I read this book when it first was published in 2010, and five years later, the main character still remains one of my favorites in fiction. Marie, fresh out of jail, lands a job as a nanny for her childhood friend’s daughter. She runs off to Paris with the child and the husband, a French novelist: “Benoît Doniel. It tasted good in her mouth, like chocolate. Like chocolate dipped in whiskey.” Who wants to read about well-behaved girls when the naughty ones make for a better story?
