First book I read on our eventful holiday to Dorset. Managed a few pages while eating a cake in a café in Lyndhurst just over halfway through my epic 100 mile cycle down to our holiday cottage in Studland. Had a glorious day, only got lost a few times around Winchester and only one hill beat me. Bournemouth seafront was incredibly busy and getting the ferry over to Studland was lovely. the book itself was the story of a slave in roman times, and maybe would have punched me harder if i hadn't read 'James' recently, which covered similar grounds in getting inside the psyche of a slave - the constant fear of death, the dehumanisation, the need to carefully consider all aspects of behaviour etc. I enjoyed it, but it's going to go into the garage for rehoming rather than Helen's tsundoku.
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