**spoiler alert** As always, this Flavia adventure is a delight! She is my cup of tea, hold the cyanide. In this story, Flavia discovers the body of t**spoiler alert** As always, this Flavia adventure is a delight! She is my cup of tea, hold the cyanide. In this story, Flavia discovers the body of the church organist in the crypt where sacred bones are buried. Joined (mostly uninvited) by a ragtag pair of (mostly) amateur detectives she helps to solve the case, while dirtying many a Sunday dress.
As a note to Mr. Alan Bradley...how could you?!?! Lovers of the de Luce lady, please tell me what you think of the reveal!...more
Le sigh...Louise Penny is a fabulous writer. That is all I have to say.
Okay, I'll say more. Although I understand the need to expand these stories andLe sigh...Louise Penny is a fabulous writer. That is all I have to say.
Okay, I'll say more. Although I understand the need to expand these stories and move away from Three Pines, I missed it and its inhabitants. I'm dying to know what is happening between Peter and Clara.
This book takes us to a cloistered monastery in the Quebec wilderness, known for its gregorian chants (not something that initially intrigued me), as Gamache and Beauvoir investigate the murder of the prior. A mere 10 pages in and I was hooked. As a new mom, I spent precious time that I could be sleeping, sitting up with a flashlight reading.
Louise Penny didn't disappoint readers in this moving tale of hope (which also happens to contain a juicy murder to solve). Gamache and Beauvoir, PeteLouise Penny didn't disappoint readers in this moving tale of hope (which also happens to contain a juicy murder to solve). Gamache and Beauvoir, Peter and Clara, Olivier and Ruth, hope and despair are forced to take a good long look at each other, to see who they really are. A MUST READ!...more
lj's plot in one pot:After a mysterious and fatal police raid, Armand Gamache takes refuge in Quebec City during Carnaval. He becomes involved in a mlj's plot in one pot:After a mysterious and fatal police raid, Armand Gamache takes refuge in Quebec City during Carnaval. He becomes involved in a murder investigation of someone looking to dig up the past (literally). He too, wants to dig up the past and sends Inspector Beauvoir back to Three Pines to take another look at the murder of the Hermit (from book 5 in the series).
Okay, okay, so that wasn't really one sentence, but the book is so amazing, I didn't want to leave anything out. As stated, the book takes place in the beautiful, historic Quebec City. I have to go back there, because in my mind, it represents trying (unsuccessfully) to communicate and being charged double for a haircut. That being said, Penny's description of the city makes a person long to see the history in person.
I was a little disappointed that more of the story didn't take place in Three Pines (as I really come to love this fictional town), but she does such a fantastic job of describing Quebec, that I forgave her for moving to the big city.
The plot of this story was moving and tragic. Having myself been recuperating from a collision, I found a lot of the passages dealing with pain (physical and emotional) very hard to read. The author is so on point, so in touch with humanity, that I felt like she was writing to me - especially when Beauvoir reveals that even the most well-intentioned sympathy can often feel like pity to the injured person. I really don't want to be giving plot away, any more than I already have, but this book is simply fantastic and even if you haven't read the others (there are 5 previous books), you must read this one, and then perhaps you too will be sucked into the world of Three Pines and Chief Inspector Gamache.
"Instead he stopped and slowly straightening he looked right at Gamache. He stated for ten seconds or more, which, when eating a chocolate cake isn't much, but when staring, is." p.29
"And when the Quebec sun set on a Quebec forest, monsters crawled out of the shadows. Not the B-grade movie monsters, not zombies or mummies or space aliens. But older, subtler wraiths. Invisible creatures that rode in on plunging temperatures. Death by freezing, death by exposure, death by going even a foot off the path, and getting lost. Death, ancient and patient, waited in Quebec forests for the sun to set." p.74
Alan Bradley has clearly done it again! Flavia is back, and this time she's embroiled in a twisted, old-Hollywood plot! This book lacked the torment oAlan Bradley has clearly done it again! Flavia is back, and this time she's embroiled in a twisted, old-Hollywood plot! This book lacked the torment of sibling rivalry between Flavia and her sisters, however as it is a Christmas release, I accept this as a temporary cease-fire. I seriously recommend this series to any man, woman or child who hasn't read it yet!...more
lj's plot in one pot:The second from Canadian author Alan Bradley features Flavia (almost 11 year old chemistry whiz) who, less than altruistically vlj's plot in one pot:The second from Canadian author Alan Bradley features Flavia (almost 11 year old chemistry whiz) who, less than altruistically volunteers to help with a puppet show, ends up trying to solve yet another murder near Buckshaw.
Wow! It hath been awhile... I've been scrambling like a crazy person trying to get organized for Back to School (aren't we all?) Although reading hasn't slipped on the priorities, blogging unfortunately has.
Anyhoo, I'm still loving Flavia - but in this installment of Flavia-fantastico, she is slight less precocious, slightly more adult-like. Perhaps the author is trying to indicate the passage of time and maybe her near death experience in the first book has matured her...but I don't want these things to happen. Not unlike Peter Pan (and a great many women on the Real Housewives shows), Flavia needs to be ageless.
The writing is still fantastic; a believable murder occurs in the environs and Flavia somehow wriggles her way into the detective work. This time, there were a few loose ends (w.r.t. characters), for example Nialla. That being said, I still love the book/author/characters and can't wait for "A Red Herring Without Mustard".
"Mother Goose! I have never much cared for flippant remarks, especially when others make them, and in particular, I don't give a frog's fundament for them when they come from an adult." p17
and just because she is that funny,
"Seen from the air, the male mind must look rather like the canals of Europe, with ideas being towed along well-worn towpaths by heavy-footed dray horses...But the female mind, even in my limited experience, seems more of a vast and teeming swamp, but a swamp that knows in an instant whenever a stranger - even miles away - has so much as dipped a single toe into her waters." p.295