One thing I loved from the start was the cultural inclusivity towards European countries in more than just France, where this book takes place. The author mentions Christians coming together from many different countries in this little French town. Specifically, I loved the thought of hearing Christmas carols in other languages and how that would be so cool to listen to no matter what language you speak! After this, I’m definitely going to research Christmas carols in other languages!
I didn’t have a favorite character in reading this book, but I did care about them and would likely appreciate them as real people and all their traditions and small-town culture. I loved how realistic they were, especially how selfless and protective ladies’ man Bruno is, and the story behind the Crazy Scotswoman. The cast of characters work well together, so no, I don’t have a specific favorite character; but yes, I like them overall.
As I read this book, my mind went in and out, so even though I saw the words on the page, I wasn’t absorbing them through true reading. It was irritating after I finished the book when I realized I’d forgotten half the story; and no, I didn’t feel it would’ve been worthwhile to go back and reread it, since my mind was elsewhere by that point.
I had no favorite parts in this book. The only thing memorable is the concept, a Christmas mystery. Other than that, no scenes left positive or negative impacts on me, and the story as a whole felt too smooth and not exciting enough to be worth remembering. I really do hate saying that about a Christmas fiction book, but I’m simply being honest.
This book didn’t make me laugh or cry, and few scenes other than the opening were worth remembering. I read the book, yet the scenes didn’t flow smoothly into each other, so at one point, we’re at Bruno’s house taking care of his dog, then we’re on a rugby field in the wintertime. What’s up with that?
Even though this book was less than 100 pages, I didn’t consider this a page turner right after finishing the book or even now. The pace was either too boring to remember or way too choppy to make sense. Plus, if it’s winter, how is a rugby field clear to play on unless it was a rugby field inside somewhere? And where would that even be…?
There wasn’t much I disliked about this book, other than the scene changes, which is just about it. Nothing else is worth mentioning, even if I did recall it.
There wasn’t a cliffhanger ending, but I’m happy to know there’s a whole series within the Bruno, Chief of Police series that I may or may not read later on.
If I was in the place of Martin Walker as the author of this novel, there isn’t a lot I’d alter to make this book better other than scene changes that flow better instead of the odd choppy style Martin Walker used… But maybe that’s just the way he writes?
If I could recommend this book to anyone at all, I’d recommend it to my nana (my mom’s mom), and my grandma (my dad’s mom). Even though my grandma doesn’t celebrate Christmas (she’s Jewish), I already know she’d love the descriptions of the food Bruno made at the tail end of the book. My nana would appreciate that, too; she’d absolutely love the directions from Bruno on how to cook the liver dish (my nana is still the only person in my family who loved liver). My grandma would try to recreate most of the meals, which sound great in the book, so I know to the core of my being that she’d make the meal great! Other than recommending the book to my nana and grandma, I’d offer this book as a suggestion of what to read next if you’re a regular reader of Christmastime cozy mysteries that are also quick to read, with guaranteed HEAs and simple acts of kindness that make a story all sorts of wholesome. Even though I’ve only rated this book 3/5 stars, it’s still a gentle read from what I remember in the short time I spent reading this book.