I started reading Le Grand Mort years ago—back in 2016 or 2017—after picking up the first two volumes at the Montréal book fair (Le Salon du livre de Montréal). It was one of those “this looks gorgeous, I need this on my shelf” impulse buys… and honestly, it was a good one.
Then life did what life does. I kept collecting the series in the background, and Volume 8 eventually made its way into my stack around the COVID era… and then just sat there, unread, quietly judging me from the bookshelf.
This past Christmas break, I finally fixed that. I went back to the very start and read the whole thing series properly—from Volume 1 to the very last volume—so I could experience the story the way it’s meant to unfold, not as scattered memories separated by years.
(Warning: some spoilers ahead!)
And yeah: it was absolutely worth the reset.
