Philippa Gregory’s account of the life of Margaret Beaufort is incredibly fascinating. Part historical biography, part recreation, and part fiction, Gregory portrays Beaufort as an incredibly dedicated, ambitious woman who believed firmly in two things: that she was destined by God to be a great woman, and that her son, Henry VII, was destined to be King of England. She lived a hard life, and was underestimated by everyone around her.
I became personally invested in Margaret’s journey, and even though she’s not a likable figure, I admire her passion, devotion, and dedication. The writing was fluid, and it didn’t feel like I was reading about a historical figure (a talent that Gregory manages to imbue in all of her novels). My only issue was that some parts of the book were covered in detail in the previous novel, The White Queen, and it felt like I was re-reading these accounts. Other than that, I adored The Red Queen and became even more fascinated in the Tudors and the Plantagenets than I already was. Margaret Beaufort is an overlooked historical figure, and this novel gives her a chance to shine.