I got there at last. Hilary Mantel’s A Place of Greater Safety has been sitting on my book case for the past couple of years. I just never got around to reading it. Her Thomas Cromwell trilogy are among my favourite books, and I was keen to read something else she had written. So, when I found this 874-page 1992 fictionalised account of the events of the French Revolution at a book swap two years ago, I knew this was going to be it.

I decided it would be my 2025 summer book. I just didn’t think it would take me quite this long. I started it in Faro airport on 26 June and I finished it a few minutes ago. I was determined not to have to pack it for our return flight.

I interrupted reading it twice – to read a shorter novel and to read a play – and I’ve had less time to read this summer than I thought I’d have. Still, I’ve read it whenever I could and, like the Thomas Cromwell trilogy, I came to care for the characters, to think about them when I wasn’t reading, and to worry about what would become of them.

The French Revolution is not an era of history that I know a great deal about, so I was a bit lost at times in the intrigue and politics, and had to Google certain events to fill in my rather large gaps in knowledge. But that lack of knowledge didn’t take from my feelings for the characters and what fates awaited them.

In the time it’s taken me to read one book, Katie has read seven and Lily five, so I’m going to be lagging even farther behind in our 2025 reading ladder, when we fill it in once we get back to Sanlúcar.

As for my next reading adventure? A draft of my sister’s latest novel, that I’ve promised to read and give my thoughts on as soon as possible. I’ll begin tomorrow.