At the beginning of Lent, an unwed mother opens a decadent
chocolate shop in a tiny, religious French village that hasn't
changed for a 100 years. Scorned as a Jezebel and a witch by some
and revered for her confectionary healing by others, Vianne asks,
"I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring
down a multitude of saints crash-crash-crashing among the hazels
and nougatines...

"Is that so bad?"

Joanne Harris, part French and English, intersperses her novel's
sumptuous prose with French expressions and the sights, smells, and
flavors she grew up with in her own grandmother's sweetshop. A
modern day fairy tale which advises us to succumb to life's
overlooked pleasures, CHOCOLAT is a feast for the romantic
senses.