I want to be as good as Louise Penny when I grow up. Her Armand Gamache in the Three Pines mysteries series is novel poetry. The way she describes food makes you hungry, and it slows the scene down just enough to let your imagination join the party. You are sitting beside her characters in the same bistro.
Still Life, “They ate by candlelight, the candles of all shapes and sizes flickering around the kitchen. Their plates were piled high with turkey and chestnut stuffing, candied yams and potatoes, peas and gravy.”
A Fatal Grace, “Little Rose Lévesque stared up at the bûche de Noël, the traditional Christmas log, made of rich cake and coated with the thickest of icing, her tiny, chubby fingers curling over the tablecloth embroidered with
Santa Claus. . .”
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