Read from June 25, 2014 to March 07, 2015
Happy Bunny, me. Nabbed a hardback, large print beauty.
Withdrawn from Liverpool Libraries.
Description: The tragic story of the doomed romance between Charlotte, heir to the English throne, and Leopold, uncle of Queen Victoria and first King of the Belgians. A story that Jane Austen famously declined to tell, declaring: “I could no more write a romance than an epic poem.”
Charlotte was the only legitimate royal child of her generation, and her death in childbirth resulted in a public outpouring of grief the like of which was not to be seen again until the death of Diana, over 150 years later. Charlotte’s death was followed by an unseemly scramble to produce a substitute heir. Queen Victoria was the product.
Opening: No one knows better than a medical man how to kill himself. Sir Richard Croft did it very neatly. He slouched in a tall wing chair and put a pistol in his mouth. When he pulled the trigger, his blood and brains were caught by the back of the chair. Only the bullet tore on through into the wall.
This book lacks a context. It is one thing to willingly look up pictures and additional trivia snippets to flesh out a read, quite another to have to do it just to keep the story straight in one's noddle.