"It raises the question though. What happens when something happens in a town where nothing happens? And what happens when you're the cause?"

That's two questions, genius. Though Heather Muse is more history buff than mathlete, that's the least of her problems. Growing up in a town with the population and modernity of a record store, you can forgive Heather for living in the past and yearning for a future. As for her actions in the present, that's what this collage of her thoughts, explanations and tangents is defending. Sorry, I'm just a blurb, I have to stay impartial. I probably shouldn't have even made that snarky remark at the start. I'm going to have to write 24 conceited blogs excusing it now, aren't I? I'd call this a ridiculous cycle but I've seen those penny-farthings. What? I like old photographs. I can't have interests outside this particular book now? Wow, people really are judgmental. I'd be more empathetic to Heather's mundane plight now but I have my own concerns.

Readers are calling Small World "what passes for literature these days" and "even with a knife to my neck and a guillotine to my groin, this would have to be the...thing I'd recommend". A third reader wouldn't go unnoticed if you're so inclined.