This was the book that got me interested in the Tudors was back in the early 90s. Who knows what Twilight-esque literary phenoms were raging through my high school at the time, but I was gobbling up Plaidy by the armful.

I have no idea if I would like this book now - as I've found Plaidy to be a bit dry in recent years - but this book had me turning the pages frantically to find out what happened to both Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard. So I'll simply keep it on the memory shelf where so many books should remain.