Today I'm reading
Tirant lo Blanc, or at least an abridged modern English translation thereof, a chivalric romance published in 1490. No less esteemed a figure than Miguel de Cervantes once called it the best book of its kind, but it's not widely known today because it's originally in Catalan rather than a more widespread language like Spanish.
The first chapter alone has faked deaths, matching rings, hitting a baby to make it cry, invading Moors, mysterious hermits, prophetic dreams, dudes kissing dudes on the mouth, improvised explosives, duels to the death, solemn oaths with church-related exceptions, a baptism in blood, and all the time people talking about how awesome chivalry is. And this is just a prologue to the
real story. It's totally bananas!
Needless to say I'm having a grand old time.