I went into All the Devils Are Here feeling somewhat like a battered wife going back to her husband for the fourth time. "Maybe this time will be different," I told myself. "Maybe she'll have changed back into the author I fell in love with all those years ago," I thought.
These last few years, and last three novels, have been rough. I don't think I could in good conscience recommend any of them, but here I was again. And you know what?! All the Devils Are Here (unlike abusive men), made it all worth it! The humor, seriousness, intricate storyline, everything was back to how it should have been all along. Yes, there's still a mention or two of the shootout in the factory, but the wallowing has passed. We get away from the (still relevant and timely) rebuilding of the police force for a well-earned trip to Paris.
Honestly, the only fly in the ointment for me was Daniel, Gamache's whiny, whinging son, whom Gamache handles with a saint-like care that left me wishing at least Ruth could have had a go at him. But it's not enough to stop me from loving this book. Come home, Louise Penny, I've left the door unlocked and all is forgiven.