Terrible attempt at historical fiction that I persevered in finishing. Ostensibly telling the story of the invention of the printing press thirty years later through conversations between Peter Schoeffer (the apprentice) and Abbot Trithemius. Coarse, pedestrian prose. Ridiculous inclusion of bath maids giving Peter handjobs in the bathtub and overwrought descriptions of his first love – both of which are not worthy of including in the actual conversation between Schoeffer and Trithemius, so why does she include them in the book at all? A meager attempt to paint Peter with a bit of humanity by detailing out schlocky carnal scenes? This one wins a prize for the worst book I’ve read all the way through this year.