Whilst reading this I could not get the following images out of my head: 
 An entire book about smells and smelling! It was some feat to evoke the wide array of scents that Jean-Baptiste honked up his nose without the aid of a 'scratch and sniff' edition. I was expecting and hoping for gruesome, disturbing murders (I usually am), and was disappointed. For this is a story about nature vs nurture, about the Emperor's New Clothes, and mass hysteria. And maybe a bit of Satan thrown into the mix too. It didn't grip me as intensely as I wanted it to, but the ending was so memorable, and so true to the story, that I'm still thinking about it now. Bravo.