I've barely scratched the surface (we're just past Jane Seymour's rather startling wedding night), and I'm already settling back into the story as if it hadn't been years since I read the second book of the trilogy. I just love being back in Cromwell's world, and still as much in awe of him (and Mantel's writing) as ever ... and already dreading the inevitable end. This was SO worth the wait -- and then some.
I am very glad I read Diarmaid MacCulloch's biography of Cromwell in the interim, however.