Small towns can have quirks and oddities at every corner. The terrible secrets kept by the inhabitants of Pagford all seem to come to the surface of public knowledge following the death of one of the least strange members, Barry Fairbrother.
This was no Harry Potter. However, J.K. Rowling was able to weave a cast of characters that kept me engaged for the entire 500 pages. There was some strong language and sexual references, but the vulgarity didn’t really add to the plot. The most intriguing part of the story was wondering what new awful discovery was going to be made about the residents of the town next.
I feel a little bit sad after reading this book. Sad for this make-believe town and this sad cast of characters.