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cher_n_books 's review for:
The Taming of the Queen
by Philippa Gregory
4 stars - It was great. I loved it.
A fascinating insight into the life of Queen Kateryn Parr, a rare and fierce woman centuries ahead of her own time. As always, Philippa Gregory excelled at bringing these historical figures and events to life.
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Favorite Quote: To assure someone that if enough nuns sing enough Masses then her dead child will go to heaven is trickery as low as passing a false coin as good. To buy a pardon from the pope, to force the pope to annul a marriage, to make him set aside kinship laws, to watch as he fleeces his cardinals, who charge the bishops, who rent to the priests, who seek their tithes from the poor – all these abuses would have to fall away if we agreed that a soul can come to God without any intervention. The crucifixion is the work of God. The church is the work of man.
First Sentence: He stands before me, as broad as an ancient oak, his face like a full moon caught high in the topmost branches, the rolls of creased flesh upturned with goodwill.
A fascinating insight into the life of Queen Kateryn Parr, a rare and fierce woman centuries ahead of her own time. As always, Philippa Gregory excelled at bringing these historical figures and events to life.
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Favorite Quote: To assure someone that if enough nuns sing enough Masses then her dead child will go to heaven is trickery as low as passing a false coin as good. To buy a pardon from the pope, to force the pope to annul a marriage, to make him set aside kinship laws, to watch as he fleeces his cardinals, who charge the bishops, who rent to the priests, who seek their tithes from the poor – all these abuses would have to fall away if we agreed that a soul can come to God without any intervention. The crucifixion is the work of God. The church is the work of man.
First Sentence: He stands before me, as broad as an ancient oak, his face like a full moon caught high in the topmost branches, the rolls of creased flesh upturned with goodwill.