A Good Novel Is A Good Novel,

The Leaves Had Fallen From The Trees And Lay Crisp And Crackling Beneath His Feet. Picking One Up He Marveled, Not For The First Time, At The Perfection Of Nature Where Leaves Were Most Beautiful At The Very End Of Their Lives.

It Is Very, Very Dangerous To Come Between A Person And Their Beliefs.

Her Voice Was Slightly Accented But Her French Was Perfect. Someone Who'd Not Just Learned The Language But Loved It. And It Showed With Every Syllable. Gamache Knew It Was Impossible To Split Language From Culture. That Without One The Other Withered. To Love The Language Was To Respect The Culture.

How Much More Courage It Took To Be Kind Than To Be Cruel.

The Question That Haunted Every Investigation Was 'why'.