Monday, March 16, 2026

Audiobookclub - Listen of the month - Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel



Wolf Hall 

By Hilary Mantel 

Narrated by Simon Slater 




England, the 1520s. Henry VIII is on the throne, but has no heir. Cardinal Wolsey is his chief advisor, charged with securing the divorce the pope refuses to grant. Into this atmosphere of distrust and need comes Thomas Cromwell, first as Wolsey's clerk, and later his successor.

Cromwell is a wholly original man: the son of a brutal blacksmith, a political genius, a briber, a charmer, a bully, a man with a delicate and deadly expertise in manipulating people and events. Ruthless in pursuit of his own interests, he is as ambitious in his wider politics as he is for himself. His reforming agenda is carried out in the grip of a self-interested parliament and a king who fluctuates between romantic passions and murderous rages.

From one of our finest living writers, Wolf Hall is that very rare thing: a truly great English novel, one that explores the intersection of individual psychology and wider politics. With a vast array of characters, and richly overflowing with incident, it peels back history to show us Tudor England as a half-made society, moulding itself with great passion and suffering and courage.




I went into Wolf Hall feeling fairly confident.

I knew the broad strokes of the story. Henry VIII wants a divorce. Anne Boleyn is waiting in the wings. Thomas More is sharpening his moral objections. Someone, somewhere, is going to lose their head eventually. History class had, I assumed, prepared me.

Reader, the book laughed at that idea.

Instead of politely presenting the Tudors in a tidy historical line-up, Hilary Mantel drops you directly into the mind of Thomas Cromwell — a man who begins the story being beaten so badly by his father that you immediately understand two things:

  1. This is not going to be a gentle historical stroll.

  2. Cromwell is going to survive absolutely everything (at least for the time being).

And survive he does.

The audiobook throws you straight into Cromwell’s world of politics, grief, calculation, loyalty, and the constant background hum of “one wrong word could ruin absolutely everything.” The Tudor court is less a royal household and more a very expensive pressure cooker.

Cromwell moves through it all with the calm competence of someone who understands that information is power, silence is also power, and occasionally the most powerful thing of all is simply letting someone else underestimate you.

Which people do. A lot.

One of the great joys of the book is watching powerful men repeatedly assume Cromwell is just a slightly mysterious fixer with a talent for paperwork. Meanwhile Cromwell is quietly assembling alliances, remembering every insult ever delivered in a corridor, and building a political network that could probably hold up Westminster.

Naturally, none of this is relaxing.

Cardinal Wolsey — Cromwell’s mentor and the closest thing he has to a father figure — falls from power spectacularly early on, which sets the emotional tone for the entire story. Cromwell’s loyalty to Wolsey becomes this quiet engine driving much of what follows. It’s grief, but the very practical Tudor version of grief that says: right, I will honour your memory by absolutely dismantling everyone who humiliated you.

Very healthy coping strategy.

The court itself is full of familiar historical figures, but Mantel gives them a startling amount of life. Henry VIII is charming, dangerous, impulsive, and extremely aware that everyone around him wants something. Thomas More is brilliant, devout, and — depending on your perspective — either morally heroic or deeply exhausting.

Anne Boleyn drifts in and out of the story like a political storm cloud everyone pretends not to notice yet.

And Cromwell stands in the middle of it all, watching.

What makes the audiobook especially brilliant is how conversational the narration feels despite the political complexity. The dialogue crackles with wit and threat in equal measure. A dinner conversation can turn into a philosophical debate, a veiled insult, or the first step toward someone’s complete destruction.

Sometimes all three.

What I loved most is that Cromwell is not presented as a straightforward hero. He’s pragmatic, observant, occasionally ruthless, and very good at reading the emotional temperature of a room. He cares deeply about the people in his household, remembers the brutal poverty of his childhood, and never quite forgets that the system he’s navigating can destroy anyone — including him.

Which makes every success feel slightly precarious.

Because in Tudor England, power isn’t something you possess.

It’s something you borrow from the king.

And the king changes his mind a lot.

By the end of the audiobook I was equal parts impressed, fascinated, and mildly suspicious that I had somehow spent fifteen hours rooting enthusiastically for a man who might quietly reorganise the entire government while smiling politely at dinner.

Five stars — and a renewed appreciation for the fact that my workplace politics do not currently involve the possibility of execution. 


This book is well worth reading, or listening to. You can find it on Amazon


 Next Months audiobook is The Last Bookshop in London by Madeline Martin.

If you would like to join our audio book club drop me a line!

Thursday, March 12, 2026

Rogues & Kings (Tales of Robin Hood) by Charlene Newcomb




Rogues & Kings
(Tales of Robin Hood)
By Charlene Newcomb



Deadly secrets. Hidden identities. A true enemy.
Silence is the only shield.

The year is 1216 and civil war rages in England. King John ravages the countryside against rebellious barons and a French invasion. Unbeknownst to him, his newest squire, Richard, is in fact the son of a man the king would hang without a second thought. A man the common folk call Robin Hood.

For years, Robin has lived as a knight in exile. But when his son is ensnared in the treachery of the royal court, Robin is forced out of the shadows, aided by his outlaw friends in the Hood.

There is no question for Richard where his loyalties lie but it’s more than his own life at risk. He has the trust of a dangerous king. Can he serve the Hood better from within John’s inner circle, or will schemes against the crown unravel? 

Rob from the rich, give to the poor takes on a whole new meaning.


⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Oh look, another Robin Hood book (in which Sherwood Forest is largely abandoned in favour of King John’s court, proving that politics is actually more dangerous than banditry)

Rogues & Kings is a sweeping tale of courage and betrayal in a kingdom on the edge of ruin, of a boy coming of age in the midst of war, and of legends being born.

I went into Rogues and Kings expecting a fairly traditional Robin Hood story. You know the sort: Sherwood Forest, clever ambushes, arrows flying through the air, and the Sheriff of Nottingham having a very bad day.

Reader, the book promptly marched me straight into King John’s court instead.

And it turns out the royal court is significantly more dangerous than the forest, largely because everyone is wearing silk, smiling politely, and plotting something.

Most of the story follows Richard, a young squire trying to survive life among the king’s household. Unfortunately for him, being a squire involves a lot of training, a lot of watching your back, and a lot of dealing with other squires who are absolutely convinced they are destined for greatness.

Godfrey, for example, has clearly decided he is already halfway to legendary knighthood and is simply waiting for the paperwork to catch up. His main hobby seems to be reminding everyone else how much better he is than them. It’s the kind of confidence that makes you suspect gravity may eventually intervene.

Richard, meanwhile, is trying to prove himself in a court where reputation matters almost as much as skill. Which would already be complicated enough if not for one small problem.

He is pretending to be Richard le Grand, son of Sir John le Grand.

Sir John le Grand being, of course, Little John.

This arrangement exists for a very sensible reason: Richard’s real father is Robin Hood, and if King John were to discover that little detail the reaction would be… energetic. The sort of energetic that involves guards, shouting, and Richard very suddenly reconsidering his career choices.

Robin himself would actually prefer his son to be absolutely nowhere near the royal court. Richard, however, has decided that since he is already there he might as well make himself useful and spy for the Hood. Parents everywhere will recognise this moment — that magical stage where your child is absolutely convinced they know everything. Give it a few years and by twenty-one they’ll be even more certain… while you quietly wonder how you raised someone who now explains the world back to you.

Meanwhile Robin moves quietly around the edges of the story in disguise, appearing where he’s needed and disappearing again before anyone inconvenient recognises him. It’s a slightly older, more cautious Robin than the carefree outlaw of ballads — though he’s still surrounded by people who are very good at causing trouble.

Particularly Allan.

Allan clearly believes that if one is going to use a disguise, one should commit fully to the performance.This philosophy eventually results in him appearing as a bishop, which is already an ambitious life choice before you remember he is technically an outlaw, and a known one for that.

Allan throws himself into the role of Bishop Allan with impressive confidence — which is slightly worrying when people begin expecting the bishop to perform actual bishop-type duties, like giving the last rites. He’s very much one of those characters whose friends take one look at him and think, oh no… what is he up to now?

What I enjoyed most about the book is the constant tension of the setting. Court life means alliances, rivalries, and a great many people trying to work out who they can trust. Richard is trying to prove himself as a squire, avoid Godfrey’s ego, and quietly gather information — all while hoping nobody asks awkward questions about his family.

Because pretending to be the son of a respectable knight is manageable.

Pretending you are not the son of Robin Hood while serving King John is a slightly more delicate operation.

It makes for a story that mixes court intrigue, rivalry, and the occasional piece of extremely creative problem solving. And it’s great fun watching the pieces slowly move toward the moment when someone inevitably notices something is not quite right.

Squires, spies, disguises, court politics, and at least one extremely committed bishop impersonation — what can I say? I had a great time with this one.

***

This book is a fabulous frolic and is a brilliant new take on an old legend. This book is available on Amazon. And get this, it is free to read with #KindleUnlimited subscription.


Charlene Newcomb


Charlene Newcomb, aka Char, is a retired librarian, a U.S. Navy veteran, mom to three amazing humans, and grandma to three. She writes historical fiction and science fiction.

Her award-winning Battle Scars trilogy is set in the 12th century during the reign of Richard the Lionheart. Her writing roots are in the Star Wars Expanded Universe (aka Legends) where she published 10 short stories in the Star Wars Adventure Journal, and published the original novel Echoes of the Storm.

Char returned to medieval times with Rogue and her latest novel Rogues & Kings, both in her Tales of Robin Hood series.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2026

The Green Baize Door by Eleanor Birney



The Green Baize Door

By Eleanor Birney


An atmospheric historical mystery where every character has their own agenda, and their own truth.


In the fashionable mansions on Chestnut Hill, a simple green baize door separates the masters’ world from the servants’. That door is thrown wide when an elderly housekeeper is found brutally murdered on the first day of the new century. Marie Chevalier, the housekeeper’s poor but ambitious granddaughter, and James Lett, the mansion owner’s kind but indolent son, suspect the killer is connected to one of their families—but which one?


From drawing rooms to alleyways, their separate investigations lead them through the sometimes lavish, sometimes brutal, landscape of turn-of-the-century New England. When long-buried secrets begin to unravel the fragile threads that hold both households together, Marie and James must find a way to bridge the gulf between them—if only to prove that the murderer belongs not to their own world, but to that strange and foreign land on the other side of the green baize door.


Inspired by real-life events, The Green Baize Door is a richly layered historical mystery that explores themes of class identity, family loyalty, and the sometimes blurry line between virtue and vice.


Excerpt

The Inquest



Chapter 9 — January 8, 1900 (715 Words)


The courtroom was packed. The "suspicious" death of a prominent family's housekeeper on the first day of the new century had fired the public's imagination. Headlines concerning "The Murder on Chestnut Hill" leapt off the front page of every rag in town.


"There they are!" Eliza yanked Marie to the left, and Papa's bulky frame came into view.


Papa stood encircled by at least half a dozen people and was gesturing emphatically. The moment he spotted them, he broke off and extended his arm. "There you are, my darlings! I was worried sick."


Eliza glanced at Marie, a hint of a smile bending her lips.


Papa closed the distance between them and took Marie's elbow. "Come, my angels. Rest yourselves. You must be cold and weary."


The people nearby bent curious gazes in their direction, and Marie had to resist the urge to pull her elbow free and storm from the room. The crowd parted, and Papa led them to their seats. The moment they were seated, Papa resumed his position in the heart of the semi-circle, his head high and his chest puffed out. In his chocolate striped suit and sapphire-blue silk vest, he looked like a carnival barker.


"What a terrible ordeal these little lambs have endured," Papa announced to no one in particular. "They were very close to their grandmother, and she, poor soul, dearly loved them."


Marie dropped her gaze to the floor, her face burning. How could he be so undignified?


Charlie sat a couple of chairs over. His face was pinched and worry lines creased his brow. Marie moved to the seat next to him and whispered, "Papa is making a perfect spectacle of us."


Charlie shrugged. "At least he's enjoying himself."


"I only wish his enjoyment didn't come at our expense."


"You should try to be more generous. He's had a tough time of it, what with those idiot policemen hounding him day and night."


Marie looked away, abashed. There was, she supposed, no real harm in his theatrics, but just this once, she wished he would refrain from making them conspicuous. Before she could say this, Charlie pointed to a group of men sitting a few tables over. "Do you see that fellow over there? The pale gent in the high-backed chair?"


Marie scanned the crowd until she spotted a likely candidate: an older man with the gaunt, sallow countenance of someone recently ill. "What about him?"


Charlie leaned in to whisper, "That is Mr. Lett."


"Oh." Marie straightened to get a better view. According to Mémé, Marie had met the family when she was very young, but, try as she might, she couldn't remember it. They did not seem like strangers, though. Mémé had spoken of the Letts so often, and with such regard, that Marie had developed a great admiration for them. In her imagination, they represented everything that was fine and noble in the world; that is to say, everything that her own family was not.


Several men in dark suits, all holding tall, gleaming hats, stood near Mr. Lett's chair. She wondered who they were and hoped they would disperse once the inquest began. If Mr. Lett were alone, it would be easier to work up the courage to introduce herself.


"I wonder if he brought the old girl's money?" Charlie asked, interrupting her thoughts.


Marie's head snapped toward him. "This is neither the time nor the place for that conversation, Charlie."


Charlie heaved a long-suffering sigh.


"I mean it," she hissed. "Don't you dare disgrace us."


Charlie rolled his eyes and stood. "I'm going to get some air."


Marie glanced at their father, wondering if she should enlist his aid. He remained ensconced in the crowd's center, one arm flung casually around a bald man she didn't recognize, the other cutting a wide swathe through the air as he spoke. No, she thought, Papa would be no help at all.


Her attention was drawn to the front of the room, where several men had approached a scarred oak table. One of them banged a gavel, and the crowd fell silent. Marie returned to the seat next to Eliza. Her sister sat rigid, twisting her hands on her lap. Marie grabbed one of those pale hands and squeezed it. The inquest had begun.




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Eleanor Birney



Eleanor Birney writes historical mysteries about class, moral ambiguity, and people who aren’t satisfied with life on their side of the green baize door.


She received a BA in History from UC Berkeley, and works as a legal research attorney, a day job that feeds her love of precision, research, and puzzles.


Growing up in foster care gave her a lifelong fascination with the way society steers people into assigned places—and how some of those people refuse to stay in them.


She lives in Northern California with her family. The Green Baize Door is her debut novel.


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Audiobookclub - Listen of the month - Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel

Wolf Hall  By  Hilary Mantel  Narrated by Simon Slater   England, the 1520s. Henry VIII is on the throne, but has no heir. Cardinal Wolsey i...