Game of Queens by India Edghill



If you wonder what it's like to become a queen, read "Game of Queens" by India Edghill. In this Historical novel, I had the chance to experience the queenly lives of Vashti and Esther. A queen lives a life of beauty. There are horses, nightingales, silks and satins, banquets, etc. It's also a life where there is no freedom. It's a life of sacrifice. This novel speaks to women today. Most women will ask the question before death, have I ever really been free? Did love entrap me? Beauty? Money? A career? What?

Vashti and Esther loved the same man. His name is King Ahaseurus. Vashti loved him as a brother. Esther loved him for his manliness. Who gained or lost the most for their gift of love? The novel makes you question their motives and applaud their strengths.

There is a meeting of their friends too. Eunuchs. Men whose bodies have manipulated or shaped by castration. They are used by men in power. These men like Hegei and Hatach are capable of friendship and romantic love. They are people and not things. The author spends quite a few chapters sharing their lives as they walk throughout the palace too.

In the end, there is Vashti. Used as a pawn during a drunken night. Then, there is Esther who stands before us with the golden bowl of courage in her hand. She will always be remembered as the woman who saved her people from genocide. So it is with gratitude that India Edghill is thought of because through her words there is the discovery that bravery and valor is not only owned by men. It's owned by women too. www.IndiaEdghill.com

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Catherine E. Mckinley had a deep desire to know about Indigo. It became her purpose.

Image
"We watched the woman disappear into the bend of the road. It was unsettling. She seemed possessed, driven by some mimetic force. I was afraid that that force was also a part of me. I was also a worshiper, set wandering in an unfamiliar land."   It seems this week I have been driven to write about my mother. It has happened more than once. Here she is again. Tapping my shoulder a reminder that she loved blue. There is the one and only photo of her where she wears a dress of blue. The photo was taken years and years ago. In the photo are my two nephews, my mother and myself.. The photo was taken in West Philadelphia. She sewed it. A light blue that now I wish to call "Indigo." I have much to learn about Indigo. It is easy to pick up on the author, Catherine E. Mckinley's, fervent love for the color. One day my son asked me my favorite color. I said, "I don't have one." I don't. Perhaps, I choose colors by mood. Today red  and tomorrow green,
Read more

First Chapter First Paragraph

Image
http://www.bibliophilebythesea.blogspot.com Closed until June 13     "Michael Hunter stared at the hand-lettered sign on the Gull Motel office, expelled a breath, and raked his fingers through his hair. Not the welcome he'd been expecting after a mind-rumbling thirty-six-hour cross-country drive to the Oregon coast. And where was he supposed to stay for the next three weeks, until the place opened again?"
Read more

Are these the types of lives we are seeing and reading about in the news today?

Image
"The difference between life and death was information:..the greatest danger was not the river, but the desert beyond. There the temperatures were so hellish they melted stones, there was no water, and they could be preyed upon by scorpions, wildcats, and hungry real coyotes...Rattlesnakes, as well as coral, moccasin, and darting indigo snakes, came out to hunt at night, the time when the migrants set off, because the daytime heat was lethal." isabelallende
Read more