I absolutely adore Bruno, and in many ways, this book delivers the same things we've loved from past books: wonderful characters, delicious descriptions of food, and an obvious love and care for the Perigord region. This time, though, the mystery falls flat: it's overly complex, and the motive is not particularly well-explained, as the end is very rushed. Will I read the next Bruno book? Of course! Do I hope we return to mysteries less fantastical? I do.