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Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
by Fannie Flagg
I couldn't help thinking the entire time that this was the cleaned up white lady version of the Color Purple. The entire book also felt like one long "look I'm not racist, I know a black person" statement. I had to make myself finish it, I kept getting mad at it and wanting to not pick it back up. So many bones to pick including the biggest elephant in the room: how was everyone in the 1930s just like oh, yeah we're totally cool with this same sex couple raising a child and owning a business in our small town?