Vianne is seeking a different life for her daughter, Anouk, than the one of her own childhood, one in which Vianne and her mother were constantly on the run staying a step ahead of those who viewed their practice in magic as an afront to commuinity norms. Vianne settles into the small Lansquent, France on the day of Carnival, opens a chocolate shop, and does her best to create a normalcy for her daughter without abandoning her values. Unfortunatley, the town priest sees everything about Vianne and her chocolate shop as a direct threat to the community, the church's festivals, and the sacraments. I mean imagine a chocolatier actually making chocolate eggs and bunnies for Easter!
I'm going to apologize upfront here. I'm going to get sappy on you. From an objective point of view this is not a work I would normally enjoy and gush over. However, on so many levels I just connected with the story and Vianne. First, for those of you who follow me on FB you know how much I love to cook. For me the soul of the family can be found in the kitchen. This comes from spending so much time in the kitchen with my mother and grandmother until just a couple of years ago. I loved how Harris used a confectioner as a means to chase away demons, heal wounds, bring people together, and act as an equalizer amont the community. Harris depicts not only the inherited magic Vianne uses to see into the soul of the townspeople, but she compares her skill in the kitchen to magic, "there is a kind of alchemy in the transformation of base chocolate into this wise fool's gold, a layman's magic that even my mother might have relished." (pg 53) . Secondly, I understand how difficult it can be to move into a small town and try to ingratiate yourself into it. Finally, I also just absolutely loved some of the characters, particularly Armande Voizin, an elderly woman with a long memory of the priest's past.
this being said, the themes are superficial and the actions incredibly predictable. I really think it is my own experiences that endears this work to my heart. I may finally understand the concept of a guilty pleasure?