The Mists Of Avalon

Couldn't finish this; how do you manage to make the tales surrounding King Arthur so resolutely boring? All this book seems to achieve is to confirm that the lot of women at the time was largely crap, with little control of their lives, bodies and destinies. While that might well be true, the end result is a litany of misery where nothing much happens for what feels like hundreds of pages.

I'm giving this two stars rather than one as I'll admit that it does feel like there is an interesting story under this somewhere, however I don't care enough about any of the characters to try and dig it out.