I really wanted to like this book - I do so enjoy series about towns with interesting characters and amusing storylines. I had hoped for another lovely read like the Jan Karon books, or something more comical like the Lumby series. Unfortunately there are some things about this that I just can't get past.
For one, the narrator breaks in at the worst (for me) moments, and spends pages talking philosophically about life - which ... why do I care what they think about life? I want to hear from the characters! We're given no reason to need or want to know what the narrator thinks. Who is this person talking at me? It breaks up the flow of the story and yanks me out of the book right when I'm wanting more than ever to be lost in the book! It's an easy trick way of putting in exposition without having to think about how to have your characters deal with it. But it breaks the flow and it's information that I have no idea what to do with - why am I being told this stuff? I'd say "read on and just wait and see" except it keeps happening and no real reason is ever revealed.
Another issue is the ever so convenient happenings in the book. Inheritances, low prices on houses, nobody's chickens arrive sick or dead, no eggs are bad, etc. It just felt too much like the author was deliberately making things WAY too easy for her characters. I'd have enjoyed the book a lot more if the characters had had to work for what they got, instead of having everything handed to them or when tense situations were resolved via deus ex machina. Plus, we never actually see the main female character WORK. We're told about how much work she does, she's described as ever so busy and tired, but we see her gather eggs once so far, and I'm two thirds of the way through the book. One gathering, one work session, one painting session, bam! Busiest woman around! Except, no. We don't ever SEE it. We see her partner working. We see secondary characters working. Her boyfriend works all day every day.
Then there's the author/narrator's habit of calling the readers all sorts of cutesy names, very off-putting for me. I want story, not cutesy! And the ever-repeated drawn out words trying to show us how people talk - "Oooooooooooooooo!" and "Nooooooooooooo!" etc - it's getting to be as bad as Barbara Cartland. Every time the main character squeals or tinkling giggles or titters or etc again, I roll my eyes.
I am hoping that the last third of the book redeems itself, but the ever-so-obvious seeeeecret of one character, which is supposedly seeeeecret, is writ large upon the sky for everyone to see - except no one sees it. And we're getting to the supposedly heavy "wah wah wah poor little me" section and all I want to do is yell at the author: TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE CHICKENS AND LESS ABOUT PEOPLE'S Seeeeecrets!
I had SUCH high hopes. Darrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlings. Such high hopes. Such eggspectations. My little pips. My peeps. My little chickies. My .... yeah, the cutesy names are annoying. Dashed high hopes, dashed.