It's been almost a month since I've posted. I have been reading, just not getting around to blogging. In part it's been because of some negative feelings about one book I read. It was definitely a case of not choosing wisely. With a little investigation ahead of time I probably would have known that this was not a book for me.
But the problem is that I have a long term fascination with the Tudors, particularly Henry VIII, his ill-fated wives, and his daughter Elizabeth I. I can trace it back to a visit with my family to New Orleans when I was 12 or 13. During an evening visiting various shops in the French Quarter, I saw a set of small dolls that represented Henry VIII and his six wives. I'm not sure how much it was the intriguing idea that he had six wives and beheaded two of them and how much it was the sumptuous, detailed clothing of the dolls, but I was fascinated. They were way beyond any price I could manage. I did, however, find a book
Henry VIII and his Wives by Walter Jerrold at a used bookstore. That I could afford, so I bought it and it became the first of many I have read on this subject.
Now I know historical fiction is fiction and the authors take liberties. But in
The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory, not all the liberties seem to me for the good. I had a hard time maintaining my interest. I've had this problem before where I am not really enjoying a book, yet I am driven to read on to see how the writer handles things. I was disappointed yet read on. I felt like I was reading
Tudors 90210. These characters are so rich and complex. We know that from history. Yet somehow they shrank rather than expanded in this book. So after the first about 250 pages I found myself skimming, not reading every word but picking up the gist of the storyline. And that is how I finished the book. I did not look back but found something more engaging to read.