The Other Boleyn Girl is like a recent meal I had earlier on in the day. It was a Grand Angus burger from McDonalds complete with a large chips and a cola. In other words: a completely unhealthy recipe for diabetes or a heart attack package. I felt guilty for those reasons and even more guilty for feeling no regret. (It was actually really tasty and I was extremely hungry) This doesn't happen regularly. No, not at all. I considered it as a strictly one-time thing. As much as this book was. 
 Now let me explain my weird...ness. 
 This book, The Other Boleyn Girl, was so historically inaccurate that I felt like I was somehow insulting my old high school history teacher by reading it. I even felt bashful just tagging this novel as a historical. 
 But guess what? 
 It's just so good! The book's 661 pages of romance, drama and intrigue kept me hooked. I couldn't stop; I didn't want to stop reading. It may have been unhealthy for my brain cells but still. 
 And hey, it's fiction, right? TOBG is only an adaptation of what happened in real life. I soothe my inner high-school history teacher (don't ask) by reminding myself that this is a work of fiction and not a historical source on the Boleyn sisters' rivalry that should be taken seriously. 
 It's a pity that Anne Boleyn was portrayed as a venomous, heartless, castigating hellion and was turned into one of the main antagonists. She's one of my favourite historical figures. It would have also been nice to have some "sweet" moments between Mary and Anne before they became unofficially estranged. 
 Five Stars