Making reasonably steady progress on Ken Follett's World Without End, now approaching the two-thirds of the way through mark. I reckon it's as good as its predecessor, The Pillars of the Earth, which is high praise indeed.
One chapter around the halfway mark actually made me genuinely nervous as to the potential fate of the sort of heroine, Caris, when she was suddenly accused of witchcraft. Follett is brilliant at plot twists that illustrate the pervasive fragility of life, anyone's really, in the England of six and a half centuries ago. And the sequence following the English army's invasion of France under Edward III was both gripping and illuminating in terms of the horrendous brutality involved.
I've just been reading about Merthin going back to Kingsbridge (a good thing) after almost a decade in civilised Florence. Unfortunately he gets back just at the time of the arrival there of la moria grande - the Black Death (not a good thing.) Now wondering what the death toll is likely to be in the next few chapters and, honestly, can't wait to find out even though dreading it all more than a little.
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