Reviews, recommendations, memes and general book-related musings on my favorite topics such as the Anglo-Saxons, Plantagenets, Tudors, Roman Britain, Fashion History, Paranormal Experiences, Biblical Archaeology and Studies, (pretty much archaeology, period), US History, and more!
First I would like to say my apologies for not making it around to all of the blogs last week, especially those who commented here. I hope everyone saw my quick note about having gotten a concussion last Thursday and being unwell in the following couple days while the headaches and nausea did their work and finally subsided. I will be much more functional this weekend and make it around to see what first lines you've all chosen.
Happy Friday! it has been rainy all week and I am excited to do nothing this weekend except read and work on my book. Of course, I am trying to hack my way through my TBR list while still researching and writing about Eleanor of Aquitaine. A couple months ago I was incredibly lucky to have received a copy of my book for this week from Amberley Publishing. Unfortunately the file format was kind of wonky and I could not adjust the size of the words to read with ease. So naturally I did the next best thing: I submitted a purchase request to my public library and finally got my hands on the physical copy a couple weeks ago.
Totally. Worth. The. Wait.
I love Catherine. Truly, completely am in such awe of her strength and intelligence, and how she held fast to the title that was rightfully hers, Queen of England. She did, after all, learn from her mother - the indomitable Isabella of Castile and it is tragic and heartbreaking not only that Catherine and Mary were separated after Henry's break with Rome and subsequent marriage to the Concubine (Chapuys' words, not mine), but that even in illness and the face of death, they were never allowed to see one another again.
This week's first line is actually three sentences, because I do what I want:
"This story begins with a map. A map that depicts a world that no longer exists; a map painted on paper that has itself disappeared - burned, lost, drenched or reused at some point in more than five hundred intervening years."
Leave a comment below about my line or feel free to share one of your own. Then take a look at what my fellow First-Liners have for you this week.