I do need to revisit Elizabeth: The Golden Age just because, but the way the film is framed-with an anachronistically young Isabella Clara Eugenia much more interested in a doll of Queen Elizabeth than her father’s promises to put her on the throne present at both beginning and end of the film-is certainly trying to say something about relationships between women, especially royal women. But this book has a little more in common with Elizabeth: The Golden Age than it does with the first film. And then Anastasia, who should definitely be on that list in the first place.) While I imagine it had largely little to do with the launch of The Royal Diaries, I find it pretty awesome that Elizabeth I was having a pretty good last few years of the millennium, with the release of Elizabeth.
(I made that above list of common lady royals taught in American classrooms without realizing that they constitute the first four books in the series.
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This is more for myself than for bookselling in general-firstly, I’m no longer a bookseller ( for now, she said ominously) and secondly, because The Royal Diaries only very recently relaunched, reissuing the books with snazzy new covers.Įlizabeth I: The Red Rose of the House of Tudor kicked off the series in 1999 with one of the big guns.
Accordingly, I adore the latter and remember nothing of the former.) I’ve been meaning to return as an adult and read all the books in order. (I had to read Silas Marner to get to Good Omens. Though not deep enough to read obsessively-by the time I discovered them, I was already making deals with my mother about what I had to read to get to what I wanted to read. (Holy crow, Edwidge Danticat wrote the Anacaona book? That’s awesome!) Long before I began cross-stitching lady business’s motto “All the ladies, all the time” onto my metaphorical throw pillows, having a such a diverse crowd of royal women for preteen girls to read about, get interested in, and look up to, appealed to me on a pretty deep level. (And Cleopatra, of course, but she’s largely covered in English class under Shakespeare’s Anthony and Cleopatra.) But The Royal Diaries included much more than that basic sampling, from Princess Kaiulani to Chikako, Princess Kazu to Anacaona. Usually, when royal women are talked about in American public schools, it’s Elizabeth I, Queen Isabella, and Marie Antoinette. I read one or two of them when I was still in the target audience, many moons ago, but largely, I was more impressed by how diverse The Royal Diaries was. But The Royal Diaries, which took the formula and reapplied it to young royal women throughout human history, was, in my young eyes, clearly superior. My Name is America was Dear America’s staff counterpart, while My America was aimed at younger children. It was so popular that it’s not only been recently relaunched (as of 2010, with both new titles in the series and just reissues of the original), but spun off three other series. (I literally just had this conversation last week, while visiting a college friend in Texas.) First published between 19, the series featured diaries written from the perspectives of young women at critical moments in American history. When I’m cherry-picking nostalgia bombs with other bookish people my age, Scholastic Press’ Dear America inevitably comes up when you’re talking book series of the late nineties and early aughts. The Royal Diaries: Elizabeth I: Red Rose of the House of Tudor
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