This was a cute story with an interesting plot. I was a little off-put by the wrong uses of southern lingo and misunderstandings of southern culture. For example, the characters all say “yessum” as a response to things. “Yessum” is a shortening of “yes ma’am.” So the characters saying “yessum” all the time, in response to everyone pulled me out of the story. Or the southern Baptist grandmother speaking in tongues and laying hands to heal. In Arkansas, that’s a bit taboo, so instead of just enjoying the story, i found myself Googling the author to see where they’re from. The author tried for a southern feel, but it just didn’t hit home. The narrator was okay, but the over the top southern accent came off more as a whiny Forrest Gump. I did enjoy the characters, as they felt multidimensional and complex, flawed but redeemable (just definitely not southern). I’d recommend this book to more progressively minded people. It was a sweet read for the right audience. Happy Pride Month 🙂
