There is a whole tradition of British seaside novels in which the weather is unreliable, the neighbours are nosy, and somebody decides to do something splendid rather later than anyone expected. Catherine Miller’s The Gin Shack on the Beach plants itself squarely in it, with a beach hut, a bottle of gin and a refusal to go quietly.
The tone is comic without being weightless. Underneath the warmth sit the ordinary subjects of a life lived in a small place: independence, friendship, and the business of deciding what you actually want next. It is handled with a light enough touch that the book never lectures.
This is the feel-good novel done properly, with characters who have edges, jokes that land, and an ending you can see coming and want anyway.