Another one of those historical fictions that feels wrapped in gauze. It’s told in very short vignettes with periodic breaks for first person narratives and all different tenses. It’s a hard style to do well but the author manages it reasonably well here - even manages to handle sexual assault more tastefully than you’d expect. But because of the style it was hard to get into. I was more invested in the way the author compared Joan’s love for god as untested like a newlywed and how that changed over time. I don’t know, something about it was intriguing.  

I did come away with a newfound appreciation for Joan of Arc. So many stories in history are so unlikely and hers is one of them.