A detective story who match up to the sparkling bubbles of Champagne, a subtle and precious golden nectar where the action takes place.
In a very closed provincial bourgeoisie, the author managed to portray an heavy atmosphere of envy, jealousy and secrets conducive to commit a crime.
A credible novel, well documented, in which the reader really feels to be in the heart of the action. The clues and proofs are received, analysed in front of the reader's eyes. So, he can speculate and look for tracks along with the duo: Olivier and Max.
If I liked the freshness and spontaneous of the young American, yet I found the author a little hard with her vision of the French. As if living on the old continent made its inhabitants pompous, straddling the labels and dusty. In short, sad and procedural beings far behind in terms of justice.
Even if it was to plunge the reader into an atmosphere full of tradition and heavy history still very present nowadays, I found the pictures and clichés quite disturbing. But I'm sure this is my personal pride who is talking ...
Ditto for the many details given on how to conduct an american investigation worthy the serie "CSI". This gives a bad impression of the French police forces.
As if they were unable to solve business due to red tape, administrative hassle, war power and egos. But it also looks bad and stereotypical for the American police: cowboys without finesse used to resolve crimes as if they were working at the chain.
But as a reader, I was embedded in the footsteps of the murderer of Leah and I tried to unmask the perpetrator since the first minutes of the tragedy. I enjoyed my part of Cluedo's player and I even asked for more at the end. So, I look forward to what will happen between Olivier and Max...
A good novel that takes you behind the scenes of a dream world where secrets reveal themselves only after nightfall or behind velvet curtains.