I just finished The Last Crusaders, which I picked up at Daunt the other day, and felt I had to tell someone how much I enjoyed it. Not just because it is so well written or because it is such a good read, the story so compelling: it is all the above, but a lot more.
My previous employer, Shell, used to evaluate its employees according to their score on 3 criteria: imagination, realism, and helicopter. No need to explain the first 2, or maybe even the 3rd, but what they had in mind was the ability to get up above the facts and small vignettes and see how things fit together in the overall puzzle of meaning. That's what this book did so superbly and apparently effortlessly, despite the need to bring together sources from Islamic and European sources spanning two centuries and more than two continents. Not that the detailed side was wanting, however: I loved the attention to things nautical, I guess blood will tell (the author's father was a Royal Navy officer whose career took his family to strategic points in the Med and elsewhere). So now I know what it felt (and smelt) like to be a galley-slave, knitting in between campaigns.
The combination of vividly described detail, fast-moving narrative that doesn't miss a significant move in what was the Great Game of the 16th century, makes for a unique read that will certainly become a reference on my shelf.