I read Still Life a year ago, and wasn't that impressed. Maybe because the librarian gushed over it, I had high expectations, but I didn't connect with Gamache, Clara, Peter, and the gang. Now, its clear that I wasn't used to Penny's writing style yet.

With A Fatal Grace, I knew what to expect. I expected cozy, small-town, flawed people. I expected humanness, error, and doubt. I went to Louise Penny's website, and found that she writes books about the consequences of murder, rather than the murder itself. In short, don't expect flashy and overdone. Think quiet village folks, a love of food and art, poetry, set against a murder. This time, I'm giving the book 4 stars.

Quotes:
‘You’re wrong there,’ said Ruth, following Myrna’s gaze. ‘This used to be my drug of choice. In my teens my drug of choice was acceptance, in my twenties it was approval, in my thirties it was love, in my forties it was Scotch... (page 45)

Murder was deeply human, the murdered and the murderer. (154)