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Monday, January 2, 2017

The Virgin's Lover by Philippa Gregory: First Page Mondays


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Anyone who has been on this blog earlier knows that I absolutely love Philippa Gregory and her books, especially her historical fictions, the ones that are based on the Tudor dynasty. So here's another from the same series, of course you can easily read them as stand-alone books and don't necessarily have to follow it as a series.

I bought it on Amazon, so you too can check out the link shared above to get the best deals. And yes, as it is difficult to find her books in India, I always end up buying them on Amazon.

As of now, here's the first page of the book The Virgins' Lover by Philippa Gregory. I just started reading it this morning and am only a few pages in, but can already tell you that it's an absolutely interesting one, as with all her other books. Enjoy...

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Autumn 1558

All the bells in Norfolk were ringing for Elizabeth, pounding the peal into Amy's head, first the treble bell screaming out like a mad woman, and then the whole agonising, jangling sob till the great bell boomed a warning that the whole discordant carillon was about to shriek out again. She pulled the pillow over her head to shut out the sound, and yet still it went on, until the rooks abandoned their nests and went streaming into the skies, tossing and turning in the wind like a banner of ill omen, and the bats left the belfry like a plume of black smoke as if to say that the world was upside down now, and day should be forever night.

 Amy did not need to ask what the racket was for; she already knew. At last, poor sick Queen Mary had died, and Princess Elizabeth was the uncontested heir. Praise be. Everyone in England should rejoice. The Protestant princess had come to the throne and would be England's queen. All over the country people would be ringing bells for joy, striking kegs of ale, dancing in the streets, and throwing open prison doors. The English had their Elizabeth at last, and the fear-filled days of Mary Tudor could be forgotten. Everyone in England was celebrating.

 Everyone but Amy.

 The peals, pounding Amy into wakefulness, did not bring her.......

- Debolina Raja