Hilarious! Although I don’t think that’s what the author intended. At the age of 50, Margaret of Anjou reflects back on her life’s history – from her marriage at a young age to England’s Henry VI through the period now known as theWars of the Roses. Saddled with an overly pious husband who doesn’t have much interest in the act of procreation (hell, even the Church said that was OK) and with the Yorks keeping their eye on Henry’s throne, Margaret looks elsewhere to satisfy her lustful body and obtain a desperately needed heir. Eventually the Lancasters are defeated, Henry captured and Edward is crowned King of England – that is known history no spoilers here.

Well, we all know what a fascinating period this was and some of us can never get enough of it so a novel focusing on Margaret’s viewpoint seemed a refreshing change – can an author make her sympathetic? At first glance this appears to be a serious tome with plentiful genealogy charts at the front as well as a not overly cheesy 90’s cover (at least she’s wearing a henin and her hair is covered – not like that upturned flower pot on the woman on you know what new book cover). So what’s not to love and why am I giving it one star? For starters, Margaret is one self-centered lusty babe and everyone but her husband seems to lust right back at her – and not just the men in her life I might add (I’d love to tell you but I won’t). The sex scenes were so over the top that I was laughing out loud and I’m ashamed I’d have liked to have more (don’t tell anyone) because when there was no sex the first person narrative fell flat as a pancake as Margaret recounted page after page after boring sleep inducing page recounting the conflicts between the Yorks and Lancastrians.

All that plus way too much hither and thither as well as Henry yelling “forsooth forsooth” anytime he was in the picture, although since he was mad as a hatter I guess that’s excusable. Out of print and very expensive used, but shop around and you might get a good price – that is if you’re looking for laughs. Can’t tell you what she did with Elizabeth Woodville as well as the Queen of Scots but it’s priceless. Apparently Savage has written two books on Eleanor of Aquitaine and from reading the one review on the first book it’s even more OTT than this one is. I intend to get my hands on them and share the fun with the rest of you.