How could two literary grandes dames of the early 20th century suffer such opposing fortunes? Both Virginia Woolf and Dorothy Richardson can reasonably lay claim to have been the mother of the modernist stream-of-consciousness writing style.
Sixteen-year-old Prince Jared has barely ascended to the throne of Archenfield when his cousin Axel lays plans to usurp him. With the threat of war from neighbouring Paddenburg, Jared badly needs to make alliances, both at home and abroad. But will Jared or Axel secure the most support - and which of their "friends" can they trust?
To know your mother was raped multiple times and obliged to suffer unspeakable humiliation to survive the Holocaust is bad enough. To hear her tell the story chapter and verse and then relive her painful experiences while assembling them into a book must be excruciating.