If first familiarised myself with Wolf Hall, through the television series of the same name, produced by the BBC. It was on TV when I was in Britain in 2014. I loved the series, which also received very good reviews. This was probably due to the great talent of the actor Mark Rylance, the script written by Hilary Mantle, who had also promised a series that does not dilute the content of the six hundred and fifty page brick. As for me, I enjoyed the series and, when I read the book that deals mainly with Thomas Cromwell (Mark Rylance) and his relationship with Henry VIII (Damian Lewis), I had in mind the brilliant personification that presented the actor. Early in the book, I thought it was a good thing to have first seen the series, because I did not know very well this period of English history and having seen the Series allowed me to better visualise the era. After a few hundred pages, however, I concluded once again, that the book was still, much better than the series. I’m usually not very attracted by the historical novels. Mantle’s great talent lies, however, in my opinion, it her ability not only to recreate an era, but also to bring the reader into its psyche, and this is where Hilary Mantle excels. Through the vicissitudes of the blacksmith’s son, beaten by his father, who rose in the highest spheres of power of that time and played a role in one of the most important historical periods in the history of England she managed to imagine how people thought about death, illness, sex and power. It is therefore not surprising that it is the first (and only, I think) woman to have won the Man Booker for this wonderful book (not easy to read in English, however) and its sequel.