Early impressions:Beaver Cleaver's Christmas in Virginia, with a little teen delinquency and coveting thy neighbor's wife thrown in to spice things up. Everybody's just so golly-gee wow decent, including the sinners. Final impressions:Peyton Place for prudes. Like eating candy floss on an empty stomach -- sweet but not very satisfying. The best thing about the book was that it made me wonder why the author's musical group was called The Statler Brothers when none of the members was named Statler. Turns out they chose the name from a brand of tissues in their hotel room. Just think, if they'd chosen the soap instead of the tissues, The Statler Brothers might have been called Cameo Bouquet.