A Good Novel Is A Good Novel,

Better To Accept The Wretched Truth Than Struggle, Twisting To Make A Wish A Reality.

But There Was No Hiding From Conscience. Not In New Homes And New Cars. In Travel. In Meditation Or Frantic Activity. In Children, In Good Works. On Tiptoes Or Bended Knee. In A Big Career. Or A Small Cabin. It Would Find You. The Past Always Did. Which Was Why... It Was Vital To Be Aware Of Actions In The Present. Because The Present Became The Past, And The Past Grew. And Got Up, And Followed You. And Found You... Who Wouldn't Be Afraid Of This?

Life Is Change. If You Aren't Growing And Evolving, You're Standing Still, And The Rest Of The World Is Surging Ahead.

But You Want Murderous Feelings? Hang Around Librarians," Confided Gamache. "all That Silence. Gives Them Ideas.

The Question That Haunted Every Investigation Was 'why'.