“Or that this is madness. It is madness to think that God should make a dozen things almost the same but a little different. All a man of sense could think is that God did not make them. That the earth they feed on and the water they drink makes plants in different areas a little different. And if that is true, then I am denying that everything in the world was made first by my God in Eden, working like a gardener for six days and resting on the Sabbath. And if I am denying that, then I am a heretic damned.”

I liked this in the respect of the decent historical fiction aspect, that I think Gregory is good at. But I didn’t love the story. The best idea in it, I thought, was the conflict of loyalties John Tradescant felt. With that though, I didn’t feel him in the least. I didn’t understand the unwavering love. And I don’t know that it was explained well enough for any reader to feel. Or maybe that it was a man as a main character, I just couldn’t relate. Not sure.

I didn’t love it. But I didn’t hate it, at all.