I started reading this book back in January, with visions of the classic black and white movie (which I really like) playing in my head. I enjoyed the first 20 or 30 pages or so, and then ... blah. Blah, blah.

I'm a tudor nut, and a big historical fiction fan, and I love anything British, so you'd think that a) I'd have read this book before now and b) I'd devour it & love it. Not so.

There are some bloody fantastic scenes in this book that I loved, but a lot of little scenes that were pointless and just dragged the book out. I'm glad I finally read this, but I can't say I'll ever waste time reading it again.