Newage MarySue, pitting the life-affirming chocolatier/witch vs. the rigidly repressed Puritanical Catholic priest for the affections (or is it the soul) of a small French village. The POV alternates between the chocolatier, Vianne Rocher, and the priest, Francis Reynaud, but only serves to demonstrate that Joanne Harris really can't imagine what a Catholic priest might be thinking. Mildly entertaining, with at least a couple of vivid characters (including Rocher herself) and some nice descriptions of chocolate, but I can't help thinking it would be stronger if you only read every other chapter.
