This is the latest in a series of novels-over a dozen- featuring Chief Inspector Gamache of the Quebec police force. It is set in a quaint, out-of-the-way Canadian village called Three Pines, which would be perfect in every way except for the archaic internet and lack of cell-phone reception. I would very much like to step into the village bistro (connected to a bookshop; how charming is that?) and have a cup of tea myself. There are mouth-watering, gastrointestinal delights mentioned in the book:
The subtle scents of the casserole he’d made for them-garlic, onions, herbs, slight musky mushrooms and beef-mixed with the fragrance of the maple logs on the fire.
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