"Cromwellian", as we read in Soyinka

Falling asleep on a Saturday afternoon meant I missed out watching (500) Days of Summer with Elliot/Justin/Patrick, and instead I took some time to slowly flip the pages of this year's Booker Prize Winner, Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel. Unlike the other Bookers I've read (namely Arundhati Roy's God of Small Things, Roddy Doyle's Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha and Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger), it is a long book. Really long. With 5-page introductory notes. I think I will read some other literature before psyching myself up enough to read it. I'm thinking of Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children (which I will borrow from Gavin) or the Enchantress of Florence, or J.M. Coetze's Summertime.