Ninety-seven is my lucky number.
My mother was a politician in my formative years.
I realize that I had always in my heart of hearts planned to write a biography of Marie Antoinette.
I hate the only one of my book jackets when I was made up professionally, my hair made into a smooth bell.
I’m glad I was never an heiress.
The concentration in my book on Marie Antoinette’s childhood and on her family influences. It is surprising how some books actually start with her arrival in France!
It can be a long gap between the emergence of fully researched historical biographies.
If I write that it was a cold day, you can be sure I know it was a cold day because Pepys told us.
My mother, who was quite sharp when I was young, became utterly mild.
I think there’s a tremendous split between people who’ve been through a war and people who haven’t.
I think mine is the fullest and most plausible account of what went on in Marie Antoinette’s life.
I think crime writing is my link with trying to preserve a sort of order.
The clue to book jacket photography is to look friendly and approachable, but not too glamorous.
King Charles II liked women’s company and well as making love to them.
I don’t like it, but this afternoon I’ve told myself I am going to go and get a dress.