Harris continues both to impress and to impale--I'm pinned to her paragraphs as surely as a butterfly to Styrofoam. Book IV, Honor, transports us back once more to the Isle of Guernsey, where Victor Hugo learns more of the story he will never write--the REAL story of Jean Valjean and his best friend(!) "E" Javert (if you want to find out his name, read the series yourself!).
I hate to go "Star Trek" in a literary review, but this novel--book four, remember--is still boldly going where no one has gone before. Valjean and Javert find themselves in the strangest climates (both environmental and political) it is humanly possible to be in, and at the same time, the reader picks up pieces of history--not simply European history, but the history of the entire world--and does so as effortlessly and seamlessly as if God himself had orchestrated it all.
At the same time, there is emotion, and plenty of it: humor--the laugh-out-loud, face-covering kind; there is tragedy--the quiet tears-down-the-cheeks and the out-loud-sobbing kind. I can't think of a territory--globally or emotionally--that this book does not cover, and somehow still discover anew. I could (and will) read it again and again, and that's the highest praise I can give any book.
(reviewed 5 days after purchase)