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The White Princess (Cousins' War Series #5)

The White Princess (Cousins' War Series #5)

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by Philippa Gregory

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From “queen of royal fiction” (USA TODAY) Philippa Gregory comes this instant New York Times bestseller that tells the story of the remarkable Elizabeth of York, daughter of the White Queen, and mother to the House of Tudor.

When Henry Tudor picks up the crown of England from the mud of Bosworth field, he knows he must marry the princess


From “queen of royal fiction” (USA TODAY) Philippa Gregory comes this instant New York Times bestseller that tells the story of the remarkable Elizabeth of York, daughter of the White Queen, and mother to the House of Tudor.

When Henry Tudor picks up the crown of England from the mud of Bosworth field, he knows he must marry the princess of the enemy house—Elizabeth of York—to unify a country divided by war for nearly two decades.

But his bride is still in love with his slain enemy, Richard III—and her mother and half of England dream of a missing heir, sent into the unknown by the White Queen. While the new monarchy can win power, it cannot win hearts in an England that plots for the triumphant return of the House of York.

Henry’s greatest fear is that somewhere a prince is waiting to invade and reclaim the throne. When a young man who would be king leads his army and invades England, Elizabeth has to choose between the new husband she is coming to love and the boy who claims to be her beloved lost brother: the rose of York come home at last.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In Gregory’s fifth entry in the Cousins’ War series, marriage unites the upstart House of Tudor with its long-time enemies, the declining House of York, to rule over volatile 1485 England. As Gregory envisions her, narrator Elizabeth of York—sister to the princes imprisoned in the Tower, mother of Henry VIII, grandmother of Elizabeth I—still loves the vanquished Richard III when she dutifully marries his triumphant challenger, Henry VII. The royal pair produces an heir and two spares but mistrust continues to abound, particularly between the two mothers-in-law, who are seemingly determined to fight the Wars of the Roses down to the last petal. Elizabeth must navigate the treacherous waters of marriage, maternity, and mutiny in an age better at betrayal than childbirth. Gregory believably depicts this mostly forgotten queen, her moody husband, and the future Henry VIII, shown here as a charmingly temperamental child. Something about the Tudors brings out the best in Gregory’s portraiture. At this novel’s core lies a political marriage seen in all its complexity, including tender moments, tense negotiations, angry confrontations, and parental worries over predictions that the family line will end with a Virgin Queen. Agent: Esther Newberg, ICM. (July)
People Magazine
"Loyalties are torn, paranoia festers and you can almost hear the bray of royal trumpets as the period springs to life. It’s a bloody irresistible read."
The Washington Post
"The White Princess features one of the more intriguing theories about the possible fate of the princes."
Romantic Times
"This is the most fascinating and complex of the series—not only in history, but in the psychological makeup of the characters, the politics of the era and the blending of actual and reimagined history. Gregory makes everything come to life. . . . This is why Gregory is a queen of the genre."
“Gregory returns with another sister act. The result: her best novel in years.”

“Gregory delivers another vivid and satisfying novel of court intrigue, revenge, and superstition. Gregory’s many fans as well as readers who enjoy lush, evocative writing, vividly drawn characters, and fascinating history told from a woman’s point of view will love her latest work.”

“Gregory is one of historical fiction’s superstars, and The Kingmaker’s Daughter shows why . . . providing intelligent escape, a trip through time to a dangerous past.”

“Wielding magic again in her latest War of the Roses novel … Gregory demonstrates the passion and skill that has made her the queen of English historical fiction.…Gregory portrays spirited women at odds with powerful men, endowing distant historical events with drama, and figures long dead or invented with real-life flaws and grand emotions. She makes history … come alive for readers.”

“Gregory ... always delivers the goods.”

"Gorgeous fun."

USA Today
“Gregory returns with another sister act. The result: her best novel in years.”
New York Daily News
"Gorgeous fun."
"Replete with intrigue and heartrending drama."
New York Post
“Gregory ... always delivers the goods.”
Historical Novels Review
“Gregory is one of historical fiction’s superstars, and The Kingmaker’s Daughter shows why . . . providing intelligent escape, a trip through time to a dangerous past.”
Historical Novels Review (Editor's Choice Review)
“Gregory is one of historical fiction’s superstars, and The Kingmaker’s Daughter shows why . . . providing intelligent escape, a trip through time to a dangerous past.”
Library Journal
Gregory's latest installment in her "Cousins War" series focuses on Elizabeth of York, whose marriage to Henry Tudor would in effect bring about the end of the War of the Roses. Elizabeth comes to her marriage in mourning for Richard III whom she loved deeply. The newly crowned Henry VII is a less than ideal husband—and a less than ideal king. He is in constant fear for his crown as one upstart pretender, then another, arises seemingly out of nowhere. Elizabeth, despite her feelings, tries to be a dutiful wife and comes to bear some affection for Henry, but the constant presence of his mother, Margaret Beaufort, who dominates the king and his court, causes friction between Henry and his queen. VERDICT Like the other titles in the series (The Red Queen; The White Queen; The Lady of the Rivers; The Kingmaker's Daughter), this rich tapestry brings to vivid life the court of Henry and Elizabeth. Meticulously drawn characters with a seamless blending of historical fact and fiction combine in a page-turning epic of a story. Tudor-fiction fans can never get enough, and they will snap this one up. [See Prepub Alert, 2/11/13.]—Pam O'Sullivan, Coll. at Brockport Lib., SUNY
Kirkus Reviews
In the aftermath of the Wars of the Roses, the new queen of Henry VII, founder of the Tudor dynasty, struggles with divided loyalties. After he returns from exile to defeat Richard III in the Battle of Bosworth, Lancastrian conqueror Henry Tudor marries Yorkist princess Elizabeth, daughter of Richard's predecessor, King Edward IV. The marriage, intended to finally reconcile the warring Yorks and Lancasters, does the opposite. Edward's dowager queen Elizabeth Woodville (The White Queen, 2009) and her sworn enemy Margaret Beaufort, Henry's mother (The Red Queen, 2010) engineer the marriage, each to promote her own agenda. Princess Elizabeth, who had been the lover of Richard III, is horrified to have her distrust of Henry and his mother confirmed by a pre-wedding rape: Henry and Margaret want to make sure she proves fertile before vows are taken. After her marriage, and the "premature" birth of son Arthur, Elizabeth forms an uneasy truce with Henry that will lead, eventually and after the birth of more children (including future king Henry VIII), to an interlude of genuine affection. However, her mother and she remain York sympathizers at heart, particularly after their young cousin Edward Warwick is placed under house arrest in the Tower. This is an ominous reminder of the imprisonment of King Edward and Queen Elizabeth's two sons, Edward and Richard, in the Tower, from which they later disappeared. Rumors abound: Prince Richard may still be alive and may be coming to England to assert his entitlement to kingship, far superior to Henry's. Both Elizabeths know more about such claims than they dare let on: Years before, they had substituted a pageboy for Richard when the two princes went into captivity. A ruthless monarch who rules by intimidation, Henry can never escape the nagging fear that a Yorkist heir will unseat him, especially since the Yorks are so much more likable and better looking than the Tudors. As usual, Gregory delivers a spellbinding (and definitely York-biased) exposé.

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White Princess

  • I wish I could stop dreaming. I wish to God I could stop dreaming.

    I am so tired; all I want to do is sleep. I want to sleep all the day, from dawn until twilight that every evening comes a little earlier and a little more drearily. In the daytime, all I think about is sleeping. But in the night all I do is try to stay awake.

    I go to his quiet shuttered rooms to look at the candle as it gutters in the golden candlestick, burning slowly through the marked hours, though he will never see light again. The servants take a taper to a fresh candle every day at noon; each hour burns slowly away, although time means nothing to him now. Time is quite lost to him in his eternal darkness, in his eternal timelessness, though it leans so heavily on me. All day long I wait for the slow rolling in of the gray evening and the mournful tolling of the Compline bell, when I can go to the chapel and pray for his soul, though he will never again hear my whispers, nor the quiet chanting of the priests.

    Then I can go to bed. But when I get to bed I dare not sleep because I cannot bear the dreams that come. I dream of him. Over and over again I dream of him.

    All day I keep my face smiling like a mask, smiling, smiling, my teeth bared, my eyes bright, my skin like strained parchment, paper-thin. I keep my voice clear and mellow, I speak words that have no meaning, and sometimes, when required, I even sing. At night I fall into my bed as if I were drowning in deep water, as if I were sinking below the depths, as if the water were possessing me, taking me like a mermaid, and for a moment I feel a deep relief as if, submerged in water, my grief can drain away, as if it were the river Lethe and the currents can bring forgetfulness and wash me into the cave of sleep; but then the dreams come.

    I don’t dream of his death—it would be the worst of nightmares to see him go down fighting. But I never dream of the battle, I don’t see his final charge into the very heart of Henry Tudor’s guard. I don’t see him hacking his way through. I don’t see Thomas Stanley’s army sweep down and bury him under their hooves, as he is thrown from his horse, his sword arm failing, going down under a merciless cavalry charge, shouting: “Treason! Treason! Treason!” I don’t see William Stanley raise his crown and put it on another man’s head.

    I don’t dream any of this, and I thank God for that mercy at least. These are my constant daytime thoughts that I cannot escape. These are bloody daytime reveries that fill my mind while I walk and talk lightly of the unseasonal heat, of the dryness of the ground, of the poor harvest this year. But my dreams at night are more painful, far more painful than this, for then I dream that I am in his arms and he is waking me with a kiss. I dream that we are walking in a garden, planning our future. I dream that I am pregnant with his child, my rounded belly under his warm hand, and he is smiling, delighted, and I am promising him that we will have a son, the son that he needs, a son for York, a son for England, a son for the two of us. “We’ll call him Arthur,” he says. “We’ll call him Arthur, like Arthur of Camelot, we’ll call him Arthur for England.”

    The pain, when I wake to find that I have been dreaming again, seems to get worse every day. I wish to God I could stop dreaming.

    My dearest daughter Elizabeth,

    My heart and prayers are with you, dear child; but now, of all the times in your life, you must act the part of the queen that you were born to be.

    The new king, Henry Tudor, commands you to come to me at the Palace of Westminster in London and you are to bring your sisters and cousins. Note this: he has not denied his betrothal to you. I expect it to go ahead.

    I know this is not what you hoped for, my dear; but Richard is dead, and that part of your life is over. Henry is the victor and our task now is to make you his wife and Queen of England.

    You will obey me in one other thing also: you will smile and look joyful as a bride coming to her betrothed. A princess does not share her grief with all the world. You were born a princess and you are the heir to a long line of courageous women. Lift up your chin and smile, my dear. I am waiting for you, and I will be smiling too.

    Your loving mother

    Elizabeth R

    Dowager Queen of England

    I read this letter with some care, for my mother has never been a straightforward woman and any word from her is always freighted with levels of meaning. I can imagine her thrilling at another chance at the throne of England. She is an indomitable woman; I have seen her brought very low, but never, even when she was widowed, even when nearly mad with grief, have I seen her humbled.

    I understand at once her orders to look happy, to forget that the man I love is dead and tumbled into an unmarked grave, to forge the future of my family by hammering myself into marriage with his enemy. Henry Tudor has come to England, having spent his whole life in waiting, and he has won his battle, defeated the rightful king, my lover Richard, and now I am, like England itself, part of the spoils of war. If Richard had won at Bosworth—and who would ever have dreamed that he would not?—I would have been his queen and his loving wife. But he went down under the swords of traitors, the very men who mustered and swore to fight for him; and instead I am to marry Henry and the glorious sixteen months when I was Richard’s lover, all but queen of his court, and he was the heart of my heart, will be forgotten. Indeed, I had better hope that they are forgotten. I have to forget them myself.

    I read my mother’s letter, standing under the archway of the gatehouse of the great castle of Sheriff Hutton, and I turn and walk into the hall, where a fire is burning in the central stone hearth, the air warm and hazy with woodsmoke. I crumple the single page into a ball and thrust it into the heart of the glowing logs, and watch it burn. Any mention of my love for Richard and his promises to me must be destroyed like this. And I must hide other secrets too, one especially. I was raised as a talkative princess in an open court rich with intellectual inquiry, where anything could be thought, said, and written; but in the years since my father’s death, I have learned the secretive skills of a spy.

    My eyes are filling with tears from the smoke of the fire, but I know that there is no point in weeping. I rub my face and go to find the children in the big chamber at the top of the west tower that serves as their schoolroom and playroom. My sixteen-year-old sister Cecily has been singing with them this morning, and I can hear their voices and the rhythmic thud of the tabor as I climb the stone stairs. When I push open the door, they break off and demand that I listen to a round they have composed. My ten-year-old sister Anne has been taught by the best masters since she was a baby, our twelve-year-old cousin Margaret can hold a tune, and her ten-year-old brother Edward has a clear soprano as sweet as a flute. I listen and then clap my hands in applause. “And now, I have news for you.”

    Edward Warwick, Margaret’s little brother, lifts his heavy head from his slate. “Not for me?” he asks forlornly. “Not news for Teddy?”

    “Yes, for you too, and for your sister Maggie, and Cecily and Anne. News for all of you. As you know, Henry Tudor has won the battle and is to be the new King of England.”

    These are royal children; their faces are glum, but they are too well trained to say one word of regret for their fallen uncle Richard. Instead, they wait for what will come next.

    “The new King Henry is going to be a good king to his loyal people,” I say, despising myself as I parrot the words that Sir Robert Willoughby said to me as he gave me my mother’s letter. “And he has summoned all of us children of the House of York to London.”

    “But he’ll be king,” Cecily says flatly. “He’s going to be king.”

    “Of course he’ll be king! Who else?” I stumble over the question I have inadvertently posed. “Him, of course. Anyway, he has won the crown. And he will give us back our good name and recognize us as princesses of York.”

    Cecily makes a sulky face. In the last weeks before Richard the king rode out to battle, he ordered her to be married to Ralph Scrope, a next-to-nobody, to make sure that Henry Tudor could not claim her as a second choice of bride, after me. Cecily, like me, is a princess of York, and so marriage to either of us gives a man a claim to the throne. The shine was taken off me when gossip said that I was Richard’s lover, and then Richard demeaned Cecily too by condemning her to a lowly marriage. She claims now that it was never consummated, now she says that she does not regard it, that Mother will have it annulled; but presumably she is Lady Scrope, the wife of a defeated Yorkist, and when we are restored to our royal titles and become princesses again, she will have to retain his name and her humiliation, even if no one knows where Ralph Scrope is today.

    “You know, I should be king,” ten-year-old Edward says, tugging at my sleeve. “I’m next, aren’t I?”

    I turn to him. “No, Teddy,” I say gently. “You cannot be king. It’s true that you are a boy of the House of York and Uncle Richard once named you as his heir; but he is dead now, and the new king will be Henry Tudor.” I hear my voice quaver as I say “he is dead,” and I take a breath and try again. “Richard is dead, Edward, you know that, don’t you? You understand that King Richard is dead? And you will never be his heir now.”

    He looks at me so blankly that I think he has not understood anything at all, and then his big hazel eyes fill with tears, and he turns and goes back to copying his Greek alphabet on his slate. I stare at his brown head for a moment and think that his dumb animal grief is just like mine. Except that I am ordered to talk all the time, and to smile all the day.

    “He can’t understand,” Cecily says to me, keeping her voice low so his sister Maggie cannot hear. “We’ve all told him, over and over again. He’s too stupid to believe it.”

    I glance at Maggie, quietly seating herself beside her brother to help him to form his letters, and I think that I must be as stupid as Edward, for I cannot believe it either. One moment Richard was marching at the head of an invincible army of the great families of England; the next they brought us the news that he had been beaten, and that three of his trusted friends had sat on their horses and watched him lead a desperate charge to his death, as if it were a sunny day at the joust, as if they were spectators and he a daring rider, and the whole thing a game that could go either way and was worth long odds.

    I shake my head. If I think of him, riding alone against his enemies, riding with my glove tucked inside his breastplate against his heart, then I will start to cry; and my mother has commanded me to smile.

    “So we are going to London!” I say, as if I am delighted at the prospect. “To court! And we will live with our Lady Mother at Westminster Palace again, and be with our little sisters Catherine and Bridget again.”

    The two orphans of the Duke of Clarence look up at this. “But where will Teddy and me live?” Maggie asks.

    “Perhaps you will live with us too,” I say cheerfully. “I expect so.”

    “Hurrah!” Anne cheers, and Maggie tells Edward quietly that we will go to London, and that he can ride his pony all the way there from Yorkshire like a little knight at arms, as Cecily takes me by the elbow and draws me to one side, her fingers nipping my arm. “And what about you?” she asks. “Is the king going to marry you? Is he going to overlook what you did with Richard? Is it all to be forgotten?”

    “I don’t know,” I say, pulling away. “And as far as we are concerned, nobody did anything with King Richard. You, of all people, my sister, would have seen nothing and will speak of nothing. As for Henry, I suppose whether he is going to marry me or not is the one thing that we all want to know. But only he knows the answer. Or perhaps two people: him—and that old crone, his mother, who thinks she can decide everything.”

  • Meet the Author

    Philippa Gregory is the author of many bestselling novels, including The Other Boleyn Girl, and is a recognized authority on women’s history. Her work has been adapted for the screen in The Other Boleyn Girl movie and the critically acclaimed STARZ miniseries The White Queen and The White Princess. Her most recent novel is The Last Tudor. She graduated from the University of Sussex and received a PhD from the University of Edinburgh, where she is a Regent. She holds two honorary degrees from Teesside University and the University of Sussex. She is a fellow of the Universities of Sussex and Cardiff and was awarded the 2016 Harrogate Festival Award for Contribution to Historical Fiction. She welcomes visitors to her website, PhilippaGregory.com.

    Brief Biography

    Yorkshire, England
    Date of Birth:
    January 9, 1954
    Place of Birth:
    Nairobi, Kenya, East Africa
    B.A. in history, Sussex University, 1982; Ph.D., 18th-century popular fiction, Edinburgh, 1984

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    The White Princess 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 94 reviews.
    VeronicaK89 More than 1 year ago
    The White Princess by Philippa Gregory takes a rare look at Elizabeth of York. History says that Elizabeth fell for her uncle Richard III and only married Henry Tudor because he defeated Richard. As Gregory looks at Elizabeth of York, she reminds readers that Elizabeth was a real woman with feelings of love for a man other than the one she married. History also tells us that Henry VII was not the picture of compassion. Gregory doesn’t shy away from this assertion and instead uses it to show some hardships Elizabeth may have had to endure. Readers are offered a different look at how the relationship between Elizabeth and Henry began: with neither of them liking the other. In later years, Elizabeth and Henry grew to love or greatly care for each other, influencing how Henry VIII wanted his marriages to end up. However, Elizabeth must also come to terms with the fact that her long lost brother might be alive. If it is Richard, how can she choose between her brother and her husband? I’ve always enjoyed Gregory’s books, even those that stray from historical accuracy. She has a writing style that brings to life long gone characters and make readers care about them. I tore through this book in a matter of days and it’s no wonder why. I found myself empathizing with Elizabeth’s plight and grief over losing Richard.
    RandyLRB More than 1 year ago
    I have to begin this review honestly by saying that I am a huge fan of the history of the English monarchy, and I have been obsessed with the War of the Roses era for about a year. Edward IV, Elizabeth Woodville, Anne Neville, and most especially Richard III. I consider Philippa Gregory to be among the very best authors of this genre. This volume in the Lancaster/York/Tudor saga is about the marriage of Elizabeth of York, daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville, and her marriage to Henry VII (Henry Tudor, who won the throne by killing Richard III in battle). I really loved this chapter in this era of the monarchy. My only issue with it (and the reason for subtracting a star)is that the author portrays Elizabeth York as the lover of her uncle, Richard III. Though some histories suggest this to be the case, I think it uncharacteristic of Richard. I am also a proponent of the growing belief that Henry VII was responsible for the murders of the princes in the Tower rather than Richard. Despite my quibbles, this novelization of this period in history is marvelous.
    LauraCB More than 1 year ago
    Very hard to put down- Kept my interest the whole way through! The White Princess herself seemed to be a bit of an annoying character for me, but her Mother (The White Queen- Elizabeth Woodville) is a favorite of mine! Always sad when I finish because I have to wait for another book!
    SallyPinkReviews More than 1 year ago
    Gregory pulls back the pages of history to give us a raw, gritty look of the start of the Tudor reign with "The White Princess." Elizabeth of York has loved and lost and is now resigned to her fate, Queen of England. Henry VII has won a crown but lost in love. Can he build a dynasty to rule England without love?  The novel opens with Elizabeth mourning her uncle's death. Henry Tudor has taken the throne as Henry VII, yet he is weary of anyone and anything once belonging to York. Having lived a hard life, he's suspicious of all, and this is his challenge: can he overcome his faults and inspire love in the people around him? It just might prove an impossible task with his mother at his side.  The story belongs to Elizabeth, however, and not Henry. Here we see a young woman confident in herself, having been raised a princess. She assumes the mantle of queen with poise and grace, yet many plot to restore the beloved House of York to the throne. How Elizabeth manages the challenges in her life defines the type of woman she will be remembered for. Gregory's done her research and it shows, painting a vivid fictional backdrop against established historical events. It's said "history is written by the victors," and Gregory proposes that's what the first Tudors, Henry and Margaret, have done. Her writing is easy and not overburdened by trying to capture 1500's speech patterns. While Gregory does suggest that Elizabeth of York was in love with her uncle, and that Henry VII took her against her will, these are suggestions and not established fact.  The story slows in some places, and Henry's cries about the Yorks plotting against him, get old, but there's always a twist to keep it moving. "The White Princess" is full of suspense and heartbreak that will keep you turning the pages. 
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I gave this book three stars because I feel it was well written and found her additive opinions of the characters during that time intriguing and almost believable. However, already having some background knowlege of this time and having formed my own opinions, I do not agree with hers so that took away from the book for me. I found myself rolling my eyes at Henry's behavior and how it was so obvious the biased opion the author has towards the Tudor family. Spoiler Alert!!!! I do not believe King Henry treated Queen Elizabeth in the way the author portrays. Could he have been paranoid? Probably but to take it out on his wife. I think not. It is said Elizabeth was beautiful and Henry was taken by her beauty. I believe Dowager Queen Elizabeth retired from court after all she had been through. I think the Princes died in the tower and court life had made her life a living hell and she wanted to be away from it. She had closure knowing that at least her daughter would bear more heirs to the throne. I do not believe that she had anything to do with the rebellions or number of pretenders claiming to be the princes in the tower. I also do not believe King Henry had an affair with Lady Catherine. If this was the case, why didn't he marry her since she survived Queen Elizabeth. If he was so in love with her, why didn't he marry her? These were my opinions before I read the book making it difficult to accept the author's opinions and therefore accepting the book. I expected a love story because it is suspected that King Henry and Queen Elizabeth had a happy marriage. What I got was rape, hatred, parnoia, and ifidelity with a little like love in between. I absolutely hated the portrayal of their relationship. With that being said, if you were expecting a historical fiction with a love story worth reading over and over as I was, you will be very disappointed.
    MaeganEm More than 1 year ago
    I would Highly Recommend reading this book and all of Gregory's books in the Cousins' War Series! They are the kind of books that you cannot put down and leave you up until 4am reading "just two more pages."
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I am a big fan of all Philippa Gregory's work. When I saw The White Princess, I was so excited. This book does not live up to all the others that Philippa has knocked out of the park. This novel just skims the surface of what should otherwise be an amazing read.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Book five in the cousins war. Gregory as a clear command of historical fiction and this book is as full of court intrigue as the first four. A must read for those that love this genre.
    Kathlingram More than 1 year ago
    Philippa Gregory's version of the day to day life of Elizabeth of York was stark and dramatic to say the very least. Henry VII is more obsessed than I could have imagined with the various Pretenders to the throne.Since he is essentially a Pretender himself, this is a bit puzzling. That he was not a good husband to the Princess Elizabeth was not something I had expected, although I don't know why. Gregory's belief is that a love had grown between Henry and his wife which his strange behavior eventually extinguished. I found that especially poignant and sad and I grieved for Elizabeth
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I love this time in history and I really enjoyed this book.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    For gregory fans i liked this one better than some of the more recent books More like a historical mystery and fun to read
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    What sad lives these powerful people lead. Philippa Gregory gives us a portrait of a king who seizes a crown, then lives the rest of his life in fear and insecurity; anda Queen who has to watch every word, and whose only joy is her children.
    Penny41 More than 1 year ago
    I have read all of Philippa Gregory's books about this time period, and was very excited about the opportunity to see another perspective of the Cousin's War. Unfortunately, I found the text repetitious and slow. I liked the book, but not as much as her other endeavors on this subject.
    schnutzy More than 1 year ago
    I just finished this book, and like the White and Red Queens it puts you in a front row seat, Very Believeable on a great deal, and what isn't so believeable you will overlook. A great Read!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Love her books...this one is exceptional
    a2744 More than 1 year ago
    I greatly enjoy the English monarchy historical fiction genre and Gregory normally nails intrigue, passion, and treachery to a T.  However, I felt the book was rushed and I missed out on the connection I normally feel while reading her novels.  It was good, but I think it was underdeveloped from a plot point of view.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Great story Brings back pieces from the previous books in the series but also stands alone Loved the romance between the boy and Kathryn, and the many layers to relationship between Elizabeth and Henry Keeping the mystery of the dowager queen Elizabeth going was key
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I love her books. You feel as if you are there in the story
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    Anonymous 5 months ago
    I saw a trailer for the show and thought it would be good to read the book before hand. Now I have mo desirr to watch thr show amd wish I could get the hours I spent reading this book back. I umderstand historical fictiom but this, for a person who studied the time period, was ridiculous. I found myself rolling my eyes from the first page with a relationship between Uncle and niece. Then there was witchcraft and rape and the weakest woman I had ever seen. Everything about this book was ridiculous and the ending, after all the incesant rambling and repetition, left off like the author just gave up. Not worth reading.
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