I am re-reading Henry James as a change from history. I began with Daisy Miller, and I've just finished Washington Square. What a brilliant, painful book.
My mother, who was quite sharp when I was young, became utterly mild.
Ninety-seven is my lucky number.
King Charles II liked women's company and well as making love to them.
I hate the only one of my book jackets when I was made up professionally, my hair made into a smooth bell.
The concentration in my book on Marie Antoinette's childhood and on her family influences. It is surprising how some books actually start with her arrival in France!