Chocolat (Chocolat #1), by Joanne Harris
Chocolat by Joanne Harris This is one of the rare occasions I’m giving up on a book but I just don’t enjoy this one at all… From the beginning, I’m confronted with “paranormal”, “supernatural” bullshit. » My mother was a witch. « Yes, sure… But that’s not all, superstition abounds… » The forking of the fingers to divert the path of malchance. « Then there’s the catholic priest… I despise anything related to so-called “churches” which, to me, are dens of bigotry, hypocrisy and a haven for hostile and misanthropic beliefs and people. And, worst of all, home to any kind of preacher (the child-molesting variety gets extra protection). So, yes, even in a negative context as in this novel, I don’t want to hear about those male harpies. Also, a novel that in all seriousness tells me » Scrying with chocolate is a difficult business. « is beyond redemption. The 25% I’ve read were also very, very clichéd with simplistic characters, a heroine that left me entirely and completely d...