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September 19, 2014

The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton

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Set in seventeenth century Amsterdam—a city ruled by glittering wealth and oppressive religion—a masterful debut steeped in atmosphere and shimmering with mystery, in the tradition of Emma Donoghue, Sarah Waters, and Sarah Dunant.
”There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed…”

On a brisk autumn day in 1686, eighteen-year-old Nella Oortman arrives in Amsterdam to begin a new life as the wife of illustrious merchant trader Johannes Brandt. But her new home, while splendorous, is not welcoming. Johannes is kind yet distant, always locked in his study or at his warehouse office—leaving Nella alone with his sister, the sharp-tongued and forbidding Marin.

But Nella’s world changes when Johannes presents her with an extraordinary wedding gift: a cabinet-sized replica of their home. To furnish her gift, Nella engages the services of a miniaturist—an elusive and enigmatic artist whose tiny creations mirror their real-life counterparts in eerie and unexpected ways . . .

Johannes’ gift helps Nella to pierce the closed world of the Brandt household. But as she uncovers its unusual secrets, she begins to understand—and fear—the escalating dangers that await them all. In this repressively pious society where gold is worshipped second only to God, to be different is a threat to the moral fabric of society, and not even a man as rich as Johannes is safe. Only one person seems to see the fate that awaits them. Is the miniaturist the key to their salvation . . . or the architect of their destruction?

Enchanting, beautiful, and exquisitely suspenseful, The Miniaturist is a magnificent story of love and obsession, betrayal and retribution, appearance and truth.


Oh my goodness! This is one exceptionally incredibly good book! I cannot rave about it enough! The best way to describe The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton is to call it heartrending novel with a great deal of mystery and a touch of magical fantasy. Rich with emotion and mystifyingly dark, this unique tale gripped me from the start and kept me turning each page, anxious to find out the secret of the miniaturist and the fate of the ever-evolving three-dimensional characters.

The novel is set in 17th century Amsterdam and vividly depicts the social and economic living standards of the time. Eighteen year old Nella arrives in the city to the home of Johannes Brandt with whom a marriage has been arranged. But her groom is an enigma, odd in many ways, and distant, even though he is kind to her. Soon after the wedding, she receives a gift of a miniature replica of their home complete with furniture and little people resembling her, Johannes, and his sisters. She begins corresponding with the mysterious miniaturist, but is unable to discern who they are. The miniatures are not what they seem. In fact, they foretell the future. And it is this that adds tension and a great deal of conflict to the story. It is truly disconcerting. Through the miniatures, several dark secrets and tragedies occur, and Nella finds herself in a desperate frenzy to save those she loves.

This is a clever, magnificently plotted novel. Although the opening chapters can be a little slow, with every page, the story unfolds and becomes ever more gripping. The dark secrets are revealed bit by bit, in a shocking way, so that one cannot help but race to the end. The story not only stirs up emotion, it shocks and sweeps the reader away with its opulent storyline. A truly magnificent novel, brilliantly written. 

September 18, 2014

This is How I'd Love You by Hazel Woods

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It’s 1917 and America is on the brink of World War I. After Hensley Dench’s father is forced to resign from the New York Times for his anti-war writings, she finds herself expelled from the life she loves and the future she thought she would have. Instead, Hensley is transplanted to New Mexico, where her father has taken a job overseeing a gold mine. Driven by loneliness, Hensley hijacks her father’s correspondence with Charles Reid, a young American medic with whom her father plays chess via post. Hensley secretly begins her own exchange with Charles, but looming tragedy threatens them both, and—when everything turns against them—will their words be enough to beat the odds?


Charles Reid is from a wealthy family, and despite their disapproval, after graduating from university, he enlists to fight for America in World War I. Because of his passion for chess, he enters a mail chess program to play the game with an antiwar journalist named Sacha Dench. Charles posts his first move before leaving for the front in France. This trivial pastime explodes into something great – with incredible results.

When her father loses his job, Hensley, Sacha's seventeen year old daughter, is sent into a tailspin. Her entire life is forced into upheaval as they leave the only home she has known to move across the country. In a moment of boredom, Hensley writes a few words in the margins of her father’s next letter to her father’s chess partner, Charles. Intrigued, Charles responds, and what transpires are an exchange of letters that soon blossom into a potent love between them.

Separated by war and distance, these two lovers struggle to survive the conflicts they face in their personal lives. With intense twists and turns and plot twists, this love story blossoms into a powerful, unforgettable narrative that is deeply redolent and intensely poignant. This book is literally unputdownable! This is a stunning debut novel, gripping, vibrant, and so real, that the novel is truly unforgettable. It is one of the most powerful love stories I’ve ever read and will linger in my mind for years to come. This is truly excellence in writing and very highly recommended!

September 16, 2014

Read the First Chapter - The Novice by Mirella Sichirollo Patzer

The Novice
A young woman on the verge of taking her vows to become a nun.
A desperate flight from a murderous massacre.
One honorable man comes to her rescue.
Another becomes her nemesis and captor.
And a life and death search to reunite with her one true love.

Chapter One
Village of Gaeta
North of Naples
A.D. 915

THE MASSACRE CAUGHT the villagers of Gaeta by surprise. In the convent of Santa Maria delle Vergine, the first shrieks of the Saracen raiders as they raced down the hillsides and into the outskirts of the village had forced the small group of nuns from their beds. Some rushed to the chapel to face the enemy. The others fled terrorized into the summer night. They were the lucky ones. That desperate flight would save their lives.
     Protected by the hood of her mantle, Sara, a novice, the convent’s only inhabitant who had not yet taken her vows, stood among the sisters clustered together on a hill next to a grove of trees. She shivered against the fading night’s breeze. A full moon and the first rays of dawn shed a scarce light over the valley below. She gazed down at the village of Gaeta—a handful of buildings and homes, a church, and their convent—a sprawling mass of land surrounded on three sides by the sea. An eerie mist hung above it.
     The desolate tolling of the church bell suddenly rose on the wind.
     Sara watched in horror as Saracen warriors galloped through the village bellowing their battle cries. A knot of terror jammed in her chest when she saw them enter the convent. She held up a hand, a plea for the women to listen. The church bell suddenly ceased ringing. Screams, shrieks, and moans leapt out of the silence like sparks from a fire. Stunned, Sara could not tear her gaze away. Saracen marauders attacked homes, broke down doors and windows, and dragged villagers and nuns outside to meet their demise. The world was truly desolate, without redemption. The villagers were people she knew, whom she had toiled with and served. There had been no time to warn or save anyone. To each his own. The Saracens were bent at slaughter.
     A group of villagers had barricaded themselves inside the church. The attackers set fire to the building and waited for them to flee the smoke and flames. Then the bloodthirsty murderers, wielding axes and swords, struck them down. For years, these Saracen enemies had burned towns and hamlets, churches and orchards, pastures and vineyards. The hatred the Saracens bore for the Neapolitan people had resulted in battles that had raged for decades. The reason for the hatred, however, had long faded from everyone’s minds.
     Sara had never imagined anything like this before – the massacre of an entire village! Cold stark horror gripped her.
     Gaeta's rude houses were scattered over a wide area. Even if most of the villagers had not been surprised in their beds, they had little chance to help one another. The Saracens slew with merciless brutality, torching structures at random. Sara had heard stories of impaled captives, of fingernails pulled out and limbs hacked off, even decapitations or of people roasted alive at the stake.
     All she and the nuns could do was watch in horror. The women were unable to tear their gazes from the death striking those who had not been fortunate enough to escape. Some of the sisters fell to their knees to pray and weep. One fainted and lay huddled against a tree trunk.
     When Sara had heard the first screams, she pleaded for the nuns to flee. Only a few of the women had heeded her advice. The abbess and the most devout chose to lock themselves in the convent’s small chapel to pray and await martyrdom by arrow or spear or axe. Sara and the nuns knelt stunned with fright on the crest of the wind-swept hill watching what might have been their doom. She could not blot out the unfettered visions of the massacre from her mind, the rape, the death. Convent and chapel belonged to them no more.
     A crimson glow rose above the outline of the village. A long flame soared into the sky like a red tower. Sister Gilda gripped Sara’s hand. A ring of fire encircled the chapel’s belfry and smoke ascended into the night. Flames now fully engulfed the buildings. Sara mourned the men, women, and children who had fallen victim to the Saracen’s brutality. She turned away from the mayhem, the rapes, the eviscerations, the killing of babies. Gaeta was no more.    
     She whispered a prayer of gratitude for having escaped. Now, it was up to her to lead these women to safety. Afterwards, she would leave religious life and its severe practices forever. A burning need to put distance between them and the Saracen savages was foremost in her thoughts. She shoved back her hood. Her unbound chestnut hair tumbled down in a wind-ruffled surge upon her shoulders as she turned to face the women. She advanced to speak to the eldest, Sister Gilda, who knelt and watched the burning mission with a stupefied gaze.
     “Are you going to cower here all night?” Sara’s words lashed out like a scourge. “We must go! Now!”
    All the nuns turned to stare at her, wide-eyed.
     “Shame on you!” admonished Sister Gilda, her thin wrinkled face white against the darkness. “Down on your knees, brat! Pray for those who are dying!”
     Sara let out a brusque laugh. The reprimands of an entire year festered inside her like rotten, bitter herbs. “There is nothing we can do for the dead and dying. We must run for our lives, find help and shelter, otherwise, we will be the Saracen’s next victims. We must live!”
     “May the Mother of Mercy thaw your arrogant heart and chastise you for your sins,” Sister Gilda retorted. “For a novice, you speak as if you are rotten to the very core of your heart.”
     “Just because I am not yet a nun, does not mean that my heart doesn’t grieve as passionately as yours, Sister Gilda. The entire village is burning. Stay and scold until dawn if you wish. Stand here and rebuke the murderous Saracens as they ride up this hill to butcher you. I am certain they will give such old beauty as yours short-shrift.”
     The sinewy nun offered no response. With harsh words, Sara had defeated her many times before. Sister Gilda knew well the value in biting her tongue. Several of the other women rose and flocked around Sara, whining with terror. Their faith, although reverent, failed them in this time of desperation. It would not help guide them to a safe path. They stood trembling in the wilderness, too close to the brutal band of Saracens. There was no safe refuge nearby. Flight in any direction would be dangerous. Sara sensed the night’s horror had unnerved the women. The unknown oppressed them.    
     “It is still dark,” said one, the panic in her voice undisguised. “What will we do?”
     “Sister Gilda will pray for us,” Sara mocked.
     “Sara, please help us, you are the wisest among us!” pleaded another.
     “Then we cannot stand around sniveling,” Sara responded. “The sun will rise soon. I intend to go to the town of Caserta. It is further inland and will be safer.”
     “But the woods are dreadful during the day as well as in the night,” said one of the younger nuns with wide, dark eyes.
     Sara took the girl’s hand. “But kinder than the Saracens. Come with me. I will take care of you.”
     Even as she spoke, she could see a line of torches move away from the village and weave its way up the long slope towards the jagged thicket of trees where Sara stood with the nuns.
     “Look yonder.” Sara pointed down into Gaeta and the slowly approaching line of torches. “Let Sister Gilda wait and pray until the bearers of those torches arrive. I am fleeing.”
     An instant clamor arose among the nuns. When courage and resourcefulness were needed most, danger now rendered them helpless. The torches moved side-to-side, ascending the hill as though the Saracen warriors who carried them were doubling right and left, following a jagged trail in the dark like hounds casting about for a scent. It would not be long before the Saracens reached them. The sight was ominous, and renewed their panic.
     “Sara, please help us!” one of the nuns cried out.
     They gathered around her, befuddled. Even Sister Gilda lost her appetite for martyrdom and became human once more. They were hungry for a leader and Sara stood among them confident, fearless. She looked toward the east, where a white glow above the treetops told her the sun was rising.
     “See the dawn?” Sara said. “We will have light soon. There is a path over the hill that heads east and then south. I will take that path. Whoever wishes may follow.”
     “We will come with you, Sara,” one of the others answered.
     The five women collected themselves and stood close together. Much to Sara’s surprise, the first one to move was Sister Gilda, who had been in charge of the convent’s linens, and then Sister Maralda, their stout cook. Sisters Flora and Emma, the twins, and Sister Inga followed behind them. They stumbled and faltered, clutching one another. Despite their fear, they made clumsy, but fast progress.
     Sara led the way through the fading darkness. Soon, they came upon a path at the edge of a wood. They followed it until thickets fully surrounded them. Twisting branches formed a canopy above, and the morning sky became nearly indiscernible between the leaves. To Sara, the forest seemed like a grotto that diminished into a fathomless gloom leading nowhere. Nevertheless, if not for the path’s comfort that promised to lead them to safety, they would have been helpless.
     Their state of affairs was heartbreaking. As brides of Christ, they had dedicated their lives to peace and lived by a daily regimen of teaching children, chants, charity, and prayers, but even the walls of a convent could not protect them against the vile Saracens who burned homes, martyred children, and sacked and fired entire towns. The failure of their faith to protect them, taunted Sara with every step.
     Their abbess had often said that the world, for all its apathy and wickedness, deserved to meet the bane of war. Those words, it seemed, had returned to haunt her, bringing about the good woman’s own death.
     As they trudged through the early morning mist, the sisters grumbled about the sad state of their duchy. It would have been natural for them to cry out for vengeance, to let their resentment soar against those in power who had failed them, but their faith kept them silent.
     Sara walked in front, listening to their comments with a touch of contempt. “You are very astute, all of you,” she said over her shoulder. “You talk of raids and massacres as though the whole land has been devastated. True, the Saracens have burned defenseless places and stormed towns, but Gaeta is only a tiny village in the duchy of Naples. You must trust that the duke’s soldiers will protect us from these savages.”
     Sister Gilda glanced heavenward. “I pray that God lets it be so!”
     “One great man is all that is needed to lead our armies against these heathens,” Sara added.
     “Perhaps you will find him.” Derision laced Sister Gilda’s words.
     “Not I. The danger posed by the Saracens will soon bring forth a leader,” Sara responded, ignoring Sister Gilda’s curtness. “Whenever an enemy exists, a hero is certain to come forward. We will find our champion before long, wait and see.”
     “I wish I could find something to eat,” whined the plump Sister Maralda. As a cook, she always worried about the next meal.
     “Perhaps Sister Gilda will pray for some provisions,” Sara said. “Bread and water perhaps?”
     “Bread!” said Sister Maralda. “Did someone speak of bread?”
     Sara patted her belly. “I have a small loaf hidden under my habit.”
     Sister Maralda sighed. “Oh, Sara, I would chant a day’s worth of psalms for one morsel of that loaf.”
     “Chant away, Sister Maralda,” Sara responded. “Begin with Psalm seventy-eight. I believe it is one of the longest.”
     “Do not tease a hungry sufferer,” Sister Maralda admonished.
     “The psalms, Sister Maralda, or not a crumb,” Sara said.
     “Keep it for yourself, you mocciosa viziata, you spoiled brat,” Sister Maralda retorted. “I can go without.”
     “We will share it, all of us, very soon, unless Sister Maralda wants to eat the entire loaf by herself,” Sara said.
     In the growing light, Sara kept the women on their path. At times, it led them into patches of open ground, parts of which were covered with brush, while others teemed with bracken and bushes. She had never seen such faint-hearted women as these nuns. If a twig snapped, they clustered together. They mistook an owl's hoot for a Saracen battle cry. A hawk’s trill made them believe someone trailed them. Their sharpest reaction, however, came when they stumbled upon a grazing herd of deer. The sudden bolt and clatter of hooves as the creatures bounded away stirred panic among them. It took some time before Sara could calm them down and urge them to keep walking. She knew it would be many months before the fear of the ordeal they had witnessed would fade from their minds.
     As the morning dragged on, fatigue slowed them down. They were as frail as ailing children were. Religious life had done little to strengthen their bodies, but had done much to distort their minds. She had no choice but to be strong and unrelenting. The women looked to her for strength and direction. She must get them to safety. Without her to lead them, they would be doomed. She put this knowledge to effect, and held it like a whip over their timidity.
     As they went, she found ample possibilities to use her cunning. When they pleaded for her to stop so they could rest, she warned she would continue without them. The threat forced them all to plod after her. When they griped, she told tales of Saracen cruelty and lust, and made the fear in their hearts throb more than their weary feet. With these ruses, she kept them moving, knowing that the greatest kindness was heartlessness, and that to indulge them was nothing more than misguided pity.
     Finally, regardless of the Saracen threat, the exhausted nuns refused to go any farther. Judging by the height of the sun, it was mid-morning. The woods thinned, and they gazed upon a serene valley. A huge oak tree grew nearby. Petulant and complaining, Sister Maralda crept under its boughs, muttering, and committing Sara’s soul to Purgatory. The rest declared they would rather die than take another step. Like the others, Sara’s body soon succumbed to fatigue. Any additional urging on her part to keep the women moving was futile. Bunched together beneath the branches, they soon fell into a weary slumber. She conceded and lay herself down to sleep under the shelter of the tree.
     Before sleep could overtake her, Sara studied the sleeping women and the world around her. Somewhere in its vastness lay her secret destiny. Her quest for it would be unrelenting. She was determined to live life to its fullest and revel in the glories of joy and love, security and freedom. One day, she decided, she would experience it all. First, however, she must bring them to safety. Then her life would truly begin.
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The Agincourt Bride by Joanna Hickson

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The epic story of the queen who founded the Tudor dynasty,
told through the eyes of her loyal nursemaid.
Her beauty fuelled a war.
Her courage captured a king.
Her passion would launch the Tudor dynasty.

When her own first child is tragically still-born, the young Mette is pressed into service as a wet-nurse at the court of the mad king, Charles VI of France. Her young charge is the princess, Catherine de Valois, caught up in the turbulence and chaos of life at court.

Mette and the child forge a bond, one that transcends Mette’s lowly position.
But as Catherine approaches womanhood, her unique position seals her fate as a pawn between two powerful dynasties. Her brother, The Dauphin and the dark and sinister, Duke of Burgundy will both use Catherine to further the cause of France.
Catherine is powerless to stop them, but with the French defeat at the Battle of Agincourt, the tables turn and suddenly her currency has never been higher. But can Mette protect Catherine from forces at court who seek to harm her or will her loyalty to Catherine place her in even greater danger?


The Bride of Agincourt is a biographical novel about the life of Catherine of Valois and highlights the events of the battles for and surrounding Agincourt, France. The story is told through the first person narrative of Guilliamette, also known as “Mette” who enters Catherine’s life as a wet nurse after the death of her firstborn. Mette becomes enchanted with Catherine and a strong bond that will last their entire lives is born. The novel portrays the journey and struggles each woman faces because of their rank and circumstances, bringing to life the social standards and expectations for women during the early 15th century.
From the days of her childhood, to her marriage to Henry V, to her love affair with Owen Tudor, Mette tells the secrets of Catherine’s life. She highlights Catherine’s wisdom and intelligence, as well as her beauty and social skills. Of course, there are a few love stories intertwined to keep the reader entertained.
With plenty of intrigue, scandals, and courtly machinations, there is plenty to laud about this finely written tale. Never boring and highly engaging, this is one tale of Catherine de Valois’ life not to miss! Highly recommended.

The Story of Land and Sea by Katy Simpson Smith

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Set in a small coastal town in North Carolina during the waning years of the American Revolution, this incandescent debut novel follows three generations of family—fathers and daughters, mother and son, master and slave, characters who yearn for redemption amidst a heady brew of war, kidnapping, slavery, and love.
Drawn to the ocean, ten-year-old Tabitha wanders the marshes of her small coastal village and listens to her father’s stories about his pirate voyages and the mother she never knew. Since the loss of his wife Helen, John has remained land-bound for their daughter, but when Tab contracts yellow fever, he turns to the sea once more. Desperate to save his daughter, he takes her aboard a sloop bound for Bermuda, hoping the salt air will heal her.

Years before, Helen herself was raised by a widowed father. Asa, the devout owner of a small plantation, gives his daughter a young slave named Moll for her tenth birthday. Left largely on their own, Helen and Moll develop a close but uneasy companionship. Helen gradually takes over the running of the plantation as the girls grow up, but when she meets John, the pirate turned Continental soldier, she flouts convention and her father’s wishes by falling in love. Moll, meanwhile, is forced into marriage with a stranger. Her only solace is her son, Davy, whom she will protect with a passion that defies the bounds of slavery.

In this elegant, evocative, and haunting debut, Katy Simpson Smith captures the singular love between parent and child, the devastation of love lost, and the lonely paths we travel in the name of renewal.


A powerful story of love, loss, and tolerance in the American south! Author Katy Simpson Smith has penned a tale of hardship set in North Carolina during the American Revolution. In a lyrical writing style that evokes vivid images, and through the narrative of three different characters, the author recreates the harsh realities of daily life during that tumultuous period. This gripping story unfolds with a great deal of detail interspersed with drama.

The plot revolves around a woman named Helen, and the most important relationships in her life – her husband John, her daughter Tabitha, her slave Moll, and her father Asa. When Helen dies during the birth of her only child, Tabitha, it sends the grieving family into turmoil, each blaming either themselves or others. The novel jumps back and forth in time and point of view, peeling back the layers of this complex story as each character struggles to come to terms with their own personal struggles in search for happiness and tranquility.

This is a deeply thought provoking novel, which must be savored at a leisurely pace in order to understand its intricate characters and underlying themes of power, slavery, and love. A very moving story indeed!

September 15, 2014

Bittersweet by Colleen McCullough

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In her first epic romantic novel since The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCullough weaves a sweeping story of two sets of twins—all trained as nurses, but each with her own ambitions—stepping into womanhood in 1920s and 30s Australia.

Because they are two sets of twins, the four Latimer sisters are as close as can be. Yet these vivacious young women each have their own dreams for themselves: Edda wants to be a doctor, Tufts wants to organize everything, Grace won’t be told what to do, and Kitty wishes to be known for something other than her beauty. They are famous throughout New South Wales for their beauty, wit, and ambition, but as they step into womanhood, they are not enthusiastic about the limited prospects life holds for them.

Together they decide to enroll in a training program for nurses—a new option for women of their time, who have previously been largely limited to the role of wives, and preferably mothers. As the Latimer sisters become immersed in hospital life and the demands of their training, they meet people and encounter challenges that spark new maturity and independence. They meet men from all walks of life—local farmers, their professional colleagues, and even men with national roles and reputations—and each sister must make weighty decisions about what she values most. The results are sometimes happy, sometimes heartbreaking, but always . . . bittersweet.

Rendered with McCullough’s trademark historical accuracy, this dramatic coming of age tale is wise in the ways of the human heart, one that will transport readers to a time in history that feels at once exotic and yet not so very distant from our own.


Bittersweet by Colleen McCullough is a family saga about four Latimer sisters – two sets of twins from two different mothers. The story is set in a small Australian town during the aftermath of World War I and the Great Depression. The four sisters, Edda and Grace, and Tufts and Kitty, leave their hometown to become nursing trainees at a nearby hospital. Upon their arrival, they are under the supervision of a very harsh Matron. Despite the terrible living and working conditions, the sisters persevere. Things improve when a new hospital superintendent named Dr. Charles Burdum takes over.

Four sisters - different from the other, with their own set of future aspirations. The story unfolds as each sister follows their own dreams and make their own life altering decisions. Despite their struggles, it is the bond of family that holds them together.

This is a novel about choices and the seeking of happiness and the many different ways this affects lives. The story has a little of everything, from sadness to great joy, life and death, and great love. Told with the author’s great wit, there are many poignant moments as well as humorous ones. A profoundly enriching novel!

September 13, 2014

The Second Duchess by Elizabeth Loupas

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A rich, compelling historical novel-and a mystery of royal intrigue. 

In a city-state known for magnificence, where love affairs and conspiracies play out amidst brilliant painters, poets and musicians, the powerful and ambitious Alfonso d'Este, duke of Ferrara, takes a new bride. Half of Europe is certain he murdered his first wife, Lucrezia, the luminous child of the Medici. But no one dares accuse him, and no one has proof-least of all his second duchess, the far less beautiful but delightfully clever Barbara of Austria. 
At first determined to ignore the rumors about her new husband, Barbara embraces the pleasures of the Ferrarese court. Yet wherever she turns she hears whispers of the first duchess's wayward life and mysterious death. Barbara asks questions-a dangerous mistake for a duchess of Ferrara. Suddenly, to save her own life, Barbara has no choice but to risk the duke's terrifying displeasure and discover the truth of Lucrezia's death-or she will share her fate.



Renaissance Italy is my favourite genre of historical fiction, and Elizabeth Loupas has written a wonderful story about two of this era's leading ladies. When Barbara of Austria marries Alfonso d'Este, the Duke of Ferrara, she has no idea she will be forced to encounter the ghost of his first wife, Lucrezia, who was said to have been poisoned. For the sake of her marriage, Barbara does her best to ignore the rumours, but she soon finds her husband to be less than what he appears. He is arrogant, coldly assessing, and a man who would be more than capable of murder to suit his own needs. Despite all this, Barbara is determined to unearth the secrets behind a hidden painting of his first wife and how and why she died.

The story is told through the points of view of Barbara and the ghost of Lucrezia - a fascinating tool that I found very powerful when it came to the development of both characters. These two distinct voices highlighted the differences and the similarities between the two minutes. But it was through the malevolent spirit of Lucrezia who revealed the secrets of her marriage. 

I loved this story. It engrossed me from the very first page and held my interest until the gripping ending. The author has done an excellent job of bring the royal courts of Renaissance Italy to vibrant life. The characters are ever evolving, always doing the unexpected, and becoming larger than life as more and more secrets are exposed. This is a wonderfully engaging story! One of the best in the genre of Italian historical fiction. 

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