A review by ihlonial
Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg

2.0

This is one of those situations where had I known that there were lesbians in this book, I probably would have read it much much sooner. However, even with the stellar queer representation, even with a middle-aged main character learning to be her own person, and even with the cosy, small town vibes, I found myself unsatisfied with reading this book. Maybe it was the structure of it where it wasn't told linearly and so I'd find myself confused by how the order of events was told. It's fine, I suppose, and makes sense when you understand that all of this is being told by a woman with dementia, but I still didn't love that.

I also just hate the idea of fried green tomatoes and perhaps that's been my gripe this entire time. Petty. I know.