Theres nothing much to dislike about Norah Jones, except maybe the fact that theres nothing much to dislike about her. Her second album has the same sort of pleasant, lived-in charm as her massive debut (17 million sold and counting!), cementing her status as queen of all that is unobjectionable. Acoustic guitars play a more pronounced role here than Norahs piano, and most of the debuts jazzier trimmings are less apparent, giving way to flashes of country and a consistently mellow blues groove. Her spare Johnny Cashstyle treatment of the Tom Waits tune The Long Way Home certainly works, and Dolly Parton adds some welcome vocal grit to the bluegrass shuffle Creepin In. But Jones voice is so mannered and pretty that she cant make lines like I know Im your slave sound appropriately desperate. Hey, this is a nice album: True to its title, it does feel like home. But, much like a trip back home, its soon apparent why you left.