currently reading

Re-reading, actually, A Place of Greater Safety by Hilary Mantel. This is the book in which the French Revolution happens because everyone is in love with Camille Desmoulins, and I don't know what they see in him. Lucky for me, Mantel is a great writer so that's not a problem. Who knows, maybe I'm not supposed to know.

I've reached 1793, so it no longer reads at times like a rentboy-AU version of the Revolution (but one in which you're left wondering whether the woobie is really as much of a woobie as he looks).