In 1959 Florence Green, a kindhearted widow with a small inheritance, risks everything to open a bookshop – the only bookshop – in the seaside town of Hardborough. By making a success of a business so impractical, she invites the hostility of the town’s less prosperous shopkeepers. By daring to enlarge her neighbors’ lives, she crosses Mrs. Gamart, the local arts doyenne. Florence’s warehouse leaks, her cellar seeps, and the shop is apparently haunted. Only too late does she begin to suspect the truth: a town that lacks a bookshop isn’t always a town that wants one.
I found this to be a nice quick read about a widow setting up a bookshop in a small village where most of the folks are hostile to her as an outsider. However the biggest problem was the pace and the interest in this novel. I really wanted to enjoy it however I did not find it interesting from how it was told. Especially with the main character, I was never sorry for her as a person or witnessed any emotional developments when some characters gang up on her and use every legal means at their disposal to shut down her bookshop.