In which we become clairvoyant.
Claudine Cullimore’s Small-Town Girl is a pleasant read. There is really not much more to be said about it.
Oh, go on then. It’s got the right mix of romance, friendship, character growth and serves-you-right-ness. The language is flawless, and never intrudes upon the flow of the story with odd springs (whether on purpose or mistakenly). The only negative thing about it is the predictability (I guessed all the major twists of plot way in advance of the «reveal»), but what can you expect?
Perhaps I should have left it at «a pleasant read» after all.