| Product Summary | | Format: Paperback | | ISBN: 9780312948559 | | Publisher: St. Martin's Press | | Publish Date: 5/1/2007 | | Buy.com Sku: 203434039 | | Item#: RQRSDQ | | Dimensions (in Inches) 7H x 4.25L x 1.25T | | Pages: 336 |
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| | | With this award-winning first novel, Penny introduces Inspector Armand Gamache, who commands his forces with integrity and quiet courage. Locals are convinced a murder is no more than a tragic hunting accident, but Gamache uncovers something more sinister. RThis cerebral mystery . . . is a rare treat.S--"People." Martin's Press.
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Jane Neal is a retired schoolteacher who appears to be loved by everyone who has ever met her. When she is shot through the chest with an arrow, it's hard to imagine that anyone could have done it on purpose. But as Chief Inspector Armand Gamache is soon to find out, everything is not as it seems in this alluring small-town whodunit by first-time novelist Louise Penny.
| Praise| "The beauty of [this novel] is that it's composed entirely of grace notes, all related to the central mystery....[Penny's] deceptively simple style masks the complex patterns of a well-devised plot." - Marilyn Stasio July 23, 2006 |
| | Read A Chapter | Miss Jane Neal met her maker in the early morning mist of Thanksgiving Sunday. It was pretty much a surprise all round. Miss Neal’s was not a natural death, unless you’re of the belief everything happens as it’s supposed to. If so, for her seventy-six years Jane Neal had been walking toward this final moment when death met her in the brilliant maple woods on the verge of the village of Three Pines. She’d fallen spread-eagled, as though making angels in the bright and brittle leaves.
Chief Inspector Armand Gamache of the Sûreté du Québec knelt down; his knees cracking like the report of a hunter’s rifle, his large, expressive hands hovered over the tiny circle of blood marring her fluffy cardigan, as though like a magician he could remove the wound and restore the woman. But he could not. That wasn’t his gift. Fortunately for Gamache he had others. Continues...Click to read more... Miss Jane Neal met her maker in the early morning mist of Thanksgiving Sunday. It was pretty much a surprise all round. Miss Neal’s was not a natural death, unless you’re of the belief everything happens as it’s supposed to. If so, for her seventy-six years Jane Neal had been walking toward this final moment when death met her in the brilliant maple woods on the verge of the village of Three Pines. She’d fallen spread-eagled, as though making angels in the bright and brittle leaves.
Chief Inspector Armand Gamache of the Sûreté du Québec knelt down; his knees cracking like the report of a hunter’s rifle, his large, expressive hands hovered over the tiny circle of blood marring her fluffy cardigan, as though like a magician he could remove the wound and restore the woman. But he could not. That wasn’t his gift. Fortunately for Gamache he had others. Continues...
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