I really like the bizarre realism in Mr Keillor's work - the farmers who want to spread muck durign the parade, the catholic choir who force their way into the events, really ring true for us small town dwellers I am sure.

Apart from the adultery Clints internal angst echoes well the feelings of many men in long term relationships - I love the way he coins expressions - his marriage is not a desert, it does rain sometimes.

This is a light and quick read that will, like all the Lake Wobegon novels stand many wet day re readings and a great addition to a home library.