The Blurb
When Framboise Simon returns to a small village on the banks of the Loire, the locals do not recognize her as the daughter of the infamous woman they hold responsible for a tragedy during the German occupation years ago. But the past and present are inextricably entwined, particularly in a scrapbook of recipes and memories that Framboise has inherited from her mother. And soon Framboise will realize that the journal also contains the key to ther tragedy that indelibly marked that summer of her ninth year....
The First Line
When my mother died she left the farm to my brother, Cassis, the fortune in the wine cellar to my sister, Reine-Claude, and to me, the youngest, her album and a two-liter jar containing a single black Périgord truffle, large as a tennis ball, suspended in sunflower oil, that, when uncorked, still releases the rich dank perfume of the forest floor.
Why I Decided to Take on the Read
I was instantly owned by this book upon my eyes laid upon it. The cover has a finely grainy texture. The wicked black font and orange peel on the cover made me want to go home and read it. The first line was breathtaking. Long sentences with carefully picked dainty words are love to me.
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