Wow-I am a bit surprised to be giving this 5 stars, but it feels right. This book was a painful book to listen to, and despite the fact that it got me wanting desperately to read Canadian history and to hang out in Quebec with Sheila and Beth, wow I don't think I could read it again. Powerful.Rea...
snooze Didn't match up to the level of the previous Gamache novels.
This one took me awhile to get into - but the ending left me speechless. A bit disappointed in this book, felt it jumped around too much. Also I did not like the ending.
As I have said before, I LOVE these stories -- the settings, the recurring characters, the amazingly twisted plots --every one utterly second-read worthy. Number four in this series features a touching reveal, a literally breathtaking denouement, and a most mysterious death, especially the "how",...
First in the Chief Inspector Armand Gamache mystery series and revolving around Gamache and his sense of what's right. My TakeOh, this was lovely! A cozy contemporary mystery in a village of people pursuing their second careers with many of them artists or lovers of art. Some are longtime friends...
Second in the Chief Inspector Armand Gamache cozy mystery series and revolving around Gamache and a small cast of villagers from Three Pines in Canada.And winner of the 2007 Agatha Award for Best Novel!My TakeAn excellent cozy, cottage mystery with Québecois Christmas traditions as Gamache, a Mis...
Welcome to Three Pines, where the cruelest month is about to deliver on its threat. It’s spring in the tiny, forgotten village; buds are on the trees and the first flowers are struggling through the newly thawed earth. But not everything is meant to return to life. . . When some villa...
Tried to pretend she was mesmerized by the warm and lively fire. Tried to pretend she didn’t feel bruised and buffeted by the cold stares of the villagers, almost as violent as the storm outside. Tried to pretend she belonged. In Three Pines. She’d felt immediately comfortable the moment her litt...
A hard wood, making it hard to hear. But he could just make out the Chief. The words were muffled, but he recognized the voice.Beauvoir stood back, wondering what to do. That didn’t take long. If the Chief was again arguing with that fuck-head Francoeur, Beauvoir wasn’t going to let him fight it ...
Ruth admitted. “And Monsieur Béliveau knew,” said Gamache. “That’s why he’s been visiting you so early in the morning when he thought no one would see.” “He’s a good man, Armand,” said Ruth, warning in her voice. “Too good perhaps.” “He’s certainly good at keeping secrets.” “Look, none of us knew...
“You sound like a schoolgirl,” said Ruth Zardo. “Are your feelings all hurt? I know what’ll help. Scotch?” “It’s ten in the morning.” “I was asking, not offering. Did you bring Scotch?” “Of course I didn’t.” “Well then, why’re you here?” Armand Gamache was trying to remember that himself. Ruth Za...
He’d arrived headstrong and left feet first. On Commander Gamache’s order, the cadets and professors lined the long, long marble hallway and stood at attention as the body was wheeled out. They were quiet, respectful. And not a single tear was shed. “True to his profit and his pride,” said Isabel...
Harris and Inspector Beauvoir watched the dead man being lowered to the ground. At the same time, Chief Inspector Gamache walked over to the living man. Tom Scott.“How are you feeling?”“Sick and cold. Can I go now?”“In a minute.”“I’ve been here for hours.” Tom Scott looked at his watch. “It’s alm...
Crumbs fell to the concrete floor as she ate her breakfast while sitting on the stool in front of his unfinished painting. She knew Peter would have howled, as though the crumbs were acid and the floor his skin. Clara was perhaps not as careful as she should have been. As she could have been. Per...