Well, this book was presented to me as a novel of female empowerment. For me, however, it was mostly about the hopelessness of the idea of setting up and running a bookshop (something that I was already largely aware of, thanks to Dylan Moran and Black Books) and the pettiness of people in a small village (something I had plenty of first-hand knowledge).
On the whole, though, I chiefly found it quite banal, and to the reviewer who, according to Wikipedia, talked about this book as coming out of "the Beryl Bainbridge school of anguished women's fiction" I'd tell that this novel has nothing to do with the best (or even the slightly above average) works of Bainbridge.
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