I was so looking forward to reading this novella—and I was so disappointed when I finally did so. It had all the elements of a great book, beginning with that beautiful cover! That enticing title! Medieval women mystics! But in reality, this fictionalized account of Julian of Norwich and Margery Kempe was really just a simplified, superficial summary of their writings, and the premise, promising a meeting of the two women, didn’t occur until the end and it was a lackluster conclusion at best. Now I’m on the hunt for better historical fiction featuring these two fascinating women and the time in which they lived.