It is definitely an October kind of book. From the first page to the last the reader is caught up in the struggle of life and death and scent. Thankfully, this was not a scratch and sniff, many paragraphs would have been absolutely gross!
An infant, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, is birthed into the muck of 18th Century France (literally); you can imagine the smells surrounding these opening words. The child, miraculously, grows up addicted to scent. To finding and preserving the perfect aroma. He, creepily enough, has none. As he moves from apprentice to creator to uber psycho killer, you almost start to like him. Almost.
In the final pages, your heart aches for the man he could have been and is repulsed by the man he has become. Drenched in the perfect perfume made from the essence of beautiful young women, Jean-Baptiste returns to where he was born. There, he chillingly completes the cycle of his own life.
Disgusting, disturbing, and macabre are perfect adjectives for this German novel translated to English. It is also a book worth reading and may be a good movie to watch! (but not alone!)