V: Vianne Rocher

Its the period of Lent. A period of penance. Of contemplation. Of self flagellation for the parish members of Fr. Francis Reynaud in the little town of Lansquenet-sous-Tannes. Into this little town arrives a Chocolatier with her little daughter and slowly turns the town around, one chocolate at a time. Vianne Rocher. The one with magic in her chocolate.
What caught me about Joanne Harris's Chocolat was the difference between the two main characters in the story. Those of Vianne and Francis.  One trying hard to be what he is not, one trying hard to remain what she is.
The different point of views are so well written, and one falls in love with Vianne right away. Her magic arrives on the wings of a butterfly. Soft, and fluttering. Transforming people around her.
Rather, not transforming them but making them own up to what they actually are. To be true to themselves.

“Divination is a means of telling ourselves what we already know.”

It is a beautiful read. The book is like the ingredient in it which appeals to me immensely. 

Chocolate.

Delicious.

Decadent.