The Nature of the Beast (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #11)

by Louise Penny

If a candy store vomited, Antoinette would be the result.

He wore his long gray hair in a ponytail that might not have been undone since the seventies.

you’d be good at it,” said Gabri. “You’ve been pretending to be human for years.” “Though not very convincingly,” said Myrna. “I never believed it.”

She was unmistakable and unmissable in a bright pink woolly sweater that was covered in dried leaves and bark. She looked like an escapee from a Dr. Seuss book. On the lam from green eggs and ham.

Jean-Guy looked, though Gamache would never say it to his face, a bit like Winnie-the-Pooh stuck in the honey jar.