Cursed Bread

Meh, this may be a case of bad marketing.
I was super into the idea of reading about this village and the poisoning that occurred there in 1951. What I got was a pretty novel about lust and sexual exploration that just felt like a slow French film. To be fair, we read a ton of smut in my Romance Book Club so I'm hardly shocked by 1. a woman having feelings for another woman 2. foul language 3. sexy bread metaphors.
I was seriously lulled to sleep in the middle of this book.
Finally, the action breaks out around 90%. And then we get very little closure.
It's the Titanic of novels. A tepid romance for 3 hours and then, finally, the iceberg.