Kingdom of the Blind by Louise PennyUnfortunately I have finished. I tried to make it last as long as possible, reading it slowly, even though I wanted to rush to the end. Three Pines, such picturesque village, I would love to live there, if it was real of course. I mentioned that to someone and they said, Yes, but they have alot of murders for such a small town. True, I had to laugh, but it is the characters, the the people that live there, and the way they care for each other, even the demented poet Ruth.
Well, this time no murder in the village. Instead Gamache and Myrna, arrive separately, not knowing the other was coming, at a tumbled down farmhouse. They are tasked, along with another new arrival, with a very strange request. Despite their doubts, they are intrigued and accept. This brings them into a mystery over 160 years old and bearing a famous name. Also of course, are the remnants from the last novel, missing drugs and a suspended Gamache.
This may well be my favorite entry, so far in this series. Trademark humor, tenderness, and of course some great investigative ability is shown. Gamache and his complicated character is fully displayed. A few new characters too, and one that attaches to another, will be very surprising indeed. At books end, just when explanations are given, the cases wrapped up nicely or in some cases not, we are presented with a most unexpected zinger. Now I wonder just where the next book will take us. So I wait.
ARC from Minotaur books.
Uncle Jack and the Emperor Penguins
I have learned a lot about how I measure my own worth. And how my characters measure their worth. Sonya is a very intelligent, strong, and stubborn individual. The ballbreaker I wish to be. I always thought on this interview while creating Sonya. And not just in the physical sense.
The Story Of Nyati Mampoer. The twin arts of fermentation and distillation have existed almost since man learned to work copper. And converting the fruits of his orchards into elixirs that warm the cockles of his heart was once second nature to almost everyone who farmed the land. But, sadly, these arts were nearly lost with the coming of the big corporations and farming conglomerates. Nearly, but not completely.