Following the wind, Vianne Rocher and her daughter Anouk’s advent into the town of Lansquenet, France, sparks a renaissance in the sleepy town. Vianne’s uncatholic, pagan beliefs in scrying, divination and tarot irritate the priest Reynaud and his followers, especially since she used her beliefs and intuition to find out villager’s troubles, and sooth them with gifts of chocolate from her chocolaterie.
The gypsies sailing into town only cemented the priest’s hatred of her. According to him, gypsies thieved, brought disease, and stirred the villagers up. She supported the gypsies; she helped a woman leave her abusive husband; she befriended the atheist madwoman of the town. Reynaud took Vianne as a personal affront, making it a crusade to get his supporters to boycott her business and run her out of the city. But Vianne did well enough to have a chocolate festival. She decided to hold a chocolate festival on Easter Sunday.
The priest is outraged – such sinful decadence during the time they hold their Lenten fast? Maddened by lack of food and too angry to think clearly, he breaks into her store the night before the festival, intending to smash her chocolates. Instead, he caves in, tasting one chocolate, then another, a third, a fourth, till the bells ring on Easter Sunday and he is discovered asleep in the display window, to all appearances having gorged on chocolates in an orgy of pleasure that he always denounced. Humiliated, he runs to his house while Vianne’s chocolate festival begins.
The wind changes, calling her. Does she follow? Or has she found a home in Lansquenet? Pleasantly vague, the book doesn’t say whether or not Vianne stays in the happy town, now that the controlling priest who put his own interpretation on religion is gone.
In ending, a dark, deep, enjoyable read. 8/10. Chick lit warning for the gents!



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I hope to get my hands on the book soon. 