I used to think Graham Greene's 'The Power & The Glory' was the most tedious book ever written when I studied it in English literature. Not so much now.
Miss Read's 'Christmas At Thrush Grange' is currently being praised for being 'nice' in my book group, but it's the 'niceness' of twee TV series like Where The Heart Is or The Darling Buds Of May. It should have had breaks every 15 minutes for adverts for sofas and walk-in baths.
Yes, it's lovely that the Fucshia Cafe is getting lots of customers but there was more story and laughs in 'The Cafe' on Sky One (written by Ralf Little, directed by Craig Cash) than this. I feel it's stuck in a Fifties timewarp and there should be 'No Blacks, No Gays, No Irish' notices everywhere.
The head of my book group says this would make a 'nice' TV series but Call The Midwife (aka Miranda Hart's Serious Vehicle) is like David Lynch in comparison. I long for a Phil Collinson (or Steve Hackettson ;D) to drop a 747 on the whole flaming village!