The Kitchen Boy by Robert Alexander
Well, it seems like you guys really liked Historical Fiction. The display at Main seemed to really move, and I’m glad about that. And yes, I did read my very own Historical Fiction. Well, I haven’t finished it yet, but I’m working on it. It’s called The Kitchen Boy, written by Robert Alexander. For some reason, I find the whole last Tsar of Russia thing fascinating. I like to think that it’s because I am somehow connected to the family in a past life. It’s probably because it’s just so tragically awful. But anyways, the book is about the kitchen boy working for the Tsar once he was imprisoned. There’s going to be a twist, I can just feel it, like the kitchen boy is actually Alexi, Nicolas’s son. But for now, the narrator is taking us through the last days of the Tsar and his family’s lives, how they were trying to escape, and how they were treated by the people imprisoning them (not well). The book also goes into what kind of food they ate at meals—I love when books do that. I’m all like, oh man, that dark Russian bread sounds good, it’s a little irrelevant, and I wonder if that is what they really ate, but keep it up. They also drink a lot of tea. Oh, and the milk is often so fresh, it is still warm. That gets mentioned a lot. As does the Tsar’s eyes—very piercing and powerful. Alexander also wrote Rasputin’s Daughter and The Romanov Bride. I enjoy his attention to detail and his precision in writing, and it’s a quicker historical fiction book than others I’ve seen.
There was a twist at the end, in fact so many that it felt like every sentence brought a new revelation, but it was intense and enjoyable.