This is a first-person fictional YA biography of Mary, Queen of Scots, part of the author's Young Royals series. Others in the series detail the lives of Marie Antoinette, Catherine de Medici, Catherine of Aragon, and Queen Anne.
When King James V dies in 1542, his newborn daughter Mary is crowned queen of Scotland. Betrothed to the dauphin of France, Mary is raised in the French court and, when old enough, marries and becomes the queen of France. In spite of her position, she has very little power and all that she has vanishes the day her husband dies. Determined to claim her rightful place as the queen of Scotland, she returns to Britain. But not everyone is happy with a female ruler, and not everyone supports her claim to the throne. She is surrounded by traitors and doesn't know whom to trust. Perhaps if she follows her heart, she can make peace with her cousin, Queen Elizabeth of England.
I am keenly interested in the history of England and Scotland's monarchs and I love reading about the kings and queens of old. Their lives were often tragic and filled with misery, but it's all very fascinating to me. However, sad to say, I wasn't impressed with this novel and I had to force myself to finish it. First of all, though it's titled, "The Wild Queen: The Days and Nights of Mary, Queen of Scots," this is misleading. The book (and the queen herself) is actually quite tame. Sure, Mary makes a few foolish decisions, but she is hardly the fiery, untamed queen that the title and description implies. And she is not promiscuous in the least. Indeed, she remains a virgin for more than half the book, until she marries her second husband. While some historical accounts suggest she had a passionate affair with her personal secretary, in this novel, she doesn't. But it's okay, because the author assures us repeatedly throughout the book that Mary is quite "wild."
My second complaint lies with the fact that the entire book reads like a history textbook, except that it's in first-person, with dialogue. It is a prime example of what not to do when writing a novel. As the expression goes, "Show, don't tell." You're supposed to fill your novel with scenes depicting what happens. Instead, this novel merely tells us everything that happens. For example:
"On the December 17, 1566 (sic) the little prince was christened in the chapel royal at Stirling with all the pomp and ceremony and majesty that a prince deserved and the Catholic church could offer. The countess of Argyll stood as Queen Elizabeth's proxy. My son was named Charles, in honor of the king of France, his godfather, and James, in honor of my father and grandfather."
Instead of coldly stating these facts, it would have been nice if the author had described the scene. Let us see the priest holding the squirming baby, hear the excited murmurs of the crowd, smell the incense and burning candles, feel the tremors of pride that rush through the queen as she watches her infant son being baptized. What could have been an exciting scene was instead reduced to a few bland sentences. The entire book is written this way: very detached, very distant. Even though it's written in first-person, you never truly get inside the queen's head. You never learn to sympathize with her, or to feel what she's feeling. It's all very dull, like a history book, with lots of recitations of names and dates and events.
I had hoped to enjoy this novel, however I cannot give it more than two stars. Not recommended.