This debut is from a non-European country.
“Miss Jane Neal met her maker in the early morning mist of Thanksgiving Sunday. It was pretty much a surprise all round. Miss Neal´s was not a natural death, unless you´re of the belief everything happens as it´s supposed to. If so, for her seventy-six years Jane Neal had been walking towards this final moment when death met her in the brilliant maple woods on the verge of the village … She´d fallen spread-eagled, as though making angels in the bright and brittle leaves.”
If you recognize the quotation, or if you think you are able to guess who wrote it, please post a comment. Just leave a hint, do not spoil the fun by giving too much away. The book will be reviewed during the weekend (my life permitting).