My Rating: 4.4
Brother turns on brother. The throne of England is at stake. The deadly Wars of the Roses have begun...
Philippa Gregory’s The White Queen takes readers deep into one of the most turbulent and tragic periods in English history. At the heart of it all is Elizabeth Woodville — a commoner whose beauty and ambition lead her to secretly marry the young King Edward IV. What follows is a tale steeped in rivalry, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power. Yet, beneath all the crowns and conflicts lies a woman trying to protect her family in a world ruled by men and manipulated by fate.
Gregory, as always, writes with her trademark blend of historical detail and storytelling flair. She pulls back the curtain on the women who moved quietly yet powerfully behind England’s throne — queens, mothers, and daughters who shaped dynasties in the shadows. The disappearance of Elizabeth’s two young sons, the Princes in the Tower, remains one of history’s great unsolved mysteries, and Gregory weaves it through the narrative with chilling tension.
That said, The White Queen didn’t capture my heart in the same way The Lady of the Rivers did. Jacquetta and Richard felt alive — vibrant, human, and magnetic. Here, I struggled to connect with the characters. Perhaps it was the endless web of scheming, the repetition of names (so many Richards, Edwards, and Georges!), or the heavy air of ambition that overshadowed warmth.
It’s surprising this was the installment chosen for a television adaptation. While it certainly has the drama and grandeur for the screen, the emotional depth that made The Lady of the Rivers so special was missing for me.
For now, I’m setting the Plantagenets aside — just a short pause. The endless plotting and palace intrigue can be exhausting, but I know I’ll return. Philippa Gregory has a way of pulling readers back into her world of power, passion, and peril. The next time I visit, I’ll be ready to dive back into the tangled roots of England’s royal past.