Morel, Derennes, Monesi

Jacques Morel's Feuilles mortes made no impression on me, and I also read Derennes' Chauve-souris. The latter is supposed to be a charming childhood tale of a boy's fascination with a particular bat, but it failed to charm as such reading should. So now I'm reading an excellent novel about an au pair's sharp observation of her employer family, aptly titled Nature morte (Still life) bu Irene Monesi. It's an intriguing choice for an author herself at one time new to France and to French.