The Lollipop Shoes (The Girl with No Shadow)

‘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... Herself.Praise for Joanne Harris: ‘One of Britain’s most popular novelists’ Daily Mail ‘She is so terrific, she can write about anywhere, anything, anyone’ Daily Telegraph THE SECOND NOVEL IN THE BESTSELLING CHOCOLAT SERIES 'A delicious urban fairytale' DAILY MAIL Seeking refuge and anonymity in the cobbled streets of Montmartre, Vianne Rocher – disguising herself as 'Yanne' – and her two daughters live peacefully, if not happily, above their little chocolate shop. Nothing unusual marks them out, and the wind has stopped – at least for a while. Then into their lives blows Zozie de l'Alba, the lady with the lollipop shoes, ruthless, devious and seductive. 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. ' Chocolat was a hard act to follow but Harris has managed it in style' DAILY EXPRESS 'She is terrific, she can write about anywhere, anything, anyone' DAILY TELEGRAPH 'Harris is as good at portraying the agonies of motherhood as she is at evoking the scent of bitter chocolate laced with cinnamon and chilli' SUNDAY TIMES For all those who loved Chocolat - Vianne is back.'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.....Herself. 'a Delicious Urban Fairytale, Where Killer Shoes And Aztec Myths Battle It Out With True Love And The Seductive Power Of Chocolate' Daily Mail '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 Two Daughters 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,ruthless, Devious And Seductive. 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... Herself. For All Those Who Loved Chocolat - The Second Vianne Rocher Novel. Seeking refuge and anonymity in the cobbled streets of Montmartre, Yanne and her two daughters 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, ruthless, devious and seductive. 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 ... herself '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 two daughters 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.