Wroe is a genius and mustn't be judged by this very thin volume, nice sans plus. If I were Wroe I would withdraw it as it might dissuade readers from discovering her other wonderful works. I've read some fabulous books over the past few months, several of which have kept me glued to my seat: Nigel Randell's THE WHITE HEADHUNTER, the story of a 19-year-old who was captured by cannibals before becoming one himself; Simon Baatz's FOR THE THRILL OF IT, two boy assassins of around 15 who spoke a dozen languages between them (one of which was Sanskrit!), the absolutely hilarious DREYFUS AFFAIR by Peter Lefcourt and Wroe's totally remarkable PERKIN, another incredible story about the lad who pretended to be one of the sons of Edward IV, supposedly murdered in the Tower by Richard III. The king at the time, Henry VII, spent thousands of pounds--millions in today's money--trying to locate him. There had been some great Henrys in English history, the amazing Henry II (my all-time favorite), father of the no less amazing Richard Coeur de Lion and husband to the equally amazing Eleanor d'Aquitaine, and Henry V of Agincourt fame. This Henry, the VII, far less amazing, had spent, as I said, a fortune hunting down the impostor, Perkin, but like l'Avare he stashed away the rest of his loot until the country's coffers were literally overflowing with gold. It took Henry VIII little time to dilapidate it all before finding other resources (to keep his libido red hot) like robbing monasteries, even if it meant founding of church of his own. The king's sheep followed him then as they do their betters today (Vegas, any one?)--strange for a Democracy, but of lesser interest than a boy cannibal, boy assassins, a gay baseball player and a boy impostor. My own books can be found on Amazon under Michael Hone.