Hello everyone!
Back to book reviews, and I've suddenly realized I don't have all that many from the seaside it looks like. What just happened?
I know for a fact that I had taken roughly about forty new titles with me on vacation, but that doesn't mean I managed to read them all, which, I'm pretty sure, will be a surprise to a lot of people who know me, because I'm always reading something. Usually more than one thing at a time.
And now it looks like I still have a mountain to climb!
Shocking, I know.
I blame it on The Lord of the Rings, because I always take it with me on summer vacation and end up usually reading it over the spen of a week, just to keep it flowing and also to keep my mind sane (no dreaming about Rangers or Elves, if I'm careful).
But one of the books I did manage to read was Alison Weir's Elizabeth of York.
