One of those books that I don’t know quite what to make of. It’s a fairly old fashioned mystery that’s been moved to a Quebec village, it moves at a fairly pedestrian pace and, I think, it consciously overdoes the cliche. None of which is bad, but it didn’t quite add up to good for me. Halfway through I’d have given it an “I’ll finish it but I won’t read another”; having finished it I’ll give it an “It’s okay and I might read another, maybe”.