Bring Up The Bodies by Hilary Mantel
Mantel returns with the second volume in what will now be a trilogy about Thomas Cromwell. Unusually for a sequel, it's markedly slimmer than the first book, but since this grew out of plans for a single successor volume that would account for it. It's damn hard to say anything new about this particular period in history, which has been fodder for writers pretty much since it happened (Shakespeare himself wrote one of his more minor, propagandistic works on the subject; it's fun to imagine what he might have done with the story if writing a more truthful account wouldn't have gotten him hung, drawn and quartered), but Mantel manages to make things somewhat fresh, the principal reason being the use of the uncommon perspective of Cromwell. He's wouldn't make the top ten most common POVs for these events, and after reading the book it's still clear why: most novels aren't interested in making their hero a ruthless apparatchik with no particular qualms about doing whatever the king tells him to do. At the same time, Mantel makes him relatable/likeable (though that's the thing with POV). She does a great job of evoking the atmosphere of the court, and how everyone is constantly dancing to the king's whims and changeable moods (Mantel's take on Henry himself, glimpsed through Cromwell, is also interesting; as with most portrayals he's a creature of appetite, but he comes across as basically unconscious of what he's doing, and how he's constantly rewriting events to suit whatever he wants now).