Following on from the excellent TH1RT3EN, a kick-ass legal thriller from Steve Cavanagh, I picked up Louise Penny’s thirteenth book (see, see what I did there) in her Armand Gamache series, GLASS HOUSES. And, before I knew it, was almost half way—over half way?—through the book. And, at this break neck pace, I look set to finish the rest of it possible tonight, in one sitting!
Yes, it’s that good. Yes, it’s that absorbing. This has been, so far, one very powerful read. So much so, I was cussing Penny’s good name last night. Yelling at Gamache, no, literally, I was that absorbed with the character, and what was happening! My partner asking me what was wrong and, on seeing my face, thought I might throw the book at the wall.
No! I can’t tell you at this stage why, it would spoil everything. Just know that when I do finish and get around to writing my review, there will be some big time spoilers involved. There will be no other way to talk about this book, without discussing this monumental moment.
“When a mysterious figure appears in Three Pines one cold November day, Armand Gamache and the rest of the villagers are at first curious. Then wary. Through rain and sleet, the figure stands unmoving, staring ahead.
From the moment its shadow falls over the village, Gamache, now Chief Superintendent of the Sureté du Québec, suspects the creature has deep roots and a dark purpose. Yet he does nothing. What can he do? Only watch and wait. And hope his mounting fears are not realized.
But when the figure vanishes overnight and a body is discovered, it falls to Gamache to discover if a debt has been paid or levied.
Months later, on a steamy July day as the trial for the accused begins in Montreal, Chief Superintendent Gamache continues to struggle with actions he set in motion that bitter November, from which there is no going back. More than the accused is on trial. Gamache’s own conscience is standing in judgment.”
I don’t even have to get to the end to know that this one is going to score high. Maybe the highest score I’ve ever given a book. Maybe even that magical, perfect 10? Who knows. I need the weekend to gnaw over my thoughts and feelings, and to try put into words how this book has made me feel.
I’m in shock.