Description

By Doctor Rosaleen O’Brien

ISBN: 978-1-84747-514-5
Published: 2008
Pages: 52
Key Themes: poetry, royalty, history, family, author’s personal views

Description

The Royals has been written in a kind of poetic style that one can only admire. Word for word just falls from the lips of the author just like a butterfly is taking in the moisture from the river bank of a fast flowing river. Most of the Royals get a mention, and a book on the Royals could not possibly leave out Diana. What she meant to her boys is generously written about and looking through the poetic eyes of Rosaleen it is not long before one grasps what it is really like inside those Palace doors. William’s thoughts having lost not just his own mother, but the Queen Mother and Princess Margaret, and his strength and understanding is beyond belief. Harry gets a mention too, whereas he is sometimes left out in publications in favour of William, Rosaleen has written about him with affection and warmth.

Why did Rosaleen write about The Royals? Well she could possibly ask Why Not?

Rosaleen has always been interested in the Royal Family and has passed her exams in constitutional law among other subjects of interest to her. This book has been written with wisdom and wit and looks past all the repeated versions of over produced articles that fill our media day after day. Seeing the importance of the monarchy today Rosaleen writes in an inviting way encouraging the reader to look deep inside the subject and truly evaluate the rewards for being part of a system that not only accepts a monarchy but promotes it. Whatever the reader will think of this book one thing is sure that the Royal family will always have a place in our heart, the turmoil of palace staff relationships, the sheer determination in the palace staff facing obstacles and the banter downstairs from junior members all make an amazing part of British life making Rosaleen`s book a perfect item on every bookshelf, enjoy!

About the Author

I have been in receipt of trauma counselling since 1999 on a daily basis,at times speaking till the early hours of the morning.Support from my trauma Counsellor helps me to come to terms with accepting that what has happened to me cannot now be changed. I cannot ever forgive those who had a vicarious liability to look after me and failed. As a result of being locked away for some years all because we were poor has brought certain limitations to my day to day life. Writing is a form of therapy and allows me to be free to be the person that I want to be, and should have been my birthright. Through writing I can reach out to others who may have had such an unfortunate experience as myself . Daily flashbacks can be upsetting and I fill my life with things to do so as to block them out. Day to day life can be exhausting and coping mechanisms that I learnt in order to survive have not helped me in the outside world. God help all fellow survivors and perhaps one day Ireland will accept the terrible price we paid. Shame on all you right thinking residents in Ireland to allow the government and Catholic Church to ignore harm done to me and many others who are either dead or too ill to tell their story. Thanks to Chipmunkapublishing I have been able to confront my demons and a Big Thank you to Reatha my trauma counsellor without her I would not be here today writing about my stolen life.

Book Extract

1985 Charles and Diana were on tour
Italy welcomed all visitors
Whether they were rich or poor
Like so many other nations
Who shed their Monarchs from time to time
They welcomed Charles and Diana
In their own imitable style
So many outstretched hands
So many hearts so full
Of excitement and good wishes
Asking to see their wedding bands
A folk dancing display
Diana found so exciting
The 21 gun salute was even more inviting
Like so many visitors Charles and his new fiancée
Found Florence a bit too much
On the go for several days
With no time to rest
Now they had an opportunity
For that `up close` touch
Both met the Pope Diana was terrified
Her Majesty was kept informed Yes One was surprised!

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