I am writing this review because, unfortunately, and to my utter disappointment, I unwillingly arrived at the end of this fantastical piece of literary art. Art, indeed. 
 I won't provide a synopsis, it's just not my style. So let me just begin by saying that never before has a single color kept me more thoroughly entertained (and that's saying a lot, I'm a graphic designer). I wanted to live, breath, eat, read, and frolic in Mr. Moore's descriptive offering of Paris, circa the late 1800's. Henry Toulouse Lautrec has officially joined my band of favourite characters, and I would have been honored to meet his acquaintance, but of course, only if it was Moore's Henry. 
 I want to say so much more, but my heart hasn't quite finished bursting with joy and satisfaction from having experienced the adventure that was Sacre Bleu. Lovingly researched, yet with just the exact right amount of made up genius. 
 Moore's best book yet. 
 *Applause..applause*