“What killed people wasn’t a bullet, a blade, a fist to the face. What killed people was a feeling. Left too long. Sometimes in the cold, frozen. Sometimes buried and fetid. And sometimes on the shores of a lake, isolated. Left to grow old, and odd.”
When I went looking for Louise Penny‘s lastest thriller, Bury Your Dead, after reading so much praise about it on so many blogs, the only work I could find from her at our prize winning library was A Rule Against Murder. But, I’m not disappointed.
For one thing, how lovely it is to relax into a novel. Not struggle for every nuance. Not analyze every symbol. Not decipher every tangled sentence the author wrote to impress the reader with his skill. It is exactly what I’ve needed right after Christmas, right after returning to the zoo we call school.
For another, what a lovely genre Mystery is. I’d forgotten how much I love a good whodunit. Maybe not the highest of intellectual endeavors, I will still fall back on a good mystery any day of the week. Especially one with the gentle and wise Chief Inspector Armand Gamache.