'Who died?' I said. 'Or is it a secret?'
'My mother, Vianne Rocher.'
Seeking refuge and anonymity in the cobbled streets of Montmartre, Yanne and her daughters, Rosette and Annie, live peacefully, if not happily, above their little chocolate shop.Nothing unusual marks them out; no red sachets hang by the door.The wind has stopped - at least for a while.Then into their lives blows Zozie de l'Alba, the lady with the lollipop shoes, and everything begins to change....
But this new friendship is not what it seems.Ruthless, devious and seductive, Zozie de l'Alba has plans of her own - plans that will shake their world to pieces.And with everything she loves at stake, Yanne must face a difficult choice; to flee, as she has done so many times before, or to confront her most dangerous enemy.....
A delicious urban fairytale, where killer shoes and Aztec myths battle it out with true love and the seductive power of chocolate
This is Harris's best novel to date
She is so terrific, she can write about anywhere, anything, anyone
Harris is in a class of her own... an absolutely scrumptious read.
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