A slice above the rest

Why have you people not told me about the Other Boleyn Girl? I made an impulse purchase at the book store a few weeks ago and picked it up. I had heard it was good, a tad trashy. I know there was a movie in the making.

But I also felt it might be a moot point. Everyone knows what happened to Anne Boleyn: declared a treasonous adulterer and lost her head at the Tower green in the Tower of London.

I must say, well done to Philippa Gregory. She took a very well-known story and added in layers of intrigue marked with desire, deception and the ultimate quest for power and wrapped it into a delicious novel that took me a day to devour.

While I know it is a work of fiction, and the lives of these girls is lost into the swiss cheese accounts of history, but she did a damn fine job of using her reserach and her imagination.

I was caught up, to say the least. And the characters were so richly drawn that at one point, I railled at Anne's cutthroat, tireless quest for the throne that betrayed not only her sister but her own soul.

There is not much better than a magnificent book. I plan on renting the movie although I already expect disappointment. Only a handful of movies have ever matched the passion I felt for the books. But I crave just a few more hours of the beautiful Boleyn girls.