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YESSSSS. WWII IN GREENLAND. MY SWEET SPOT.

The Christmas Truce always gives me goosebumps all over.

This book is heartbreaking as fuck. I'm going to need to freebase some regency fluff after this.

This one was sloooow getting started, but now that it's picking up the pace, I'm enjoying it A LOT more than the last one.

This reader is AWESOME. I am so impressed with her authentic and not annoying as fuck southern accent. Bonus points for correct inflection of malicious church gossip.

Joan, girl, you are a prize idiot.

I AM UPSET.

GO SNUGGLE YOUR PAGE, ENGLISH HISTORY.

"Be silent unless you mean to deliver me from this. You have one child now. Go to him."

See? That is how awesome this book would be if it were just Joan's POV. We don't need all this other nonsense! She's the fucking Fair Maid of Kent!

GO SNUGGLE YOUR PAGE.

"The elder Montagu roared for him to go snuggle with his page."

This is going to be my new go-to phrase.

GO SNUGGLE WITH YOUR PAGE!

I appreciate that every POV is a woman's. But they're too much alike! Campion should take a lesson from Fremantle and keep on privileged POV and one "common" one. Much more engaging that way.

And I juuuuust figured out that Ned is the Black Prince. I need to read up on my Plantagenets. I've been cheating on them for the Tudors.

"Now, make sure you hang onto this bloody sheet as proof that your virginity is gone. Hopefully, it keeps the Gascon Stallion from straight up raping you. Fingers crossed!"

CHIVALRY.

Oh, Joan. Joan, Joan, Joan. Your aunt is total about to throw you under the bus. And by the bus, I mean she is totally about to throw you under the Gascon Stallion.

I so appreciate it when medieval set books include a Dramatis Personae. Because EVERYONE'S name is Edward. Thank you for providing me a handy reference with contextual clues.

This OCLC brought to you by the Charlotte Mecklenburg Public Library of North Carolina. Thank you!

"She hated his wrinkled brow, the confusion in his eyes. The blackguard had hit her! And she hated him because even his blows were weak."

And across Alps and the Channel, Queen Eleanor sat up in bed and whispered, "Need a bad bitch? Let me call a few."

"Are you a teacher or aren't you?"

Yes, bitch, you're the fucking Queen. Channel Eleanor all day long.

Hey! This is the journey to Salermo from A Murderous Procession! What up, Dr. Aguilar??

I do love the Plantagenets. Making family therapy obsolete since 1154.

What to expect when you're expecting your teenage niece to develop telekinetic powers.

Subtitle: it's too late for this amateur hour sage burning shit, you better call the Winchesters.

"I'll tell you exactly where that leaves you, Cho. That leaves you as the Head Bitch in Charge."

Gd, I love these books.

"You know what? I'm glad you broke your stupid leg. I'm glad you can't play football and that no college wants you on their team anymore. You deserve everything you're getting, because you're not a good person."

I love love LOVE YA books where young women find a way to express righteous anger in a world that wants them to stuff it down and smile. GO CHO!

Reeve is SUCH a jackass. I felt sorry for him for like ten seconds, but now I just hope he breaks his other leg, too.

When Aunt Bette salts you into your bedroom, it's time to be concerned.

I love that Fremantle is revisiting a truth that Alison Weir often alludes to: Catherine Parr was the only Tudor stepmother worth a damn. She's the one who reconciled the princesses with their father and with each other. She's the one who made sure Edward didn't molder away alone in some craphole castle. She's the one who taught Elizabeth why you should NEVER marry for love, that passion is not trustworthy enough.

"I have made a special point of leading a life free from reproof. It's been tedious in the extreme and, as a result, I shouldn't be left to deal with someone else's mess."

See? Life free from reproof: NOT WORTH IT.

Catherine Parr has always been my favorite of Henry's wives. I LOVE what Fremantle has done with her.

"There are only three forms of high art: the symphony, the illustrated children's book, and the board game."

Oswald, I'm almost positive you're going to die, but you're kind of my favorite.