I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
I don't know what to say about this book. I hate talking about books like this because I can't treat it as purely fiction, nor purely non-fiction. It was well written; it was riveting, even when I was wondering why the hell I was still reading a book about a man flat on his back in a hospital bed. I kept trying to drag MT into it so he could share my bemusement (he wouldn't be dragged).
At the end I'm left with two lingering questions:
Where the hell does the title of this book come into play?
Why, if this book uses factual evidence, do so many academic sources still claim Richard III killed the princes?
I enjoyed this, but I think someone with a stronger interest in the history of the British monarchy would eat this up and appreciate far more than I did. And I'll definitely be checking out Tey's more traditional mysteries.