By D. E. Stevenson
Barbara Buncle is in a bind. instances are harsh, and Barbara's checking account has noticeable larger days. might be she may perhaps promote a singular ... if she knew any tales. Stumped for ideas, Barbara attracts suggestion from her fellow citizens of Silverstream, the little English village she understands inside of and out.
To her shock, the unconventional is a damage. It's a great factor she wrote less than a pseudonym, as the fogeys of Silverstream are in an uproar. yet what fairly turns omit Bunde's international round is this:
what occurs to the characters in her publication starts off occurring to their real-life opposite numbers. Does existence fairly imitate artwork?