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The Kitchen Boy

Inspired by actual events and people, Robert Alexander recreates not only the last days of the Romanovs during their imprisonment in The House of Special Purpose, but also their gruesome end.

Through the eyes of their kitchen boy, we see Nicholas and Alexandra's humble faith, their intense love for one another, and their devotion to their five children. In this heart-breaking tale, we see how their family is so different yet so similar to ours, commoners.

It has been nearly four years since I unearthed this book from a bargain bookshop. For some reason, I could not get myself to breeze through it. Today, I had a time to spare and finally, crossed it off my reading list.

Like everyone else, I love the story—one of the best that I have ever gotten my hands on! It's a relatively short read that kept me on the hook. There was a moment when I had to text my boyfriend how scared I was of what's going to happen next. Later, heaviness enveloped my heart. I kept telling myself that this was a work of fiction to calm myself down. Sadly, some of it was based on historical events.


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