Since when do all the Lake Wobegon husbands cheat on their wives and teenage lust is transformed to unnecessary pornography. The writing is nice but the story weak and uneven. It's no wonder this book got panned in the press. And it's a shame since Keillor is wonderful at rendering nostalgia, human quirks and frailties in a way that is so comforting and yet makes us laugh at ourselves. I have the sneaking suspicion that Keillor's editors just publish whatever he writes rather than make useful suggestions regarding plot and tone.