I had a theme day on Sunday. Al and I went to Cineplex to see the film of the Stratford Festival live production of Richard III, starring Colm Feore and their usual outstanding acting company. (Daughter Faith and two friends and I enjoyed watching it in person in the brand-new Tom Patterson Theatre last season.) I spent much of the rest of yesterday finishing this remarkable book.
The King's Grave (related editions are called "The King in the CarPark") is Philippa Langley's account of a multi-year effort to gather funding and a team to complete an archaeological exploration in Leicester, England, for the purposes of finding, identifying, examining and ultimately reburying the bones of Richard III. She worked on this book in partnership with historian Michael Jones (pay no attention to the listing of authors as shown above).
I often find it frustrating when authors alternate two timelines or storylines, chapter by chapter. I now believe, at least in this case, that my frustration is a compliment to Langley and Jones. While I'm reading about the dig, I'm upset when I have to stop to pay attention to Richard's history. Then, when I'm reading the history, I wince when I have to stop to get back to the dig. It's a sign that both storylines are absorbing. Good practice, too, for when the Sally Hawkins film The Lost King comes to town!
If you are interested in the story of Richard III (whichever side of the Lost Princes controversy you support), I recommend this book. As the authors are in respectful disagreement over the Princes, they debate that issue in a well-written appendix.