The Tudor Throne

The Tudor Throne

by Brandy Purdy

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ISBN-13: 9780758272348
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 07/01/2011
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 385
Sales rank: 169,960
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About the Author

Brandy Purdy is the author of several historical novels. When she's not writing, she's either reading, watching classic movies, or spending time with her cat, Tabby. She first became interested in history at the age of nine or ten when she read a book of ghost stories that contained a chapter about the ghost of Anne Boleyn haunting the Tower of London. Visit her website at for more information about her books. You can also follow her via her blog at where she posts updates about her work and reviews of what she has been reading.

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All I have ever wanted was to be loved, to find on this earth a love as true and everlasting as God's.

As Father lay dying, I remembered a time when he had well and truly loved me; a time when he had called me the most valuable jewel in his kingdom, his most precious pearl, dearer than any diamond. Those were the days when he would burst through the door, like the bright golden sun imperiously brushing aside an ugly black rain cloud, and sweep me up into his arms and ask, "How fares my best sweetheart?" and kiss me and call me "the pearl of my world!" Easter of the year I turned five, upon a whim of his, to illustrate this, he had me dressed in a white gown, cap, and dainty little shoes so densely encrusted with pearls I seemed to be wearing nothing else, they were sewn so thick and close. And when I walked into the royal chapel between him and my mother, holding their hands, turning my head eagerly from left to right to smile up at them, I walked in love.

On my next birthday, my sixth, I awoke to find a garden of fragrant rosemary bushes, one for each year of my life, growing out of gilded pots, their branches spangled with golden tinsel and glowing mysteriously from within with circles of rosy pink, sunny yellow, sapphire blue, emerald green, and ruby red light, emanating, I discovered, from little lanterns with globes of colored glass concealed inside. My father had created a veritable fairyland for me, peopled with beautiful fairies and evil imps, grotesque goblins and mischievous elves, leering trolls, playful pixies, crook-backed gnomes, and gossamer-winged sprites, and the Fairy Queen herself, flame-haired and majestic in emerald green, all made of sugar and marzipan in a triumph of confectioner's art. I stood before them timid and unsure, hardly daring to move or breathe, in case they truly were real and might work some terrible magic upon me if I dared interfere with them, until Father laughed and bit the head off a hobgoblin to show me I had nothing to fear. And there were four gaily costumed dwarves, two little women and two little men, every seam, and even their tiny shoes and caps, sewn with rows of tiny tinkling gold bells, to cavort and dance and play with me. We joined hands and danced rings around the rosemary bushes until we grew dizzy and fell down laughing. And when I sat down to break my fast, Father took it upon himself to play the servant and wait upon me. When he tipped the flagon over my cup, golden coins poured out instead of breakfast ale and overflowed into my lap and spilled onto the floor where the dwarves gathered them up for me.

In those days we were very much a family and, to my child's eyes, a happy family. Before I was of an age to sit at table and attend banquets and entertainments with them, Mother and Father used to come into my bedchamber every night to hear my prayers on their way to the Great Hall. How I loved seeing them in all their jewels and glittering finery standing side by side, smiling down at me, Father with his arm draped lovingly about Mother's shoulders, both of them with love and pride shining in their eyes as they watched me kneel upon my velvet cushioned prie-dieu in my white nightgown and silk-beribboned cap, eyes closed, brow intently furrowed, hands devoutly clasped as I recite my nightly prayers. And when I was old enough to don my very own sparkling finery and go with them to the Great Hall, I cherished each and every shared smile, sentimental heart-touched tear, and merry peal of laughter as, together, we delighted in troupes of dancing dogs and acrobats, musicians, minstrels, morris dancers, storytellers, and ballad singers.

And we served God together. Faithful and devout, we attended Mass together every day in the royal chapel. My mother spent untold hours kneeling in her private chapel before a statue of the Blessed Virgin surrounded by candles, a hair shirt chafing her lily-white skin red and raw beneath her somberly ornate gowns, and hunger gnawing at her belly as she persevered in fasting, begging Christ's mother to intercede on her behalf so that her womb might quicken with the son my father desired above all else.

When the heretic Martin Luther published his vile and evil blasphemies, Father put pen to paper and wrote a book to refute them and defend the holy sacraments. When it was finished he had a copy bound in gold and sent a messenger to present it to the Pope, who, much impressed, declared it "a golden book both inside and out," and dubbed Father "Defender of the Faith." To celebrate this accolade, Father ordered all the pamphlets and books, the writings of Martin Luther that had been confiscated throughout the kingdom, assembled in the courtyard in a great heap. In a gown of black velvet and cloth-of-gold, with a black velvet cap trimmed with gold beads crowning my famous, fair marigold hair, I stood with Mother, also clad in black and gold, upon a balcony overlooking the courtyard, holding tight to her hand, and clasping a rosary of gold beads to my chest as I, always shortsighted, squinted down at the scene below. I felt such a rush of pride as Father, clad like Mother and I in black and gold, strode forth with a torch in his hand and set Luther's lies ablaze. I watched proudly as the curling white plumes of smoke rose up, billowing, wafting, twirling, and swirling, as they danced away on the breeze.

I also remember a very special day when I was dressed for a very special occasion in pomegranate-colored velvet and cloth-of-gold encrusted with sparkling white diamonds, lustrous pearls from the Orient, regal purple amethysts, and wine-dark glistening garnets, with a matching black velvet hood covering my hair, caught up beneath it in a pearl-studded net of gold. I was being presented to the Ambassadors of my cousin, the Holy Roman Emperor, Charles V. Though he was many years older than myself, it was Mother's most dearly cherished desire that we would marry; she had always wanted a Spanish bridegroom for me and raised me as befitted a lady of Spain, and the Ambassadors had come to judge and consider my merits as a possible bride for Charles.

As I curtsied low before those distinguished gentlemen in their somber black velvets and sharp-pointed beards like daggers made of varnished hair, suddenly the solemnity of the moment was shattered by Father's boisterous laughter. He clapped his hands and called for music, then there he was, a jewel-encrusted giant sweeping his "best sweetheart" up in his strong, powerful arms, tossing me up high into the air, and catching me when I came down, skirts billowing, laughing and carefree, for all the world like a woodcutter and his daughter instead of the King of England and his little princess.

"This girl never cries!" he boasted when Mother sat forward anxiously in her chair, a worried frown creasing her brow, and said, "My Lord, take care, you will frighten her!"

But I just laughed and threw my arms around his neck, his bristly red beard tickling my cheek, and begged for more.

The musicians struck up a lively measure, and he led me to the center of the floor, took my tiny hand in his, and shouted that I was his favorite dancing partner, and never in all his years had he found a better one.

As the skipping, prancing steps of the dance took us past the Ambassadors, suddenly he ripped the hood and net from my hair and tossed them into their startled midst. He combed his fingers through the long, thick, rippling waves, then more gold than red on account of my youth — I was but nine years old at the time — and his pride and joy in me showed clear upon his face.

"What hair my sweetheart has!" he cried. "My Lords, I ask you, have you ever seen such hair?"

And indeed he spoke the truth. In my earliest years I had Mother's Spanish gold hair lovingly united with Father's Tudor red, blending beautifully into an orange-yellow shade that caused the people to fondly dub me "Princess Marigold." "God bless our Princess Marigold!" they would shout whenever I rode past in a litter or barge or mounted sidesaddle upon my piebald pony, smiling and waving at them before reserved dignity replaced childish enthusiasm.

Though it may seem vain to say it, I had such beautiful hair in my youth, as true and shining an example as there ever was of why a woman's tresses are called her crowning glory. But before my youth was fully past it began to thin and fade until its lustrous beauty and abundance were only a memory and I was glad to pin it up and hide it under a hood, inside a snood or net, or beneath a veil.

But oh how I treasured the memory of Father's pride in me and my beautiful hair! The day he danced with me before the Ambassadors became one of my happiest memories.

I would never forget the way he swept me up in his arms and spun me round and round, my marigold hair flying out behind my head like a comet's tail, as he danced me from one end of the Great Hall to the other.

I never thought the love he felt for me then would ever diminish or die. I thought my earthly father's love, like our Heavenly Father's love, was permanent, unchanging, and everlasting.

"This girl never cries!" Father had said. Little did he know I would make up for a childhood filled with unshed tears by crying whole oceans of them in later years, and that most of them would be spilled on account of him, the callousness and cruelty he would mete out to me in place of the love and affection he once gave so freely and unconditionally to me.

But that was yet to come, and in those early days I truly was a princess. I sat on my own little gilded and bejeweled throne, set upon a dais, and upholstered in purple velvet with a canopy of estate, dripping with gold fringe, above me, and a plump purple cushion below me to rest my feet upon. And I wore gowns of velvet, damask, and brocade, silk, satin, silver, and gold; I sparkled with a rainbow of gems, and snuggled in ermine and sable when I was cold; gloves of the finest Spanish leather sheathed my hands; I walked in slippers made of cushion-soft velvet embroidered with pearls, gems, or gilt thread, and when I rode, boots of Spanish leather with silken tassels encased my feet; and underneath my finery only the finest lawns and linens touched my skin. But it was not the prestige and finery I liked best; being my father's daughter was what delighted my heart most. And during the bad years that followed the blissful ones, I used to think there was nothing I would not give to hear him call me "my best sweetheart" again.

Having no son to initiate into the manly pursuits, Father made do as best he could with me. He took me with him to the archery butts, and when I was nine he gave me my first hawk and taught me to fly her. We rode out at the head of a small retinue, me in my velvet habit, dyed the deep green of the forest, sidesaddle upon my piebald pony, the bells on my goshawk's jesses jingling, and the white plume on my cap swaying. And Father, a giant among men, powerfully muscular yet so very graceful, astride his great chestnut stallion, clad in fine white linen and rich brown hunting leathers, with bursts of rainbow light blazing out from the ring of white diamonds that encircled the brim of his velvet cap, and the jaunty white plume that topped it bouncing in the breeze.

We were following our hawks when we came to a large ditch filled with muddy water so dark we could not discern the bottom. Father made a wager with one of his men that he could swing himself across it on a pole. But when he tried, the pole snapped beneath his weight, and Father fell with a great splash, headfirst into the murky water. His legs and arms flailed and thrashed the surface frantically, but his head never appeared; it was stuck fast, mired deep in the mud below.

Edmund Moody, Father's squire, who would have given his life a hundred times over for him, did not hesitate. He dove in and worked to free my father's head. I could not bear to stand there doing nothing but watching helplessly, praying and wringing my hands, fearing that my beloved father might drown, so I recklessly plunged in, my green velvet skirts billowing up about my waist, floating on the muddy water like a lily pad. As I went to assist Master Moody, the tenacious mud sucked at my boots so that every step was a battle, slowing me down and showing me how it must be holding Father's head in a gluelike grip.

But through our diligent and determined efforts, Father was at last freed. Sputtering and gasping, coughing and gulping in mouthfuls of air, Father emerged and, leaning heavily between us, we helped him onto the grass, and he lay with his head in my lap as I tenderly cleaned the mud from his hair and face. An awed and humble cottager's wife brought us pears, cheese, and nuts in her apron, and we sat in the sun and feasted upon them as if they were the finest banquet while the sun dried us. Father made a joke about how my skirts had floated about me like a lily pad and called me his lily. And when we returned to the palace he summoned a goldsmith and commissioned a special jeweled and enameled ring for me to commemorate that day when I had helped save his life — a golden frog and a pink and white lily resting on a green lily pad. It was the greatest of my worldly treasures, and for years afterward a week scarcely passed when it did not grace my finger. Even when I did not wear it, I kept it safe in a little green velvet pouch upon my person so I would always know it was there with me, a proud and exquisite emblem of Father's love for me.

Those were the happy days before the sad years of ignominy and disgrace, penury, indifference, and disdain, the callousness and cruelty he learned under the tutelage of The Great Whore, Anne Boleyn, the threats and veiled coercion, followed by a sort of uneasy tolerance, a truce, when he offered me a conditional love wherein I must betray my conscience, my most deeply cherished beliefs, and my own mother's sainted memory, and capitulate where she herself had held firm, if I wanted to bask in the sun of his love again.

To my everlasting shame, though I would hate myself for it ever afterward, I gave in to their barrage of threats. The Duke of Norfolk himself took a menacing step toward me and informed me that if I were his daughter he would bash my head against the wall until it was as soft as a baked apple to cure me of my stubbornness. And haunted by accounts of those who had already died for their resistance, including Sir Thomas More and cartloads of nuns and monks, I signed the documents they laid before me. "Lady Mary's Submission," they called it. I signed and thus declared my mother's marriage a sin, incestuous and unlawful in the sight of God and man, and myself the bastard spawn born of it. Even though my most trusted advisor, the Spanish Ambassador, urged me to sign and save myself, assuring me that a victim of force would be blameless in God's sight, and that since I signed under duress, in fear for my very life, the Pope would grant me absolution, such assurances did not ease my conscience or assuage my guilt, and my body began to mirror my mind's suffering. My stomach rebelled against all food, my hair began to fall out, and I suffered the agonies of the damned with megrims, monthly cramps, palpitations of the heart, and toothache, and before I was twenty I was known throughout Europe as "the most unhappy lady in Christendom," and the tooth-drawer had wrenched out most of the teeth Father had once called "pretty as pearls," leaving my face with a pinched, sunken expression and a closemouthed smile that was purposefully tight-lipped. It was a miracle I survived, and I came wholeheartedly to believe that God had spared my life so that I might do important work in His name.

I betrayed everything I held sacred and dear just to walk in the sun of my father's love again, but it was never the same, and that, I think, was my penance, my punishment. It wasn't the old welcoming, all-embracing warmth that had enveloped me like a sable cloak on a cold winter's day; it was a weak, wavering, watery-yellow sunbeam that only cast a faint buttery hue, a faltering wispy frail fairy-light of yellow, onto the snow on a bone-chilling day. Just a tantalizing little light of love that left me always yearning for more, like a morsel of food given to a starving man only inflames his appetite. It was never enough compared to what had been before. But when I signed I did not know this. I was full to overflowing with hope when, in a presence chamber packed with courtiers, I knelt humbly before my scowling, glowering father and kissed the wide square-toe of his white velvet slipper, slashed through with bloodred satin, reminding me of all the blood he had spilled and that it was always in his power to take my life upon a moment's fancy. After I kissed his shoe I sat up upon my knees, like a dog begging, my tear-filled eyes eager and beseeching, and told him earnestly that I would rather be a servant in his house than empress of the world and parted from him.


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The The Tudor Throne 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
ToReadPerchancetoDream More than 1 year ago
The Tudor Throne is written in the first person narrative, giving both Mary and Elizabeth's points of view. I'm generally not a big fan of changing points of view back and forth in a novel, but I think the author, Brandy Purdy, did a nice job of it. For me, the story got off to a slow start. I think beginning with Mary and her austere, disapproving undertones made it feel draggy, even though it was just a few pages. Also, the history as presented by Ms. Purdy was not all factual. Even though this is a work of fiction, it's historical fiction, so I prefer such books to be as factually correct as possible. Given that, the book gave an excellent depiction of the religious and thus political struggles between Mary, Elizabeth, and their brother Edward. The danger of the times in having differing religious views as the crown is clearly shown; as is the juxtaposition of the crown having differing religious views as the majority of the people. It's interesting reading about a time where religion and politics were so closely tied together. This is a good book for historical fiction fans who want to read for just sheer enjoyment. Do beware that there are some graphic sexual scenes, so this wouldn't be appropriate for everyone. Also, FYI, this book is published in the UK as Mary & Elizabeth by Emily Purdy.
kopsahl More than 1 year ago
Henry VIII has died and on his death bed he knows that his son Edward, son of Jane Seymour, is not strong enough to rule and will be himself ruled by the sixteen men appointed to guide him until he is old enough to take the throne but he fears that if Mary, daughter of his first wife Katherine of Aragon, becomes queen all will be lost. His one true regret is that Elizabeth (Bess), daughter of Anne Boleyn, wasn't a boy. He knows she has what it takes to rule but since she is a girl and third in line to the throne, he knows there is no hope that she will be queen. After the death of Edward, Mary and Bess embark on a battle for the crown. Even though Mary had basically raised Bess like a daughter she knows that she is also her biggest enemy. Bess is truly beloved by the people and Mary knows that. Bess is also the reason that Mary's husband -to-be, Philip, says he won't come over. Until she is gone he doesn't feel safe, or so that was what Mary is told. Both ladies have a very different view on how the kingdom should be ruled as does their advisors. There were times that your heart just breaks for Mary and her quest for love turns her into a sniveling weak minded woman. She was one who definitely let her emotions rule. Elizabeth's approach was quite different but started the same. Her love of Thomas Seymour destroyed her also but in the wake made her stronger and more determined never to let emotions rule her. Her heart hardened and she vowed to never let anyone see her weaknesses. At first I was unsure about how I was going to like the chapters written in Mary's POV and then in Elizabeth's POV. I truly enjoyed having both viewpoints put forth for me and they are mainly focused on how each woman felt at this moment or that moment. We are swept from the death bed of Henry VIII all the ways through Bloody Mary's rule and end up with the Virgin Queen taking her rightly place on the throne. I highly recommend The Tudor Throne for all those historical fiction fans of the Tudor Era.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book gave you a new insight into the lives of Mary and Elizabeth. I enjoyed it very much and found that although these two women were very different they still had some feelings for each other. Both women lived through very turbulent times in their lives, but both were survivors. If you enjoy this period in English history, I think you will enjoy this book and author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great reading! I couldn't put it down.
Amdanda_Woodward More than 1 year ago
Brady Purdy has written a book that fully submerges you in the Tudor Period, England. She reminds you of the elegance of dress, hairstyles, and architecture. In this book, you are drawn in to an England that is in upheaval from many years of infighting and succession battles. Yet is still a powerful influence in Europe. I believe that all historical facts in this book are correct. Still, I found conflict with the representation of the two most powerful women in English history. Mary was represented as a jealous, insecure and shallow woman with a child-like mind who never got over her father's abandonment. Elizabeth, who is undeniably one of the most influential women in history, was represented as a meek, fearful child full of deceit and immoral attitudes. The story has her as a seductress before puberty and a confused victim at the same time. The great and powerful of England were represented as fumbling idiots. This said, I have to admit that I love the descriptions and details of the life and fashion of the time period.
kimbers10 More than 1 year ago
[I received this novel from the author as a review copy for my blog Historical Fiction Obsession.] Over the past several years I have read many books dealing with the Tudors. Most of them have dealt with Anne Boleyn or Elizabeth Tudor, and a few have been about Henry VIII's other five wives, his sisters, and his daughter Mary. THE TUDOR THRONE, however, is the first Tudor novel that I have read that gives both Mary and Elizabeth Tudor's point of view together, following their father's death. All of the books that I have read about Elizabeth have mentioned Mary or even had Mary play a large part in the book, or included Elizabeth in a book about Mary, but never have I read a book that placed equal importance on both Mary and Elizabeth's point of views. The novel was written as a first person account of their lives, so the chapters alternated between Mary's point of view and Elizabeth's. Although I have read their stories a hundred times from a hundred different books, it was still a terrific novel that held my interest until the end. Switching back and forth between the sister's perspectives enables the reader to really get to know both Mary and Elizabeth. Their fears and insecurities come to light in a way that only a first person narrative can provide. Both women were deeply affected by their father's treatment of their mothers, and of women in general. Any future relationships with the opposite sex are indirectly tainted by their father's treatment of women. Both Mary and Elizabeth are frightened of and desperate for love. Mary is desperate to find the love she lost from her father for so many years when she was young. She easily succumbs to Philip of Spain's half-hearted courtship of her, and although she is the Queen of England, she allows him to rule her, as well as her country. After taking care of herself, guarding her emotions, and having no one to lean on for so long she is more than willing to put her life and love into Philip's hands, though he is no way worth it. Elizabeth turns out much differently when it comes to love and trust. Rather than throw everything away for love and companionship as her sister did, she puts up a wall around her that is impossible to penetrate. She refuses to end up like her mother, or any of the other women that her father loved passionately, only to discard when bored, angry, or seeking an heir. Elizabeth, unlike Mary, refuses to rely on anyone, especially a man. She wants to be her own woman, and to make decisions for herself and for her country. Years of sadness and loneliness had weakened Mary's resolve, but it had strengthened Elizabeth's. While both women were talented and extremely intelligent, it will forever be Elizabeth who stands out in people's minds because of the idea of womanly strength and power that she stood for. I would recommend this book to any reader who enjoys Tudor history. While Ms. Purdy did take creative license when it came to several parts of the book, it was still a well researched Tudor novel. I was impressed by what a quick and easy read it was. There was never a dull moment, and I was able to transport myself to Mary and Elizabeth's Tudor England every time I opened the book. The fact that it was written in first person, from both women's perspectives, (both before and after becoming Queen of England) added to the enjoyment and excitement of this fascinating novel of historical fiction. I without a doubt give this book five out of five st
AmyELignor1 More than 1 year ago
Yes, King Henry VIII and his children are certainly not a new subject for readers. In fact, vampires would be the only category to outrank old Henry the VIII's regime. But Ms. Purdy has done a truly excellent job of reigniting the wonder of what England became when Mary and Elizabeth came into focus. A new future was about to begin for England, and the half-sisters would decide it all! England's throne was in a dangerous predicament when Henry VIII passed on. And his daughter Mary - the woman who would soon become 'Bloody Mary' to all - was beyond rigid when it came to her beliefs, emotions, and the Church. Now, on the other side of the fence, was Elizabeth. This was a girl who literally had to figure life out as she went. With the woman who some considered a monster, while others considered her the only smart wife King Henry VIII ever had - Ann Boleyn - as a mother, Elizabeth had to walk carefully through the English royal world. Of course, when her half-sister Mary was declared a bastard in favor of Elizabeth - her strength, determination, and disposition became as fiery as her red hair. Mary was reinstated, of course, and took the throne as Britain's Queen. But that brutal religious fanaticism of Mary's literally terrorized the British people, and had the whole country turning to Elizabeth for help. The bond between the two sisters begins to rip apart as Mary soon believes that Elizabeth is the only real enemy she has on Earth. Not only that, but Elizabeth literally truly loves the people's pride they have in her and her beloved country, so she must go against her tyrannical sister whether she likes it or not. Bloody Mary vs. The Virgin Queen.there was no fight better! Whether the first book or the thousandth about King Henry the VIII and his spawn - it really doesn't matter. This is THE family that England is and will always be known for. They were absolutely riveting, and the author has once again done an excellent job of delivering a novel that will entice, astound, and deliver! Enjoy!
MichelleSutton on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Thank you KENSINGTON for providing me with this book, THE TUDOR THRONE, as a part of the member giveaway on this site.I'm a big fan of Tudor era novels...usually. There were some excellent portrayals in this novel, like the characterization of the two sisters' beliefs and how they saw the world through varied lenses, that made it compelling at times. I had to admire Elizabeth's love for England and pity Mary for being fooled by Prince Philip into thinking she actually meant something to him. What a sad thing to say in your last days... "All I ever wanted was to be loved." The portrayal of their differences when it came to England's salvation or ruin was compelling too. So many people died needlessly and with such cruelty done to them for worshiping God in their own way. Many people were persecuted for their faith in those days and it always saddens me when leaders crush their own people for reasons such as this. Now on to the stuff I didn't like. I had a hard time buying all of the sexual stuff. The cakes and ale guy was annoying and disgusting. I don't know if what he had done in this story actually happened to Elizabeth in real life, but if it had then he was even more of a scum than this story portrays. The way this was written reminded me of a Middle Ages version of Lolita and that sordid tale. Ick is all I have to say about that. If the editor had cut the explicit sex scenes that didn't add to the story but made it seem cheap, then this novel would have ranked higher in my mind. The author has a real knack for writing the first person point of view. It's clearly her strength. But adding so much erotic content to make it feel like a lewd novel with modernized debased behavior in the story left a lot to be desired for me. Thankfully that wasn't the entire book. Sometimes I'd be reading along and think the story was a great portrayal of history, then something nasty or erotic happened and I lost my enthusiasm for the story. This is a great example of how explicit sexual content in a book can ruin it for me. The three star rating is for the parts of the story that were insightful and in good taste. The rest...yuck. I would rather read Elizabeth Chadwick or Philippa Gregory's novels, which are done in better taste. That's my two cents.
bgknighton on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I enjoyed the book. I do not usually like the format of alternating narrators, but the author carries it off smoothly. The book flows evenly. There is a little stretching of the known facts about Mary and Elizabeth's private lives, but that is almost inevitable in a novel. I ended up wondering how history would have been changed if Mary had had normal eyesight. It seems as if her inability to see affected her ability to grasp how people would and were reacting to her actions.... As if a physical blindness created a people blindness.
Edie2 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
The Tudor Throne follows the tangled and enthralling lives of King Henry VIII's most famous children, Mary and Elizabeth. The novel follows the two women from youth to maturity and carries the reader on a journey full of history and intrigue. In reading this, you feel as though you are reading the personal diaries of the young queens- seeing two entirely different views of life as first a princess and then a queen. Though in many ways the book excels, in other ways it fails to reach the high expectations one would hold when looking for a good Tudor novel. I was looking forward to reading about King Henry's daughters having read so many novels about his life. For me the contrasting first person perspectives left me wanting more detail of events and more depth of characters.....just more. I felt it lacked some of the excitement and spark that comes from the fascinating history of this time period.Despite the pitfalls the book was a relatively good read, even though it fell short in a few places the author did a commendable job in conveying her subject matter and providing us with a glimpse of life in Tudor England.
Chandra-of-Red on LibraryThing 5 months ago
**I wish to thank KENSINGTON PUBLISHING for providing me with this book, THE TUDOR THRONE, as a part of the member giveaway on**For a HISTORICAL FICTION, absolutely amazing and very well written. Each chapter traverses between the thoughts and lives from Mary to Elizabeth, Elizabeth to Mary. EXPERIENCE:The lives and hardships of being the daughters of King Henry VIII;Love shared between half sisters that eventually turns into distrust;Marriage to Prince Phillip of Spain who attempts to send England into ruin;Finally, the death of one sister and the announcing of the throne to the other.WILL I GO ON TO READ OTHER BOOKS WRITTEN BY Author BRANDY PURDY?A definite yes, yes and yes.WHY NOT A FIVE STAR RATING.Of 52 chapters, the action did not get really interesting until approx chapter 28. (Just my personal opinion thank you). Keep in mind some chapters were only 2 or 3 pages long.
allisonmacias on LibraryThing 5 months ago
A Father shapes the destiny of his children, a King shapes the destiny of his kingdom. Henry VIII shaped both.As Henry VIII laid on his deathbed attended by his wife Katherine Parr and his three children, the world waited. Henry, speaking in riddles, talks to his three children. Edward, the small weakhearted prince; Mary, the Proud Princess; and Elizabeth, the princess who should have been a prince. After Henry's passing, Edward with his Protectors assume the throne. Unfortunately, Edward is a cheap imitation of his father, and is not the King England longs for. During his reign, Elizabeth retreats to Chelsea, and Mary retreats to her own estates and faith. this would be a vital time period for both future Queens. Mary, angering Edward that she will turn to the reformed faith, stays from court. When she does make a rare apperance at court, she is shunned with all her papal finery. Elizabeth, living with her step-mother, Katherine Parr, falls in love with the scheming Thomas Seymour. A torrid love affair ensues, and threatens Elizabeth's future. Fortunately, Anne Boleyn's daughter realizes the trouble that comes along with Thomas Seymour and escapes from his greedy clutches before its too late.but Elizabeth's reputation is damaged, and it seems that everyone is looking down on her. Soon, the tides change, and it is discovered that Edward is dying. Once again, all of England is watching as the young king decides on a heir. Will it be his heretical sister Mary, or the malleable Jane Grey, his cousin? England descends into chaos as it becomes a battle of wills between Mary and the Duke of Northumberland. Eventually, Mary wins and ascends to the throne. Mary beings her reign as Merciful Mary releasing political prisoners and mending the rifts in England.Along this time, Elizabeth is once again in hot water over the Wyatt Rebellion, resulting in her imprisonment and house arrest. But the virgin queen needs a husband to beget an heir. She turns to her mother's native land and her cousin, Phillip II. This sparks much outrage all over England. but Mary persists, and wins this battle once again. Phillip comes to court and is a presumptuous, cocky man who lusts after himself and other ladies, including Elizabeth.As Mary ages, and deals with her false pregnancies, she becomes more erratic and fanatical. Merciful Mary becomes Bloody Mary very quickly. The book ends with Mary dying and Elizabeth ascending to the throne.I received this book from the author Brandy Purdy. this book is very well written, and very detailed. The colors of dresses, hair and etc, are all very vivid. Brandy did take liberties with some details, but these are details that have been debated. I loved being able to see the world through both sister's eyes. It was remarkable. I came to understand Mary better, as well as Elizabeth.Highly recommended.This book is scheduled to be released June 28th. It is available in the UK as Mary & Elizabeth by Emily Purdy. Pre-order this book now. You'll want to read it!
celticlady53 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
The Tudor Throne by Brandy Purdy is another take on the history of England after the death of Henry VIII and his son Edward VI. The story is basically about Queen Mary and Princess Elizabeth, told in alternating chapters. Queen Mary is the daughter of King Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon, while Princess Elizabeth is the daughter of Henry VIII and Queen Anne Boleyn. There always was animosity between the two sisters. Mary's reign was successful at first as she pardoned those who were loyal to her and the Catholic religion. She always managed to find a way to keep Elizabeth out of the limelight as Mary knew that the people of England did favor Elizabeth. Mary decides that she needs to marry and she sets her sights on Phillip, Prince of Spain especially after she sees a full portrait of him. She finds herself in love but the English population were not happy with the thought of Spain being in a position of power in the Tudor court. But Phillip does agree to marry Mary and after the marriage, Mary becomes so obsessed with having a baby that there comes a time that she really believes that she is pregnant, but as months go by and she goes way past the due date, it becomes apparent to those around her that this was not so. Mary became bitter after many failed pregnancys. She was determined to restore England to the Catholic faith and to secure her throne from Protestant threats, and as a result she had many Protestants burnt at the stake thus earning her the name Bloody Mary. There were many plots to have Mary removed from the throne and to make Elizabeth queen. Elizabeth had spent time in various prisons including the Tower of London because Mary was afraid to have her at cour, out of sight out of mind so to speak .Elizabeth's assension to the throne was not an easy one, when young she was involved in a scandal with Thomas Seymour, the husband of her father's last wife Catherine Parr. There was a trial but nothing was proven but she was sent away by Catherine, more than likely to protect her from her husband. Then there was the plot of Thomas Wyatt to overthrow Mary and put Elizabeth on the throne. She was then imprisoned in the Tower of London but was released due to lack of proof and was sent to the country where she stayed until Mary's death. At the age of 25 Elizabeth became queen. This book was one I hated to put down and I did enjoy it. Just a bit different than other fictional accounts of these two great women of English history. If you are a Tudor fan, you may just want to add this book to your bookshelf...
sealford on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Reading this book took me to a different time and place in history, and I could almost feel myself side by side with Mary and Elizabeth. Though sisters united by blood, they certainly had their differences and made it known to each other. Mary, the staunch Catholic, only wanted to be loved by someone who seemed to loathe her. Elizabeth, on the other hand, only sought the love of her country. Both eventually came to terms with their decisions, but it was a very fun book to read, especially since it seemed so real to me as I flipped from page to page.
NCRainstorm on LibraryThing 5 months ago
The Tudor Throne is written in the first person narrative, giving both Mary and Elizabeth's points of view. I'm generally not a big fan of changing points of view back and forth in a novel, but I think the author, Brandy Purdy, did a nice job of it. For me, the story got off to a slow start. I think beginning with Mary and her austere, disapproving undertones made it feel draggy, even though it was just a few pages. Also, the history as presented by Ms. Purdy was not all factual. Even though this is a work of fiction, it's historical fiction, so I prefer such books to be as factually correct as possible.Given that, the book gave an excellent depiction of the religious and thus political struggles between Mary, Elizabeth, and their brother Edward. The danger of the times in having differing religious views as the crown is clearly shown; as is the juxtaposition of the crown having differing religious views as the majority of the people. It's interesting reading about a time where religion and politics were so closely tied together.This is a good book for historical fiction fans who want to read for just sheer enjoyment. Do beware that there are some graphic sexual scenes, so this wouldn't be appropriate for everyone. Also, FYI, this book is published in the UK as Mary & Elizabeth by Emily Purdy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked the part that told of all the remedies that had been tried to make Edward well when he was sick.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Interesting reading from both points of views and though not altogether historical correct it was still a great book
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This is a very nice book. However,there is some language. If you are a child in middle school or younger,it is not your best choise.
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sfc98 More than 1 year ago
Written in the two main characters "own words" this is an intersting (although not original) account of the Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth era in England. If you are unfamiliar with historical fiction this is an excellent starting point, however if you have read the accounts before there is nothing new to learn or gleen from the book, Well written, interesting dialogue.
Dolphin-Lover-661 More than 1 year ago
If you like historical smut, you will like this book. Most of this book is about love affairs between Elizabeth and Mary. The smut isn't even that great!!!