Village Books, by Craig McLay, is about a guy who works in a bookstore. He talks about books, he meets a woman, he drinks a rare brand of hard cider – and that’s pretty much it. There’s not a whole lot of plot to this book, it’s really just about his day to day life, with lots of pop culture references and a few unusual occurrences here and there. It was an enjoyable read, but it never really drew me in – I kept waiting for something to happen, but even when it did, there was no sense of progress. I guess the bottom line is that I didn’t feel any sense of cause and effect; stuff just happened at random intervals and there was no cohesion to it. An OK way to pass the time, but entirely forgettable.