At first, I struggled to like this book. There was a lot of ruminating on fatness vs. thinness that felt very much like the author's own opinions being expressed through the narrative, and that was a turn off. I'm glad I didn't stop reading it, though, as the author does an amazing job of transporting the reader first to Versailles and then, during her years of imprisonment and her last moments, into Marie Antoinette's misery. Very few books have moved me to tears, but this one did. The last line, "I had friends, loving friends (I am not afraid)" is particularly poignant, and unifies the reader with a woman who died hated but yearned, above all things, to be loved.