Book : Mary, Bloody Mary - Meyer, Carolyn

-Titulo Original : Mary, Bloody Mary

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HMH Books For Young Readers

-Descripcion Original:

The story of Mary Tudors childhood is a classic fairy tale: A princess who is to inherit the throne of England is separated from her mother; abused by an evil stepmother who has enchanted her father; stripped of her title; and forced to care for her baby stepsister, who inherits Marys rights to the throne. Believe it or not, its all true. Told in the voice of the young Mary, this novel explores the history and intrigue of the dramatic rule of Henry VIII, his outrageous affair with and marriage to the bewitching Anne Boleyn, and the consequences of that relationship for his firstborn daughter. Carolyn Meyer has written a compassionate historical novel about love and loss, jealousy and fear--and a girls struggle with forces far beyond her control. Review Riveting.-Publishers Weekly Engrossing emotional intensity.-Kirkus Reviews (pointer review) Meyer writes powerfully and sympathetically, mixing the grim details of life in the 1500s with glamorous, fascinating descriptions of life in the court of Henry VIII.-Booklist This interesting and well-researched fictional biography brings a bit of history vividly and compellingly to life.-VOYA About the Author Carolyn Meyer is the acclaimed author of more than fifty books for young people. Her many award-winning novels include Mary, Bloody Mary, an ABA Pick of the Lists, an NCSS-CBC Notable Childrens Trade Book in the Field of Social Studies, and an ALA Best Book for Young Adults; Anastasia: The Last Grand Duchess, a New York Times bestseller; White Lilacs, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, an NYPL Best Book for the Teen Age, and an IRA Young Adults Choice; and Marie, Dancing, a BookSense Pick . Ms. Meyer lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Visit her website at readcarolyn . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 King Francis I inherited King Henrys fiery temper-no one would deny that! And so, on the day I learned that he had betrothed me to the king of France, I exploded. I cannot believe that my father would pledge me to that disgusting old man! I raged, and hurled the bed pillows onto the floor of my chamber. I shall not, not, NOT marry him! I was but ten years old and had yet to master my anger nor learn its use as a weapon. I shouted and stamped my feet until at last my fury subsided in gusts of tears. Between sobs I stole glances at my governess, the long-nosed Lady Margaret, countess of Salisbury. She stitched on her needlework as though nothing were happening. Come now, the countess soothed, her needle flicking in and out, in and out, it is only a betrothal, and that-as you well know-is quite a long way from marriage. Besides, madam, the king wishes it. Her calm made me even angrier. I dont care what he wishes! My father pays so little attention to me that I doubt he even remembers who I am! A thin smile creased Salisburys face, and she set down her embroidery hoop and dabbed at my cheeks with a fine linen handkerchief. He knows, dear Mary, he knows. You grow more like him every day-his fair skin, his lively blue eyes, his shining red-gold hair. She tucked the handkerchief into the sleeve of her kirtle and sighed. And, unfortunately, his temper as well. Suddenly exhausted, I flung myself onto my great bed. When is it to be, Salisbury? I murmured. King Francis and his court intend to arrive in April for the Feast of Saint George. We have three months to prepare. The royal dressmaker will soon begin work on your new gown. Your mother, the queen, sent word that she favors green trimmed with white for you. Youre to have a cloak made of cloth of gold. I hate green, I grumbled. Perhaps this was a battle I could win, although my gentle, patient mother matched my father in stubbornness. And I absolutely do not care if green and white are our royal colors! It seems that today madam dislikes near