This might be Philippa Gregory's first non-V.C. Andrews book. She spared me Flowers in the Attic and I thought she did an okay job of creating a character whom both Mary and Elizabeth Tudor would speak frankly to, but goddamn, the comma splices.
Lovely brain candy while cuddled on the couch in fleece, once I was home showered and warm, with a pot of Earl Gray Lavender tea beside me and a cockatiel nearby.