By People Staff
December 25, 1989 12:00 PM

Marie Osmond

With that sweetness and light voice, Osmond ought to have had Nashville twisted around her little finger by this time. Heck, she should have had Dubuque, Walla Walla and Katmandu twisted around her little finger too. But she persists in avoiding the jugular with remarkable consistency. Instead she coasts along with vapid country tunes, as if she’s never heard of Hank Williams or Patsy Cline, to name two composers whose work she could profit from.