Marie-Thérèse, Child of Terror by Susan Nagel (biography review)
It was the summer of 2006 that I took my first trip to Versailles. The gilded rooms and endless hallways, abundance of gold, paintings, fountains, furniture, flourishing gardens - it was incredible. And that was just the first hour. After that, I was overwhelmed. Wandering its extensive grounds peaked my curiosity. I wanted to learn about Versailles and the life that had once existed here; especially it's last queen, and her equally ill-fated husband. The rest so to speak, was history.
Three Marie Antoinette biographies ( along with one on Louis XVI, and a return to Versailles) later, my interest has blossomed into a near obsession. I have bloodlines memorized, favorite historians, and I now get giddy when I watch PBS documentaries: "Hey, I read her book!".
It was the summer of 2006 that I took my first trip to Versailles. The gilded rooms and endless hallways, abundance of gold, paintings, fountains, furniture, flourishing gardens - it was incredible. And that was just the first hour. After that, I was overwhelmed. Wandering its extensive grounds peaked my curiosity. I wanted to learn about Versailles and the life that had once existed here; especially it's last queen, and her equally ill-fated husband. The rest so to speak, was history.
Three Marie Antoinette biographies ( along with one on Louis XVI, and a return to Versailles) later, my interest has blossomed into a near obsession. I have bloodlines memorized, favorite historians, and I now get giddy when I watch PBS documentaries: "Hey, I read her book!".






























