," I assured him, in case that had been his implication.

The archbishop, in a moment of rare tenderness, ruffled my hair as he chuckled. "Of course not, Your Highness. Now. Come with me. You'll be anxious to see your father, no doubt."

"Oh, yes!" I cried, sliding my hand in his and leaning my head on his arm. He disengaged and my arm fell to my side as we progressed through the gallery toward my father's apartments.

We entered King Henry VII's privy chamber to find him hunched over his writing table, scouring documents. He did not put them aside when my presence was announced and I stood among members of the council, who rolled their eyes at each other as if to say, Here she is again.

Yes, here I am again and you'll never forget me! I longed to cry. I was not some common street urchin; I was Princess Margaret Tudor and a finer lass they'd never lay eyes upon!

But I said nothing. I sighed and fiddled with the pearls sewn into the neckline of my blue velvet gown. I plaited and unplaited my coppery tresses over my shoulder to busy my fidgety hands until at last the King of England raised his taciturn face toward me. With one slim hand, he gestured for me to come forth.

I made a face at the councilors present, hoping to convey my dislike for them in one charming grimace, and proceeded toward the grand table. I curtsied low.

"Margaret," he muttered in his gruff voice, looking me up and down. "So this is what we have to work with."

I scowled before I could help myself. "Your Grace?"

"Altogether too thin," he mumbled, looking down at his papers.

"You had better be able to bear children else you'll be no use at all."

"Your Grace!" I cried. This was not the happy reunion I had envisaged. But then most of my fantasies fell scathingly short of reality. I heaved a deep sigh. "There is no reason to believe I shouldn't be able to bear a wealth of sons, my lord. I am of good Tudor and Plantagenet stock—I will do you proud."

He raised his head at this, offering a rueful smile. "I think I rather like you," he said, as though he were experiencing an epiphany and the idea of actually liking his children was quite novel indeed.

"You'll not let anyone get the best of you, will you?" he mused, rising and rounding the table to lay a hand on my shoulder. "You are of particular interest to me this year, Daughter," he said, his narrow face creasing into a smile. I must say he looked horrible. His auburn hair grazed his shoulders in a straight and sensible mass that did his long features no good at all. I wished he'd cut it. He looked like an old fox wrapped in his furs, an old fox waiting to leap out and, with the slyness associated with the creature, wreak subtle havoc on those who dared oppose him.

And yet without those foxy and wily ways Henry VII would not be Henry VII at all but the obscure Duke of Richmond nobody cared about. Had my father not conspired against (with the help of another fox, my cunning grandmother Margaret Beaufort) and eventually slain the usurper King Richard III at the Battle of Bosworth, the crown of England would not be in Tudor hands and the Wars of the Roses would still be fought in vain. But my father the king, for all his bad hair and fashion sense, swept in and won the day, not only claiming the crown but also uniting the houses of York and Lancaster at last by marrying my fair mother, Elizabeth, ending the wars for good. My father filled the treasury, modernized the government through the appointments of councilors (also men with bad hair and worse fashion sense), ousting all pretenders to the throne with the mightiness of his hand. He was a formidable man, this Henry Tudor, cold and calculating, miserly and cautious. This man, this king, was my father and never was the thought far from my mind that his were the hands that would shape my destiny.

"Everyone out—We should have audience with Our daughter alone!" Father barked, rousing me from my reverie as I watched a room of scrambling servants and councilors all too eager to do his bidding.

Father rounded the desk once more to look out the window, past the gardens, past the Tower, far past the known horizon. He was squinting. I found myself doing the same, though I had no idea what we were looking for.

"You do realize that as a daughter of this house yours is not an ordinary future We have planned," he said. "Margaret, the peace of kingdoms depends on you."

"Oh, if this is about me sinning again I can tell you I have been good for at least a week!" I cried.

He silenced me with a hand. "Margaret, I've news on your suit."

I began to tremble. My suit. I braced myself. What prince had my father chosen for me? To what distant land would I be sent?

"We need an end to these frays with Scotland and one of the ways of achieving that is by forming an alliance," he explained.

I shook my head, though against my will comprehension was settling upon me, clutching my heart in its merciless talons until I became short of breath.

"Don't swoon on me now, child," Father commanded. "You've never been a fainting girl and now is no time to start." He rested his hands on my shoulders. "Margaret. You are going to be what unites our kingdoms. You are going to bring about a better understanding between us. You are meant for greatness, perhaps a greatness that surpasses even your own brother the Crown Prince Arthur, because yours is a task that is far from easy." With this he shook me somewhat, not in cruelty, but to illustrate his passion. Fear coursed through me. "Margaret, my child, this is your purpose: You are to become the Queen of the Scots."

Had I been a fainting girl, that would have been the time.

I did not know how to feel, what to think. Queen ... But I knew I would be a queen; Princesses of the Blood are primed from birth for this function. From cradle to table I had been told that I would marry a prince, that I must bear him many sons, else be deemed a failure. And so with this in mind I prepared for my role as political breeder.

The night I learned I was to become Queen of Scots—Scots, as if he couldn't find a more glamorous country than where that lot of barbarians reside!—there was none with whom I could find comfort. For a while I climbed into bed with little Princess Mary, my three-year-old sister, cuddling her close. This golden princess would have a charmed life, I was certain. She was so agreeable and adorable; as yet she showed none of my sinful inclinations and everyone fawned over her.

At once I rose from the bed of the favored princess, stirred to anger as I thought of the wonderful marriage Father would arrange for her. No doubt she would live in some glorious court where there would be artists and musicians to entertain her all day long—likely she'd get to live in sunny Spain or romantic France while I wasted away in the North, freezing in some drafty castle surrounded by fur-clad courtiers who spoke as though they had something obstructing their throats ...! I dared not think on it anymore. I crossed the rush-strewn floor on bare feet, wringing my hands and blinking back tears. I, Margaret Tudor, was going to be Queen of the Scots ... those frightening, monstrous Scots....

I retrieved a wrap and sneaked out of the nursery, down the hall. I would see my brother Arthur. Gentle, sweet Arthur, so unlike fiery Henry and docile Mary, would be able to guide me.

The guards stood aside to admit me into the apartments of the Prince of Wales. He was lying across some furs before his fire, thumbing through The Canterbury Tales. When he saw me, his handsome, scholarly face lit up with a smile.

"Sister," he said in his handsome voice. "A midnight visit. What an unexpected pleasure. Won't you sit? Take some wine." He held the book up for me to see. "I know, I shouldn't be indulging myself in such fancy, but the naughty parts are too delightful to ignore!"

The tears that had settled in my throat since learning of my impending betrothal were replaced by a smile as I sat beside my brother. There was no one like Arthur the world over, I was convinced. He was the gentlest, sweetest prince in Christendom and would no doubt be a fine king. He was not athletic like Henry, nor did he possess my younger brother's fleet dancing feet. Arthur was an intellectual; content to study, to ponder, to think. His beauty was delicate and whenever I was with him I could not help but feel the need to protect him, nurture him, just as he had always protected and nurtured me.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted February 9, 2013

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    **Warning: Mild spoilers ahead!** I hoped this book would be th

    **Warning: Mild spoilers ahead!**

    I hoped this book would be the one book to end my streak of below standard fare I've been reading. I wanted it to be, so desperately. The cover is amazing, I am so in love with that dress that I wanted to read the book simply for that. The synopsis also grabbed my attention. Everyone has read books about the infamous Tudors. Henry VIII, Anne Boleyn, Princess Catherine, all of these are names that most people would recognize. Margaret is the oft overlooked Tudor that I can’t recall having too many books written about her. In retrospect, there seems to be a very good reason for that.

    Initially, I thought that I would quite like Margaret. She was spunky and fiery, with a bit of an attitude on her too. Her journey to the altar (by proxy) at the age of 13 to the King of Scotland, who was 20 years her senior, was a sweet introduction to the story and her character. I liked that she understood her role in a royal family of being a queen and producing a royal family, while trying to bring two kingdoms together. She was being proactive and determined to do her part for both England and Scotland. I also enjoyed seeing her struggles to acclimate to a new country and discovering exactly what being a queen entailed. Unfortunately, Margaret went from spunky and intelligent to selfish and narcissistic in a hurry. I found myself furious with her so many times that I stopped counting. EVERYTHING was about her! And when things stopped revolving around her for half a second she threw a fit and did something stupid, like firing a cannon at her husband. She humiliated herself often but then got angry at every perceived slight that “shamed” her, no honey you are doing a wonderful job of that yourself.

    Jamie was the complete opposite in terms of character, I really liked him a lot. He was kind, considerate, intelligent, and looked to the future in a way befitting of a king. It didn’t take me long to figure out that Jamie genuinely and honestly loved Margaret even if he was far from the perfect husband. He did everything he could to make her happy but it didn’t end up working because she still nagged at him about everything. I felt sorry for him by the end simply for having to deal with her.

    It was over 300 pages of a narcissistic rant that was all about Margaret. There was almost no mention of the intrigue of the time, nations in turmoil, her brother’s court in shambles, Scotland under siege from within, nothing of any import for the time at all. I also pray that the formatting was fixed for the final copy because the ARC was practically unreadable. In one sentence, a son was alive and well and being christened. Literally in the next sentence, with no segue, the same son is dead and they are at his funeral. I have zero idea how much time passed in between the two events. Topics were mentioned and changed at will and with no explanation, segue, or even a paragraph break to tell me what was going on. I hope this was only a problem with the ARC because if the final copy is like that, God help anyone who reads it.

    I cannot recommend this book. It nearly killed me just to finish it and I considered putting it down and giving up more than a dozen times. Unless you are a massive fan of the author then I fear your reading experience will echo mine.

    Thank you Kensington for providing me an ARC of this book via NetGalley. It was provided in exchange for an honest review.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 3, 2013

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    THE FORGOTTEN QUEEN by D.L. Bogdan is a poignant Tudor era Histo

    THE FORGOTTEN QUEEN by D.L. Bogdan is a poignant Tudor era Historical Fiction. Who was the forgotten queen, you ask?? Why Margaret Tudor,daughter of Henry VII. Margaret is sent to Edinburgh to become Queen of Scotland, is was married to James IV by proxy, when she was barely out of the schoolroom. Ms. Bogdan has written a story with vivid descriptions of the Tudor times, the betrayal,the fate of two kingdoms, and the extraordinary woman who help to shape a country. The quest for power is often done behind the throne. Margaret has seen ambition turn to betrayal, secret alliances made,but through it all, her ambition is to preserve Scotland for her own son at all and any cost. A powerful tale of intrigue, betrayal and love. Received for an honest review from the publisher.

    RATING: 4

    HEAT RATING: MILD

    REVIEWED BY: AprilR, Review courtesy of My Book Addiction and More

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 9, 2013

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    The novel, The Forgotten Queen, accurately portrays the fascinat

    The novel, The Forgotten Queen, accurately portrays the fascinating life of Margaret Tudor. The book covers almost her entire life in great detail, portraying her as likeable, but dreamy, courageous, yet prone to youthful naivety and gullibility.




    The plot is intricate and easily followed. Margaret’s love for her was strong, and although she made a definite judgement in error when picking her second husband, it only makes her plight understandable – for who among us hasn’t made similar mistakes in our youth?




    For those who love the Tudor era, and even for those who are tired of novels about Henry VIII’s wives, this novel gives us a glimpse into the political climate between Scotland and England, and details of the adversities faced by a lesser known queen.

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  • Posted February 23, 2013

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    Normally I would consider myself pretty well schooled in Henry


    Normally I would consider myself pretty well schooled in Henry VII, but until recently I didn't know he had sisters. But, women are often forgotten in history and its no surprise I didn't realize they existed. Since that time, I've read about his younger sister Mary. I was extremely pleased when I noticed this one to round out my knowledge on the Tudor family.

    Margaret didn't really impress me through much of this book. It's not really that I didn't like her. She just had so many qualities that grated on my nerves. From the start of the book it seems like shes complaining. Her younger brother Henry is sort of a bully. Everybody dotes are her younger sister Mary. The only person she feels remotely connected to is her older brother and possibly her mother. But they both die before and she feels shes been left utterly alone. It doesn't help that her father bartered her off in marriage to King James IV of Scotland. Daughters are always political pawns after all.

    Margaret's life in Scotland is not easy. They do not accept her at first. She's the English princess and not to be trusted. Her husband intrigued me greatly. It's common knowledge that kings took mistresses, but I'm pretty sure this was a whole new level. But then to punish himself afterwards as a repentance for his sins? I wonder how many times Margaret wondered what kind of man her father gave her to. Plus, he just seemed extremely foolish. There are those who are perfectl for ruling and those who wear the crown because it just happened to fall to them. I think James fell in later category.

    From the point of James' death, I think Margaret was so desperate for somebody to love her and only her. She latched on to the first person who would show her any type of affection. But, he only had his sights set on what Margaret could do for him. Because of her crazy obsession with love it caused her to see things unclearly. She ended up losing her children. She fled Scotland and tried to enlist her brother for help.

    Eventually Margaret realized that love was not going to save her. She needed to be a mother to both her son, The King, and to the rest of Scotland. It was land that had been ravaged by constant struggle for those in power. She grew on me at the point. She knew what her priorities should be.

    An interesting book that showed how me how Scotland fit into the picture with England. I felt it did an excellent job of setting up the ongoing tensions between Scotland and England at the time.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 7, 2013

    Represents a part of History

    This book covered The life of the Tudor Queen Margaret who became queen of Scotland. Her marriage to King James was a very loving relationship Not so much of the others. The book was enjoyable until the latter part where Margaret became spoiled, demanding, narcissistic,and selfish. You just want to shake her back to reality. She didn't do much for Scotland because she was to wrapped up in herself.

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  • Posted April 7, 2013

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    D.L. Bogdan takes on the task of the life of Margaret Tudor, Hen

    D.L. Bogdan takes on the task of the life of Margaret Tudor, Henry VIII’s sister, who was married off to James IV of Scotland. It was interesting to see Henry VIII through the eyes of his sister who was obviously devoted to their older brother Arthur. Margaret is sent away to marry James IV of Scotland with the heavy duty of representing England in the land of heathens. Though her marriage was definitely not all roses, her and her flawed James come to love and respect each other. Margaret starts out very naïve but then her father was Henry VII and he drilled it into her that she will be the one to bring peace to Scotland. When this ends tragically, Margaret is left to flounder at the mercy of Scotland who have no love for an English woman sitting on their throne. This begins the first of many failed relationships that constantly put her and her only living son in peril.

    Margaret had the Tudor stubbornness that makes her triumph in the face of defeat. Her Achilles heel was her innate ability to fall deeply in love quickly causing her to make many mistakes in relationships. For everything that she went through, Margaret kept her head up and earned her title as Queen of Scotland in every way.

    Bogdan covers Margaret’s entire life from childhood to her son’s marriage. That is a lot of information but Bogdan condenses it down to make for an easy read for any novice. Sometimes it seemed a bit too easy and I would have liked more. The Forgotten Queen is aptly titled but after reading this, Margaret will now have a voice with legions of Tudor fans and she will no longer be forgotten.

    (ARC was provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2013

    I enjoyed this book thourghly. My only disappointment is that i

    I enjoyed this book thourghly. My only disappointment is that it is the first book I read by D.L.Bogdan and the writing was not as intricate and detailed as some of the other authors I read. That said I enjoyed the story of Margaret Tudor immensely. I have read books about Henry the VIII and his six wives, and I enjoyed learning about a different side to the Tudor era. Not only did I learn about Margaret and her life and Scotland, but I saw a different side to Henry and Catherine if Aragon, who wasn't kind to Margaret until she had problems with Henry and by that time it didn't matter.

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    Posted May 24, 2013

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