Thursday, 30 April 2026

Book Review - Lucie Dumas by Katherine Mezzacappa




Lucie Dumas
By Katherine Mezzacappa


Publication Date: March 30th, 2026
Publisher: Stairwell Books
Pages: 278
Genre: Historical Fiction

London, 1871: Lucie Dumas of Lyon has accepted a stipend from her former lover and his wife, on condition that she never returns to France; she will never see her young son again. As the money proves inadequate, Lucie turns to prostitution to live, joining the ranks of countless girls from continental Europe who'd come to London in the hope of work in domestic service.


Escaping a Covent Garden brothel for a Magdalen penitentiary, Lucie finds only another form of incarceration and thus descends to the streets, where she is picked up by the author Samuel Butler, who sets her up in her own establishment and visits her once a week for the next two decades. But for many years she does not even know his name.


Based on true events.


Book Rating:

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š⭐ = A book in a million

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š = I could not put this book down. I Highly Recommend it.

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š = A really great read.

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š = It was enjoyable.

πŸ“šπŸ“š = It was okay.

πŸ“š = Um...! πŸ˜•

My Review

Lucie Dumas

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š = A really great read.

I’ve always been drawn to books based on true stories, especially those that explore lives you might otherwise never encounter. There’s something about real experiences—however quiet or complex—that tends to stay with me longer. Lucie Dumas is one of those books. It doesn’t rely on dramatic storytelling, but instead offers a thoughtful, layered account of a life shaped over time by circumstance, loss, and quiet endurance.
Lucie herself sits at the heart of the novel. At first, she comes across as composed and self-contained, someone who has learned how to navigate the limits of her world with careful control. Her life in London feels structured, almost deliberately so, as though every detail has been arranged to keep something deeper at bay. But as the narrative moves between her past in Lyon and her present, that sense of control begins to feel more fragile—something maintained rather than truly secure. Her life doesn’t hinge on big, decisive moments, but on a series of small shifts that gradually narrow her choices.
Gaston plays an important role in this earlier part of her life, though not in an overwhelming way. He represents the possibility of something different, a life that might have taken another direction. But that sense of possibility is never fully realised. Instead of a sudden turning point, the change comes slowly, almost imperceptibly, as hope gives way to reality. That gradual shift is what gives the story much of its emotional weight—it feels less like a fall, and more like a quiet redirection.
Back in London, the tone becomes more contained. Lucie’s world feels smaller, defined by routine and by the few people who pass through it. Monsieur is central to this part of her life, offering a kind of stability, but one that comes with its own limitations. Their relationship never quite settles into something equal, and that imbalance lingers beneath even the most ordinary moments.
In contrast, Brigid and Alfred bring a softer presence to the story. Their roles are understated, but meaningful. They offer glimpses of connection that feel more genuine and less restrictive, even if those moments remain small within the wider scope of Lucie’s life.
One of the most affecting elements of the novel is the absence that runs through it, especially when it comes to her son. He exists more in memory and imagination than in reality, and that distance quietly shapes much of what Lucie reflects on. It’s not presented as a single, overwhelming grief, but as something constant—always there, just beneath the surface.
As the story moves on, the focus turns increasingly inward. Time passes not through dramatic events, but through subtle changes—quieter days, fewer visitors, a growing stillness. There’s a sense of life gently contracting, and with that comes a different kind of clarity. Even her illness feels like part of this same progression, rather than a sudden shift, bringing together what has been building all along.
What stands out most is how the novel refuses to force meaning onto Lucie’s life. It doesn’t try to shape her story into a lesson or a warning. Instead, it allows her experiences to exist as they are—observed, remembered, and left open to interpretation. The framing of the narrative adds another layer, hinting that even this account is being subtly shaped, without ever overwhelming her voice.
By the end, what stays with you isn’t a single dramatic moment, but the feeling of having spent time in Lucie’s world—seeing things as she sees them, sitting with her memories, and understanding the spaces in between. The novel doesn’t tie everything up neatly, and it doesn’t need to. It simply comes to a quiet, fitting close.
It’s a thoughtful, understated read—one that lingers not because of what it says outright, but because of what it leaves unsaid.



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Katherine Mezzacappa


Katherine Mezzacappa is Irish but currently lives in Carrara, between the Apuan Alps and the Tyrrhenian Sea. She wrote The Ballad of Mary Kearney (Histria) and The Maiden of Florence (Fairlight) under her own name, as well as four historical novels (2020-2023) with Zaffre, writing as Katie Hutton. She also has three contemporary novels with Romaunce Books, under the pen name Kate Zarrelli. The Maiden of Florence was shortlisted for the Historical Writers’Association Gold Crown award in 2025 and has also been published in Italian.

Katherine’s short fiction has been published in journals worldwide. She has in addition published academically in the field of 19th century ephemeral illustrated fiction, and in management theory. She has been awarded competitive residencies by the Irish Writers Centre, the Danish Centre for Writers and Translators and (to come) the Latvian Writers House.

Katherine also works as a manuscript assessor and as a reader and judge for an international short story and novel competition. She has in the past been a management consultant, translator, museum curator, library assistant, lecturer in History of Art, sewing machinist and geriatric care assistant. In her spare time she volunteers with a second-hand book charity of which she is a founder member.

She is a member of the Society of Authors, the Historical Novel Society, the Irish Writers Centre, the Irish Writers Union, Irish PEN / PEN na hÉireann and the Romantic Novelists Association, and reviews for the Historical Novel Review. She is lead organiser for the Historical Novel Society 2026 Conference in Maynooth, Co. Kildare.

Katherine has a first degree in History of Art from UEA, an M.Litt. in Eng. Lit. from Durham and a Masters in Creative Writing from Canterbury Christ Church.




Book Spotlight: Margery & Me by Maryka Biaggio


Margery & Me
By Maryka Biaggio


Publication Date: April 21st, 2026
Publisher: Regal House Publishing
Pages: 292
Genre: Historical Fiction


In the 1920s, Margery Crandon captivated both Boston society and psychic researchers with her astonishing seances. At her gatherings, her deceased brother Walter regularly appeared, entertaining the circle with his witty and cheeky remarks.

Margery's abilities earned her the admiration of luminaries, including Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and William Butler Yeats. But one man stood in opposition: Harry Houdini, the legendary magician, who was determined to expose her as a fraud.

Margery and Me tells the true story of the medium who mystified scientists, challenged skeptics, and sparked a sensation across America and Europe. As Houdini and Margery clashed in a battle of wits and wills, the question remained:

Could the master illusionist unmask her, or would her extraordinary powers be enough to convert even the most resolute of doubters?



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Maryka Biaggio


Maryka Biaggio is a psychology professor-turned-novelist who brings forgotten lives back into the light. Specializing in historical fiction inspired by real people, she crafts emotionally resonant narratives anchored in careful research.

Her debut novel, Parlor Games (Doubleday, 2013), launched a distinguished career that includes Gun Girl and the Tall Guy and Margery and Me. Her work has earned numerous accolades, including the Willamette Writers Award, Oregon Writers Colony Award, Historical Novel Society Review Editors' Choice, La Belle Lettre Award, and a Publishers Weekly pick.

Biaggio is celebrated for illuminating overlooked historical figures with psychological depth and narrative grace.


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Tuesday, 28 April 2026

Book Excerpt: Infidel: The Daughters of Aragon (Six Tudor Queens) by Nicola Harris

 


Infidel: The Daughters of Aragon 
(Six Tudor Queens)
By Nicola Harris


Publication Date: 5th March 2026
Publisher: ‎Independently Published
Print Length: 268 Pages
Genre: Biographical Historical Fiction | Tudor Fiction | Historical Fiction

Born in the glittering courts of Castile and Aragon and forged in the shadow of war, Catalina de AragΓ³n grows up surrounded by queens, rebels, and explorers. She is her mother’s last daughter, the final jewel of a dynasty built on conquest and faith, and the one child Isabella of Castile cannot bear to lose.

But destiny has already claimed Catalina.

Promised to Prince Arthur of England since childhood, she is raised to bind kingdoms, soothe old wounds, and carry the hopes of an empire across the sea. Yet, Spain fractures under rebellion, grief, and the ruthless zeal of its own rulers.

From the burning streets of Granada to the storm lashed Bay of Biscay, Catalina and her sisters must navigate a treacherous path shaped by ambition, betrayal, and the dangerous love of men who fear the power of queens. She learns to read cyphers, to read hearts, and to stand unbroken even as her childhood is stripped from her piece by piece.

And when she finally sails for England armed with her mother’s lessons, her father’s steel, and the ghosts of the Alhambra at her back, Catalina steps into her fate not as a girl, but as a force.

A princess.
A survivor.
A daughter of Aragon.

Infidel is the story of a young woman raised for greatness and destined to reshape the fate of nations. This is Catalina, as she has never been seen before. She is fierce, vulnerable, and unforgettable.

A sweeping, intimate portrait of sisterhood, survival, and the making of a dynasty, Infidel reveals the hidden lives of a woman whose courage shaped the Tudor world.

Excerpt

Juana:

The shade beneath the lemon tree was cool, and Maria sat cross legged, fists clenched, watching Juan with a hawk like intensity. He was twelve now and fancied himself a man. Today, he was pretending to be the High Inquisitor.
Two page boys knelt before him, wrists bound with garden twine. Juan strutted before them, robes billowing, although it was only a velvet curtain stolen from the nursery, pinned together with Isabel’s sewing pins. He raised a stick like a sceptre and proclaimed their heresy with theatrical solemnity.
Catalina dozed in my lap, her breath warm against my arm, fingers curled into my bodice. Beside me, Isabel’s needle hovered mid stitch.
‘I wonder,’ she murmured, ‘if Alfonso and I will still like each other now we’re grown.’
I brushed a curl from Catalina’s brow. ‘You speak perfect Portuguese, and you were fond of each other as children. By the time you’re Queen of Portugal, you’ll know your place, what your duties are, and your husband. That’s more than most brides can say.’
Isabel smiled faintly. ‘I know. But I’d rather not spend my life with someone dull. He used to laugh at my jokes.’
‘He will,’ I said. ‘You’re more mature now, but still amusing. That’s rare.’
She laughed softly. ‘Rare, but not romantic.’
‘Do your nightmares still wake you in the night, Isabel?’
‘Sometimes,’ She said, ‘but the fear of childbirth is natural for a new bride. Don’t you think?’
A cry split the air. One of the page boys gasped, face drained of colour. Juan had looped the twine around his neck and was pulling, not in play, but with grim, frightening fury.
I lurched to my feet, jolting Catalina awake. She wailed. ‘Maria! Fetch Mother!’
Dropping to my knees, I prised Juan’s hands from the boy’s throat. He resisted, flushed with triumph. The boy collapsed, coughing, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Juan sneered. ‘He is a false converso. He deserves it.’
‘He is a child!’ I spat, clutching Catalina to my chest. ‘What are you doing, Juan? Have you run mad? The boy is a servant and in your household. It’s.’
Maria sprinted across the scorched lawn. Moments later, Queen Isabella swept in, skirts flying, rosary clutched in her hand. She entered like a thunderclap.
‘Juan! Stop this at once!’
He dropped the twine but stood tall. ‘I was only doing what they do in the real trials.’
‘My angel,’ she said, voice trembling, ‘you mustn’t hurt people. Sometimes you are such a child, and the next so adult.’
Rage surged through me. ‘Do you think making children watch burnings will make us kind mother? Children turn the horror they see into games to try to make sense of it. Don’t you know that?’
Her eyes snapped to mine. Before I could brace, her hand struck my cheek. The sound rang through the garden like a bell.
I staggered. Catalina woke suddenly and screamed in my arms. Isabel dropped her embroidery.
‘You teach us cruelty, Mother, and call it justice,’ I said, voice shaking. ‘And now you’re surprised when it takes root in your son?’
Isabel slipped away before the storm could break. Juan sulked beneath the lemon tree, proud and silent. Catalina’s sobs softened into hiccups against my shoulder. My cheek burned, but the fire in my chest was fiercer. 
The page boy had been carried off, pale and trembling. Only the Queen stood rigid, fury barely contained, rosary clenched in her shaking hands.
‘You taught him this,’ I said, low but steady. ‘And now you’re shocked when he acts it out. I’m surprised you still have shackles enough for all the so called heretics you have burned.’
She stepped closer, voice trembling. ‘We must protect Christians from conversos who cling to their old ways. They light candles on the Sabbath, refuse pork, and bury their dead with straight arms. They mock our faith.’
I shifted Catalina to my hip. ‘You do know Jesus was a Jew, don’t you? He will not approve of you garrotting his people.’
She ignored me, pacing. ‘The Jews turn their beds to the wall before death. They bury their dead in Christian soil but follow Jewish rites. It is heresy. Defiance.’
‘Is that why you dig up the dead? To burn their bones? Do you hear how mad that sounds? People will think you are as insane as Grandmother.’
Her hand twitched but did not strike. ‘Your grandmother is not insane. Her stepson betrayed her. She withdrew from the world because she was wise. And the conversos, they are Judaizers. They spread their beliefs among good Christians.’
I shook my head. ‘Most noble families in Castile and Aragon have Jewish blood. Judges, priests and even notaries were once Jews. Perhaps some cling to old customs. But so do the uneducated masses. You must stop the radical priests who whip up hatred. Your people are turning on each other.’
She lifted her chin. The Church deals with heresy through inquisitions. It always has.’
I looked at her, my mother, my queen, and I felt the distance between us stretch like a chasm. Catalina stirred, and I held her tighter.
‘You were seen, Juana,’ she said. Spitting out the host. The body of Christ. In front of the priest, before God.’
I turned slowly. ‘Yes. I spat it out.’
She gasped. ‘You desecrated the sacrament. You insulted the Church.’
‘I refuse to lie,’ I said. ‘I do not believe in your God who demonises the Jews. My Jesus is different from yours.’
Her shoulders tensed. ‘Why do you defend God’s enemies?’
‘Because it’s the truth.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘You speak as if you know better than the Church.’
‘I speak as someone who has seen greed cloaked in a cassock,’ I snapped. ‘You know how it is, a woman covets her neighbour’s silver, so she calls her neighbour a heretic, and then she can take all the silver and her neighbour's house too. Conversos denounce their own brothers and sisters because they are poor and desperate. They cry “Judaiser!” and watch the men of the Inquisition drag them away. That is your justice, Mother!’
She stepped forward, voice trembling. ‘They betray Christ. They cling to old rites. They mock our sacraments, and all the time they pretend to be one of us.’
‘No,’ I said. ‘They have to pretend to survive, and you have let poverty become a weapon. You let envy masquerade as piety. You let the Church burn the innocent because someone wanted a gold cup or their debts forgiven.’
Her hand twitched again.
‘You think you’re clever,’ she said. ‘You think you know everything, but you are just young and naive.’
‘I have seen enough,’ I said. ‘Enough to know fear and greed do more harm than any secret prayers.’
She turned away, swinging her rosary like a flail. ‘You will go to your rooms. You will stay there until you are ready to kneel, confess, and take communion.’
I laughed a long, bitter, and hollow laugh.
Her face darkened, ‘This is not a joke.’
‘No,’ I said. ‘It is a tragedy. You torture your people in public squares and burn children at the stake. You arrest the richest Jews, seize their property, and call it holy. And now you want me to swallow a wafer and call it God. I won’t. I will not kneel. Not for fear. Not for show.’
She pointed toward my apartments, then turned and left without another word.
And I stood in the silence, knowing I had made an enemy of my own blood.


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Nicola Harris



I’ve always been a writer, but it was only when illness forced me to stop everything that I finally had the time to write a novel. After decades of misdiagnosis, I learned I was born with a serious genetic condition, not rare, but profoundly misunderstood. The clues were there from birth, and suddenly, a lifetime of struggle made sense.

Writing became my lifeline: a way to step beyond my pain, to shape my experience into a story, and to find meaning where there had once been only endurance.

I have a lifelong love of children, Counselling, and Psychotherapy Theory and history.


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Thursday, 23 April 2026

Book Review: The Enemy's Wife (Survivors of War Series) by Deborah Swift



The Enemy's Wife
(Survivors of War Series)
By Deborah Swift



Publication Date: April 6th, 2026
Publisher: HQ Digital
Pages: 380
Genre: Historical Fiction


'A fast-paced, beautifully written, and moving story. Refreshing to read a book set in a different theatre of war. Wartime Shanghai jumped off the page'
CLARE FLYNN


A poignant story of the impossible choices we make in the shadow of war, for fans of Daisy Wood and Marius Gabriel.


1941. When Zofia’s beloved husband Haru is conscripted into the Imperial Japanese Army, she is left to navigate Japanese-occupied Shanghai alone.

Far from home and surrounded by a country at war, Zofia finds unexpected comfort in a bond with Hilly, a spirited young refugee escaping Nazi-occupied Austria.


As violence tightens its grip on the city, they seek shelter with Theo, Zofia’s American employer. But with every passing day, the horrors of war and Haru’s absence begin to reshape Zofia’s world – and her heart.


Can she still love someone who has become the enemy?



Readers love The Enemy's Wife:


'A gorgeous novel that will truly pull at your heartstrings'

CARLY SCHABOWSKI


'I loved The Enemy’s Wife – a gripping, fast-paced and evocative story about the Japanese occupation of Shanghai during WW2 – and really rooted for the brave and selfless central character, Zofia. Highly recommended'

ANN BENNETT


'Such an emotional and moving read, grounded in immaculate research that never overshadows the heart of the story'

SUZANNE FORTIN


Book Rating:

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š⭐ = A book in a million

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š = I could not put this book down. I Highly Recommend it.

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š = A really great read.

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š = It was enjoyable.

πŸ“šπŸ“š = It was okay.

πŸ“š = Um...! πŸ˜•


My Review

The Enemy’s Wife

πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š⭐ = A book in a million

I didn’t expect The Enemy’s Wife to be this emotionally rich. While it begins as a wartime story in Japanese-occupied Shanghai, the novel evolves into an exploration of how war distorts people’s sense of identity, loyalty, and love. It doesn’t follow a neat, linear path, instead reflecting the unpredictable impact conflict has on its characters’ lives.
Zofia is at the centre, though she never feels like a fixed point. When her husband Haru is conscripted into the Imperial Japanese Army, it initially seems like a story about being left behind and trying to survive. But as things unfold, it’s clear her situation runs deeper than that. She’s caught between different worlds—geographically and emotionally—and never fully belongs anywhere. Her connection to Haru is tied to memory, to who he used to be, and that starts to come apart as the war intrudes. Her relationship with Theo develops in a way that feels natural. It’s not about replacing Haru; it grows out of shared vulnerability and circumstance rather than clear choices.
Hilly was the character that surprised me most. She comes in as a lively young refugee, full of energy, but there’s always a sense of what she’s already been through. Her relationship with Zofia becomes one of the most affecting parts of the book—it feels less like friendship and more like a makeshift family. What stands out is how she carries both lightness and something heavier at once, and how quickly that balance can fall apart. Her death, caused by illness rather than direct violence, is especially hard to take. It’s quiet and almost random, which makes it feel even more real.
Haru’s storyline is much more uncomfortable. At first, he’s seen through Zofia’s memories, but as the novel reveals more of his perspective, that image becomes harder to hold on to. His experiences in the army changed him in ways that are difficult to accept. There’s no clear point where he stops being a victim and becomes something else, which makes his arc unsettling. By the end, it feels like he’s aware of what’s been lost, but that doesn’t undo it.
Theo, on the other hand, brings a sense of steadiness. His relationship with Zofia develops quietly, shaped by what they go through together rather than anything explicitly stated. It never turns into something overly simple or defined, which makes it believable. He offers a sense of stability, but even that feels uncertain given everything happening around them.
One of the most striking things about the book is how it shows different kinds of damage. Hilly and Haru almost feel like two sides of the same coin. Hilly is worn down by circumstance—illness, displacement, the slow loss of safety—while Haru is changed from within by the system he’s part of. One is destroyed by the war’s conditions, the other by what the war turns him into. That contrast runs through the whole story.
The pacing matches this approach. It doesn’t rush or try to tie everything up neatly. There are moments of tension, but just as much time is given to quieter scenes that focus on how everything feels rather than just what’s happening.
By the end, it’s not one specific moment that stands out, but the overall weight of it all—Zofia trying to find her place, Hilly’s absence, Haru’s transformation, and the uncertain possibility of something with Theo. The epilogue doesn’t really offer closure so much as a sense that life goes on, even if things can’t be put back the way they were.
Ultimately, The Enemy’s Wife is not a story that wraps things up cleanly, but that ambiguity is precisely its strength. The novel insists that uncertainty, loss, and unresolved tension are part of war’s lasting effect—leaving the reader with the lingering sense that emotional complexity is its main legacy.



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Deborah Swift


Deborah used to be a costume designer for the BBC, before becoming a writer. Now she lives in an old English school house in a village full of 17th Century houses, near the glorious Lake District. Deborah has an award-winning historical fiction blog at her website www.deborahswift.com

Deborah loves to write about how extraordinary events in history have transformed the lives of ordinary people, and how the events of the past can live on in her books and still resonate today.

Her WW2 novel Past Encounters was a BookViral Award winner, and The Poison Keeper was a winner of the Wishing Shelf Book of the Decade.


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Book Review - Lucie Dumas by Katherine Mezzacappa

Lucie Dumas By Katherine Mezzacappa Publication Date: March 30th, 2026 Publisher: Stairwell Books Pages: 278 Genre: Historical Fiction Londo...