WHERE THE LOST APRILS ARE

Ayuh, ayuh, another modern maturity romance--you know just where you're at even if two young people are having trouble finding themselves: Miriam (fatherless? nameless?) who returns to the Maine village of Parmenter to look for her progenitors; and Rory Barstow, the boy she falls immediately in love with, who has unwittingly suffered at the hands of a proprietary mother. Mrs. Ogilvie has told much less of a story than usual while just talking you into that native ground. The most you can say for it is that it's well-meant, which is a way of indicating that you didn't take to it kindly. Aymen.