Another One

You'd think, based on this blog, that all I do all day is sit around and read, wouldn't you?
You'd be mostly wrong but a little bit right.

I just finished this one:

which I would have never chosen for myself because, hello? That cover? So not inviting.
And the subtitle? "A Novel of the Plague". Whoa. Fun and frollicks I'm sure.

This is another book, lent to me from Andrea, that she read in 1997 and has been waiting for me, all this time, to hurry up and read it already, so that we can talk about it.

I can see why.
Oh my goodness.
Here is a synopsis from Good Reads:

When an infected bolt of cloth carries plague from London to an isolated mountain village, a housemaid named Anna Frith emerges as an unlikely heroine and healer. Through Anna's eyes, we follow the story of the plague year, 1666, as her fellow villagers make an extraordinary choice. Convinced by a visionary young minister, they elect to quarantine themselves within the village boundaries to arrest the spread of the disease. But as death reaches into every household, faith frays. When villagers turn from prayers and herbal cures to sorcery and murderous witch-hunting, Anna must confront the deaths of family, the disintegration of her community, and the lure of a dangerous and illicit love. As she struggles to survive, a year of plague becomes, instead, annus mirabilis, a "year of wonders." Inspired by the true story of Eyam, a village in the rugged mountain spine of England. Year of Wonders is a detailed evocation of a singular moment in history.

SO interesting.
And informative. 
Go ahead, ask me anything about the mid-1600's. I'm an expert now.