This was a very unusual romance novel, and I'm of two minds whether I think it was brilliantly unique or didn't quite hit the mark. A bit of both, probably.
The protagonist, Persephone Jones, is a young, effectively widowed, churchgoing new-agey herbalist/healer/health food store operator in tiny Peeler, Oklahoma, just outside Okalahoma City. The Oklahoma City bombing is still pretty fresh in people's minds. The town of Peeler is struggling economically, and yet somehow Persephone's health food business still pays her bills. Just. Perse's new neighbour Jason Brooks is a buttoned-down city attorney with a 28th floor office and a profile to match, a scandalous ex-wife, a rebellious teenage daughter, and an increasingly forgetful mother. They couldn't be more opposite, and therein lies the romantic conflict. Persephone is at last open again to love, and ready to commit herself, body and soul, to love in all its untidy glory. Jason's last marriage was based on mutual ambition and business partnership, and the very idea of falling in love with someone as unconventional as Persephone makes him profoundly squirmy. As romantic setups go, it was pretty unique and interesting and quite funny.
The characters aren't always fully rounded, though the protagonists get proportionately more attention than any of the secondary or tertiary ones. We are offered information about Persephone (e.g., that she's illegitimate) that doesn't really come into play in the scope of the novel, and yet I found myself wanting more information - or context - for other aspects of her life (e.g., her lifelong conflict with nemesis Charlene).
The primary (non-romantic) conflict in the novel relates to a proposed hog farm, and although the matter was obviously thoroughly researched, the subject didn't always flow organically in the narrative. Ditto herbalism and natural healing. Swathes of text on each of these subjects, while interesting, read more like educational material than romantic fiction.
There were other glitches in the text, too, from minor lapses of tense to big, eye-roll-inducing uses of the wrong word. This may be the fault of the editor rather than the author, but someone deserves to be smacked to saying that three people in a room "presented quite a tabloid" (should be 'tableau'), or that a character who is unwell was "looking piqued again" - this may be the universe trying to balance out all the instances of "his/her interest was peaked", I suppose.
Overall, this book scores high for originality, but loses points here and there.