‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’ are often quoted words of wisdom. However, sometimes you should. The cover for ‘an appetite for violets’ is beautiful, sumptuous and intriguing, as is the book. We follow the tales of Biddy Leigh under-cook at Mawton hall, from England to Paris and Italy. Throughout this journey, she learns recipes for delicious (and often disgusting sounding) dishes, how to speak foreign languages and that nothing and no one is as they seem.
I don’t want to give too much away, but safe to say this is one of the best books I have read in a while. The characters are well developed and interesting, the locations and ‘receipts’ lushly described with a hint of romance and a dash (or two) of murder and intrigue.
I can’t wait to see what Martine writes next.