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THREADSUNS above the grayblack wastes.
A tree-high thought grasps the light-tone:
there are still songs to sing beyond mankind.

Absolutely monumental. A dense, complex, wonderful read.

Down-to-Earth Cozy Mystery with Three-Dimensional Characters. Bravo, Ms Meier!

Lucy keeps getting herself in deeper & deeper - in the wonderful adventures of Lucy Stone, amateur detective, working mom, & wide-eyed innocent!

Wow! Leslie Meier is a Real Talent - I never would have guessed that from the inexpensive price, but I’ve been blown away before by other talents I’ve picked out by chance, on sale, too far from pension cheque day! A really charming New England mystery centering on the nice, hardworking but quite ordinary young Lucy Stone.

A Harmless Holiday Hoot!

He hated his life, and he didn’t understand it. The pressure, the pressure, THE PRESSURE of not being who he truly was, and worse - NOT KNOWING who he truly was(!)

What a book. Hitting the ancient nail on the head...

A very sober day of reckoning for the guilty.

Incredibly tense ending... Penny provokes such empathy for this very human chief inspector!

Nail-biting suspense as Gamache prepares to crack this complex case wide open...

WINTER
The stormy evening closes now in vain,
Loud wails the wind and beats the driving rain,
While here in sheltered house
With fire-painted walls..
‘Blow, blow,’ I cry, ‘you burst your cheeks in vain!
Blow, blow,’ I cry, ‘my love is home again!’

THOUGHTS THAT VISIT ME ON BUSY STREETS...
Billions of faces on the earth’s surface.
My face, yours, whose -
you’ll never know.
Maybe Nature has to shortchange us,
and to keep up, meet demand,
she fishes up what’s been sunk
in the mirror of oblivion.

Gamache stood in front of an image of three elderly women, arms entwined, cradling each other...
‘Can you make out the writing on the wall behind them?’ She nodded toward the painting.
Gamache leaned in and put on his reading glasses.
‘Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering,
There’s a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.’
He read it out loud...
‘Leonard Cohen.’

Murder was deeply human, the murder and the murderer. To describe the murderer as a monstrosity, a grotesque, was to give him an unfair advantage. No. Murderers were human, and at the root of each murder was an emotion. Warped, no doubt. Twisted and ugly. But an emotion.

‘Armand Gamache wondered whether CC was at that very moment trying to explain herself to a perplexed God and a couple of very angry seals.’
Cute, but will be lost on all fellow Goodreaders without the context. All I can say is this Chief Inspector ROCKS!

TO STAND, in the shadow
of the stigma in the air.

Standing-for-no-one-and-nothing.
Unrecognized,
for you
alone.

With all that has room in it,
even without
language.

‘You need to tread very carefully, Agent Lemieux. I often think we should have tattooed to the back of whatever hand we use to shoot or write, “I might be wrong.”’

Brings back SO many fond memories of frigid Québec winters! And Chief Inspector Gamache is wonderful.

Not bad! I recommend it highly to Christian romantics...

Penny’s warm and all-embracing humanity - comparable to Dame Agatha Christie’s - will surely keep us guessing till the end!

A good old-fashioned CANADIAN mystery with clearly-drawn good guys and bad guys!

Now THIS is a book that reminds me of what school was REALLY like in the 1950’s - to a tiny tot like me! Wow. The real deal, but hilariously portrayed...