This hits hard. The stultifying heat of 1518 seeps off the page. The angst and sadness of Lisbet who has hung ribbons for 12 lost babies is heartbreaking. The combustion engine of Strasbourg as women start to ‘dance‘ in their ‘plague‘ is wonderfully rendered. Is this a book about faith? Loss? Love? Hatred? I am not sure but I am glad I pulled it off the tbr - only the 16th already owned that I have managed! For this year #readaway2024