Gilt (The Royal Circle #1)
Katherine Longshore
Hardcover: 416 pages
Release Date: May 15, 2012
Publisher: Viking (Penguin)
ISBN: 0670013994
Source: Sacramento/San Francisco Book Review
Rating: Really Liked
From Goodreads.
In the court of King Henry VIII, nothing is free— and love comes at the highest price of all. When Kitty Tylney’s best friend, Catherine Howard, worms her way into King Henry VIII’s heart and brings Kitty to court, she’s thrust into a world filled with fabulous gowns, sparkling jewels, and elegant parties. No longer stuck in Cat’s shadow, Kitty’s now caught between two men—the object of her affection and the object of her desire. But court is also full of secrets, lies, and sordid affairs, and as Kitty witnesses Cat’s meteoric rise and fall as queen, she must figure out how to keep being a good friend when the price of telling the truth could literally be her head.
Remember how I said I wasn’t a fan of historical fiction? I may be
changing my mind after reading Gilt
by Katherine Longshore! Then again I love all things Henry VIII and that time
period so I may be biased when it comes to this book. Also and I know Katherine
will groan when I say this but I loved the show The Tudors c’mon Henry Cavil
and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers need I say more ;) ;)
The thing I loved about this book was it was historically accurate (or
as accurate as it could be) Katherine being a history buff did her research and
did it well! That being said Catherine Howard wasn't my favorite of Henry’s
wives and I actually couldn’t stand her in the book either; she was a selfish
obnoxious brat. I actually felt myself feeling really sorry for poor Henry
marrying such a horrible person heck I would have chopped her head off too! I
adored Kitty though the MC she was brave and selfless, sometimes a little naïve
in the ways of the court but, she held her ground against some pretty big
rivals. The one thing I didn’t like about her was her protectiveness of Cat, I
would have told on her in a heartbeat and saved myself lol she was never a true
friend only a social climber. There were a good amount of handsome men in this
book but only one captured mine and Kitty’s heart his name was William and he
was *sighs* perfect. What I really loved about William and Kitty’s relationship
was that it started outside of court so we got to see them as they were, and
not twisted into some deception or game of Cat’s because that chick loved her
games. I mean William thought Kitty was beautiful covered in mud which
coincidentally just happens to be the passage I’m going to share with you ;)
Ok so before the passage I just wanted to say that Katherine is
writing the next book in The Royal Circle trilogy and, she said it takes place 20 years before Gilt. If my math is correct that would mean it’s around the middle of Catherine of Aragon’s reign, a few years after the birth of Mary. So maybe the next two books are about the
first Catherine and Anne Boelyn??? (One can hope)
Here’s the passage between William and Kitty J
I wiped at the
mud ineffectively. William coughed. If he started laughing again, I thought I
might smack him.
“It’s a lovely
color on you, Kitty,” he said.
Lovely color. It
was a horrible color. Reminiscent of bodily functions. In spite of myself,
laughter burbled in my chest.
“I look
frightful,” I admonished him. “Mud is a color flattering to no one.” I caught a
smile creeping across my own lips.
“Monks’ habits
are often that very brown.”
“We don’t see
many monks around here, anymore,” I reminded him. Not since King Henry had shut
down all the religious houses. “Besides, I don’t think I’d be accepted into a
monastery.”
“Oh, really?” he
asked with a grin. “Skeletons in your cupboard?”
“Wouldn’t you
like to know?”
“Actually,” he
said “I find secrets get in the way.” And suddenly his expression opened.
Vulnerable. I could read everything he was thinking. He looked shy. And hopeful.
“That’s good,” I
said. “Because I have none.” None of my own, anyway. I looked away to hide the
hope my own face reflected.
Westminster
Palace stared back at me from its empty eye sockets. I remembered what William
had said before I fell into the mud.
“Is it really
more beautiful up close? I asked. From Lambeth, it didn’t look beautiful at
all.
“I didn’t mean
Westminster,” he said quietly. I felt his gaze on my face and couldn’t move.
Could hardly think. “I meant you.”
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