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The Cruelest Month (Chief Inspector Gamache Series #3)

The Cruelest Month (Chief Inspector Gamache Series #3)

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by Louise Penny

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It’s spring in the tiny, forgotten village of Three Pines.

But not everything is meant to return to life...

When a group of villagers decide to celebrate Easter with a séance at the Old Hadley House, they are hoping to rid the town of its evil—until one of their party dies of fright. Was this a natural death? Or was the victim


It’s spring in the tiny, forgotten village of Three Pines.

But not everything is meant to return to life...

When a group of villagers decide to celebrate Easter with a séance at the Old Hadley House, they are hoping to rid the town of its evil—until one of their party dies of fright. Was this a natural death? Or was the victim somehow helped along?


Enter Chief Inspector Armand Gamache. He knows evil when he sees it. But this time, he’s investigating a case that will force him to face his very own ghosts...as well as those residing in this seemingly idyllic town. Are the residents of Three Pines hiding something great and sinister about their past? Or is April about to deliver on its fateful threat?

“If you don’t give your heart to Gamache, you may have no heart to give.”—Kirkus Review (starred review)

“Penny takes exquisite care to create, flesh out, and nurture.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer

“The cozy mystery has a graceful practitioner…in Louise Penny.”The New York Times

Editorial Reviews

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“Certain books come to mind whenever that little voice whispers in your ear ‘Oh, lighten up!’… Louise Penny’s series about the eccentric residents of a postcard-perfect town in Canada can…be pretty funny.”—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times

“Who wouldn’t be charmed by the dramas of [the Three Pines] community…? Yet it is Penny’s fastidious, cultured, and smart Inspector Gamache who makes The Cruelest Month impossible to put down.”—People magazine (3 1/2 stars)

“Perhaps the deftest talent to arrive since Minette Walters, Penny produces what many have tried but few have mastered: a psychologically acute cozy. If you don’t give your heart to Gamache, you may have no heart to give.”—Kirkus Review (starred review)

“How much do I love [this] series? So much that I don’t merely crave the next installment—I want to live in Three Pines… Let Penny takes exquisite care to create, flesh out, and nurture the relationships in the village and on the police force. I will just have to sulk in the suburbs until she writes the next one.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer

“The thing about the Gamache novels is that while the crimes are intriguing...Gamache [is] completely original.”—Booklist

“Gamache is an engaging, modern-day Poirot...entertaining and thought-provoking.”—Library Journal (starred review)

“Expertly plotted.”—Publishers Weekly

“A charming oasis for the spirit...quirky and literate. Move over, Mitford.”—Charlotte Observer

“Rich characterizations, a credible plotline, and an increasingly likable protagonist in Gamache. Add [Penny’s] compassion, grace, and wisdom, and readers will rejoice in the latest entry in this stylish and sensitive series.”—Richmond Times Dispatch

“If you aren’t familiar with…Gamache and the charming town of Three Pines, you are missing something wonderful in the world of mystery fiction.”—Omaha World-Herald

Publishers Weekly

Chief Insp. Armand Gamache and his team investigate another bizarre crime in the tiny Québec village of Three Pines in Penny's expertly plotted third cozy (after 2007's A Fatal Grace). As the townspeople gather in the abandoned and perhaps haunted Hadley house for a séance with a visiting psychic, Madeleine Favreau collapses, apparently dead of fright. No one has a harsh word to say about Madeleine, but Gamache knows there's more to the case than meets the eye. Complicating his inquiry are the repercussions of Gamache having accused his popular superior at the Sûreté du Québec of heinous crimes in a previous case. Fearing there might be a mole on his team, Gamache works not only to solve the murder but to clear his name. Arthur Ellis Award-winner Penny paints a vivid picture of the French-Canadian village, its inhabitants and a determined detective who will strike many Agatha Christie fans as a 21st-century version of Hercule Poirot. (Mar.)

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Library Journal

The Quebecois village of Three Pines (first introduced in Still Lifeand Fatal Grace) is once again the scene of a perplexing murder, and Chief Inspector Armand Gamache and his team have caught the case. Madeleine Favreau, a cheerful and well-liked village resident, collapsed and died at an impromptu seance at a local house thought to be haunted. The cause of death is pronounced a high dose of ephedrine and fright. But Madeleine wasn't dieting, so who slipped her the ephedrine? Gamache is an engaging, modern-day Poirot who gently teases out information from his suspects while enjoying marvelous bistro meals and cozy walks on the village common. His team is an unlikely troupe of departmental misfits who blossom under his deft tutelage, turning up just the right clues. Penny is an award-winning writer whose cozies go beyond traditional boundaries, providing entertaining characters, a picturesque locale, and thought-provoking plots. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ11/1/07.]
—Susan Clifford Braun

Kirkus Reviews
Four statements lead to wisdom, but not before mischief and revenge come into play. The slumberous Quebecois village of Three Pines is about to have its hackles raised. In the spirit of good fun, the owner of the local B&B has arranged for a visiting Hungarian psychic to conduct a seance. She turns out not to be Hungarian and the seance is a dud. Undaunted, the participants plan a sequel at the deserted old Hadley house on the hill, where one of their number is evidently scared to death. How, why and whodunit will fall to Chief Inspector Armand Gamache (A Fatal Grace, 2007, etc.) to discover, his task complicated by the villagers' tendencies to conceal secrets and his own cadre of officers' to work against him in payback for his role in bringing charges against a superior. A mother will disappoint a daughter. A husband will taunt a wife. And a golden girl too good at everything for her own good will wreak havoc on the village while Gamache instructs his subordinates in the path to wisdom: learning to say I don't know, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I need help. Perhaps the deftest talent to arrive since Minette Walters, Penny produces what many have tried but few have mastered: a psychologically acute cozy. If you don't give your heart to Gamache, you may have no heart to give.

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St. Martin's Press
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Chief Inspector Gamache Series , #3
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First Edition
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Kneeling in the fragrant moist grass of the village green Clara Morrow carefully hid the Easter egg and thought about raising the dead, which she planned to do right after supper. Wiping a strand of hair from her face, she smeared bits of grass, mud and some other brown stuff that might not be mud into her tangled hair. All around, villagers wandered with their baskets of brightly colored eggs, looking for the perfect hiding places. Ruth Zardo sat on the bench in the middle of the green tossing the eggs at random, though occasionally she'd haul off and peg someone in the back of the head or on the bottom. She had disconcertingly good aim for someone so old and so nuts, thought Clara.

'You going tonight?' Clara asked, trying to distract the old poet from taking aim at Monsieur Béliveau.

'Are you kidding? Live people are bad enough; why would I want to bring one back from the dead?'

With that Ruth whacked Monsieur Béliveau in the back of his head. Fortunately the village grocer was wearing a cloth cap. It was also fortunate he had great affection for the white-haired ramrod on the bench. Ruth chose her victims well. They were almost always people who cared for her.

Normally being pelted by a chocolate Easter egg wouldn't be a big deal, but these weren't chocolate. They'd made that mistake only once.

A few years earlier, when the village of Three Pines first decided to have an egg hunt on Easter Sunday, there'd been great excitement. The villagers met at Olivier's Bistro and over drinks and Brie they divvied up bags of chocolate eggs to be hidden the next day. 'Ooohs' and 'Aaaaahs' tinged with envy filled the air. Would that they were children again. But their pleasure would surely come from seeing the faces of the village children. Besides, the kids might not find them all, especially those hidden behind Olivier's bar.

'They're gorgeous.' Gabri picked up a tiny marzipan goose, delicately sculpted, then bit its head off.

'Gabri.' His partner Olivier yanked what was left of the goose from Gabri's massive hand. 'They're for the kids.'

'You just want it for yourself.' Gabri turned to Myrna and muttered so that everyone could hear, 'Great idea. Gay men offering chocolates to children. Let's alert the Moral Majority.'

Blond and bashful, Olivier blushed furiously.

Myrna smiled. She looked like a massive Easter egg herself, black and oval and wrapped in a brilliant purple and red caftan.

Most of the tiny village was at the bistro, crowded around the long bar of polished wood, though some had flopped down in the comfortable old armchairs scattered about. All for sale. Olivier's was also an antique shop. Discreet tags dangled from everything, including Gabri when he felt under-appreciated and under-applauded.

It was early April and fires crackled cheerily in the open grates, throwing warm light on the wide-plank pine floors, stained amber by time and sunlight. Waiters moved effortlessly through the beamed room, offering drinks and soft, runny Brie from Monsieur Pagé's farm. The bistro was at the heart of the old Quebec village, sitting as it did on the edge of the green. On either side of it and attached by connecting doors were the rest of the shops, hugging the village in an aged brick embrace. Monsieur Béliveau's general store, Sarah's Boulangerie, then the bistro and finally, just off that, Myrna's Livres, Neufs et Usagés. Three craggy pine trees had stood at the far end of the green for as long as anyone remembered, like wise men who'd found what they were looking for. Outward from the village, dirt roads radiated and meandered into the mountains and forests.

But Three Pines itself was a village forgotten. Time eddied and swirled and sometimes bumped into it, but never stayed long and never left much of an impression. For hundreds of years the village had nestled in the palm of the rugged Canadian mountains, protected and hidden and rarely found except by accident. Sometimes, a weary traveler crested the hill and looking down saw, like Shangri-La, the welcoming circle of old homes. Some were weathered fieldstone built by settlers clearing the land of deeply rooted trees and back-breaking stones. Others were red brick and built by United Empire Loyalists desperate for sanctuary. And some had the swooping metal roofs of the Québécois home with their intimate gables and broad verandas. And at the far end was Olivier's Bistro, offering café au lait and fresh-baked croissants, conversation and company and kindness. Once found, Three Pines was never forgotten. But it was only ever found by people lost.

Myrna looked over at her friend Clara Morrow, who was sticking out her tongue. Myrna stuck hers out too. Clara rolled her eyes. Myrna rolled hers, taking a seat beside Clara on the soft sofa facing the fireplace.

'You weren't smoking garden mulch again while I was in Montreal, were you?'

'Not this time,' Clara laughed. 'You have something on your nose.'

Myrna felt around, found something and examined it. 'Mmm, it's either chocolate, or skin. Only one way to find out.'

She popped it in her mouth.

'God.' Clara winced. 'And you wonder why you're single.'

'I don't wonder.' Myrna smiled. 'I don't need a man to complete me.'

'Oh really? What about Raoul?'

'Ah, Raoul,' said Myrna dreamily. 'He was a sweet.'

'He was a gummy bear,' agreed Clara.

'He completed me,' said Myrna. 'And then some.' She patted her middle, large and generous, like the woman herself.

'Look at this.' A razor voice cut through conversation.

Ruth Zardo stood in the center of the bistro holding aloft a chocolate rabbit as though it were a grenade. It was made of rich dark chocolate, its long ears perky and alert, its face so real Clara half expected it to twitch its delicate candy whiskers. In its paws it held a basket woven from white and milk chocolate, and in that basket sat a dozen candy eggs, beautifully decorated. It was lovely and Clara prayed Ruth wasn't about to toss it at someone.

'It's a bunny rabbit,' snarled the elderly poet.

'I eat them too,' said Gabri to Myrna. 'It's a habit. A rabbit habit.'

Myrna laughed and immediately wished she hadn't. Ruth turned her glare on her.

'Ruth.' Clara stood up and approached cautiously, holding her husband Peter's Scotch as enticement. 'Let the bunny go.'

It was a sentence she'd never said before.

'It's a rabbit,' Ruth repeated as though to slow children. 'So what's it doing with these?'

She pointed to the eggs.

'Since when do rabbits have eggs?' Ruth persisted, looking at the bewildered villagers. 'Never thought of that, eh? Where did it get them? Presumably from chocolate chickens. The bunny must have stolen the eggs from candy chickens who're searching for their babies. Frantic.'

The funny thing was, as the old poet spoke Clara could actually imagine chocolate chickens running around desperate to find their eggs. Eggs stolen by the Easter bunny.

With that Ruth dropped the chocolate bunny to the floor, shattering it.

'Oh, God,' said Gabri, running to pick it up. 'That was for Olivier.'

'Really?' said Olivier, forgetting he himself had bought it.

'This is a strange holiday,' said Ruth ominously. 'I've never liked it.'

'And now it's mutual,' said Gabri, holding the fractured rabbit as though an adored and wounded child. He's so tender, thought Clara not for the first time. Gabri was so big, so overwhelming, it was easy to forget how sensitive he was. Until moments like these when he gently held a dying chocolate bunny.

'How do we celebrate Easter?' the old poet demanded, yanking Peter's Scotch from Clara and downing it. 'We hunt eggs and eat hot cross buns.'

'Mais, we go to St Thomas's too,' said Monsieur Béliveau.

'More people go to Sarah's Boulangerie than ever show up at church,' snapped Ruth. 'They buy pastry with an instrument of torture on it. I know you think I'm crazy, but maybe I'm the only sane one here.'

And on that disconcerting note she limped to the door, then turned back.

'Don't put those chocolate eggs out for the children. Something bad will happen.'

And like Jeremiah, the weeping prophet, she was right. Something bad did happen.

Next morning the eggs had vanished. All that could be found were wrappers. At first the villagers suspected older children, or perhaps even Ruth, had sabotaged the event.

'Look at this,' said Peter, holding up the shredded remains of a chocolate bunny box. 'Teeth marks. And claws.'

'So it was Ruth,' said Gabri, taking the box and examining it.

'See here.' Clara raced after a candy wrapper blowing across the village green. 'Look, it's all ripped apart as well.'

After spending the morning hunting Easter egg wrappers and cleaning up the mess, most villagers trudged back to Olivier's to warm themselves by the fire.

'Now, really,' said Ruth to Clara and Peter over lunch at the bistro. 'Couldn't you see that coming?'

'I admit it seems obvious,' Peter laughed, cutting into his golden croque-monsieur, the melted Camembert barely holding the maple-smoked ham and flaky croissant together. Around him anxious parents buzzed, trying to bribe crying children.

'Every wild animal within miles must have been in the village last night,' said Ruth, slowly swirling the ice cubes in her Scotch. 'Eating Easter eggs. Foxes, raccoons, squirrels.'

'Bears,' said Myrna, joining their table. 'Jesus, that's pretty scary. All those starving bears, rising from their dens, ravenous after hibernating all winter.'

'Imagine their surprise to find chocolate eggs and bunnies,' said Clara, between mouthfuls of creamy seafood chowder with chunks of salmon and scallops and shrimp. She took a crusty baguette and twisted off a piece, spreading it with Olivier's special sweet butter. 'The bears must have wondered what miracle had happened while they slept.'

'Not everything that rises up is a miracle,' said Ruth, lifting her eyes from the amber liquid, her lunch, and looking out the mullioned windows. 'Not everything that comes back to life is meant to. This is a strange time of year. Rain one day, snow the next. Nothing's certain. It's unpredictable.'

'Every season's unpredictable,' said Peter. 'Hurricanes in fall, snowstorms in winter.'

'But you've just proved my point,' said Ruth. 'You can name the threat. We all know what to expect in other seasons. But not spring. The worst flooding happens in spring. Forest fires, killing frosts, snowstorms and mud slides. Nature's in turmoil. Anything can happen.'

'The most achingly beautiful days happen in spring too,' said Clara.

'True, the miracle of rebirth. I hear whole religions are based on the concept. But some things are better off buried.' The old poet got up and downed her Scotch. 'It's not over yet. The bears will be back.'

'I would be too,' said Myrna, 'if I'd suddenly found a village made of chocolate.'

Clara smiled, but her eyes were on Ruth, who for once didn't radiate anger or annoyance. Instead Clara caught something far more disconcerting.


THE CRUELLEST MONTH Copyright 2007 Louise Penny

Meet the Author

LOUISE PENNY is the author of the #1 New York Times and Globe and Mail bestselling series of Chief Inspector Armand Gamache novels. She has won numerous awards, including a CWA Dagger and the Agatha Award (five times), and was a finalist for the Edgar Award for Best Novel. In 2017, she received the Order of Canada “for her contribution to Canadian culture.” Louise lives in a small village south of Montréal. Visit her on Facebook or at www.louisepenny.com.

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Cruelest Month (Armand Gamache Series #3) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 128 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read every Louise Penny novel in this series, and I'm delighted to have found a grand story teller and good writer in this new mystery novelist. I think Ms. Penny is excellent at both character development as well as the intricate weaving of plot strands that develop within the book and from book to book. I found The Cruelest Month to be the most engaging in the series to date. I realized that near the book's end, I was slowing down in my reading to extend the time I had with the characters I now know and love. I hope another story about Inspector Gamache and the folk of Three Pines will come our way before long.
edofarrell More than 1 year ago
This series could be described as 'Lake Woebegon' with murders. The writing is sharp with effective dialog. The reader is transported to Three Pines and becomes immersed in the idylic life of the village. The mysteries are believable, the tension builds nicely and the endings are realistic and satisfying. If you're looking for several hours of enjoyment, these books are well worth the investment.
SJN1950 More than 1 year ago
It's all about father-son relationships and the hidden side of our character--and how we are shaped by these relationships. This book features Peter's family, but also Armand's history and his relationship to Daniel. And even a father-son type relationship between a senior employer and a wait staff is included. The contrast in the Morrow and Gamache family is striking and as interesting as the murder mystery-how and who dunnit.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the characters, the plot and the writing. I find myself using Penny's quotes and poetry and I am always sorry when her books are finished. I hate to say goodbye until the next book.
StonehamMary More than 1 year ago
While I enjoy this series I find it hard to believe that so many diverse characters live in this town with such evil thoughts. As the reader, we can hear the jealousies which makes you suspect the motives of everyone. My favorite character, Ruth is not likeable in the least but I find her loveable in a prickly way. Her scenes with the goslings in this story are unforgetable. My least favorite characters are Beauvoir and Peter, who I think must do something really devastating in later books. The author does a good job taking the reader from the small town atmosphere of Three Pines to the Judiciary in Montreal. Having driven in the northern areas of New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine I found that the description of the potholes actually made my kidneys hurt. I recommend this one for a day when you have several hours to read. It easily will fill your afternoon.
carol68 More than 1 year ago
Excellent book
lb7 More than 1 year ago
I began reading Louise Penny's Gamache series with the 1st book and have read and enjoyed every one. Her writing is more akin to english writers with attention to details and the 'every day' in people's lives.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been reading the series, and am hooked! This is the best, and they keep getting better! I love THREE PINES and ARMAND GAMACHE. They are lovely read. penrob
Loyzee More than 1 year ago
I have read all ot the Armand Gamache series and hope Louise Penny writes many more like these.
Anonymous 16 days ago
I loved the love in this lovely love book
Anonymous 25 days ago
A deeply satisfying read with rich characters and a wise insight into relationships.
Delphimo 11 months ago
I very seldom reread a book, but this is a book club selection, and I enjoy reading Louise Penny. This time I listened to the audiobook, and the pleasure was immeasurable. Penny is the only author able to invoke strong emotions from me. The scenes involving Ruth and the duckling eggs provide a glimpse into the various layers of Ruth's personality that dominant her poetry. The sense of community building and healing shimmers through the darkest of the season. Louise Penny develops and expands on her characters in each new novel. My favorite characters are Ruth, Clara, Myrna, Armand, and Jean. Of course, I relish other characters, each has a distinct personality. Three Pines stands as an Eden, that also contains a serpent, plotting to expel the inhabitants from Paradise. What a treasure to have a new Armand Gamache book to explore.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the 1st mystery, the 2nd & this the 3rd. Expect to continue on. Great cast of characters & a fascinating sub-plot.
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Inspector Gamache is one of my favorite characters. He has a knack for solving murders and a loving heart to do it with. He cares about his staff and all the people of Three Pines Village. Will read every book in this series. Highly recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book drags. I have read her previous books. Because I love the main police characters and several of the village regulars, I stuck it out and finished the book. But by the time I learned Who-Done-It, I didn't care. I was more interested in the secondary plot, and it's conclusion was much more interesting.
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I have only recently found this series and thought at first that one book would be enough.  However, I find it very' hard to just walk away after one, and so far am on my third.   I'm not overly fond of Ruth, but her poetry has caught me. This is gentle reading and often I find myself totally unable to even guess at the culprit who is to blame, but find the  story itself of more interest - the lives and thoughts and behaviors of the people of Three Pines and certainly the lives of Beauvoir and the rest, even more than of Gamache
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