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A review by skirmishgirl
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells
5.0
I did not want to like this book. I started reading is as a joke, a funny, fluffy book about women in the South.
I thought I would power through it with ease, and then move on, laughing all the way.
Oh, and how wrong I was.
I've read a good number of books in my life, and many of those have been "Southern" novels. Virtually all of them are
tinged with some level of sadness, of despair. I don't know if that comes from a glorious Lost Cause feeling that all
Southerners seem to carry with them, or if it's just a genre people became adept at writing within.
What I do know is that it takes a special kind of book to make me sob. Tear up? Yeah, I do that all the time while I'm reading.
If I like a character and they get killed off, I might shed a tear or two. But to make me sob...that's something special
and different, and I can count the number of books that have done that to me on one hand. This book is one of those.
Other reviews call it "rollicking" and fun. It is those things, but always shadowed by something darker, something deeper,
something more difficult to get through. Something verging on personal.
I laughed, more than once while reading it. But I was also moved, surprisingly. And that is the mark of a good book.
I thought I would power through it with ease, and then move on, laughing all the way.
Oh, and how wrong I was.
I've read a good number of books in my life, and many of those have been "Southern" novels. Virtually all of them are
tinged with some level of sadness, of despair. I don't know if that comes from a glorious Lost Cause feeling that all
Southerners seem to carry with them, or if it's just a genre people became adept at writing within.
What I do know is that it takes a special kind of book to make me sob. Tear up? Yeah, I do that all the time while I'm reading.
If I like a character and they get killed off, I might shed a tear or two. But to make me sob...that's something special
and different, and I can count the number of books that have done that to me on one hand. This book is one of those.
Other reviews call it "rollicking" and fun. It is those things, but always shadowed by something darker, something deeper,
something more difficult to get through. Something verging on personal.
I laughed, more than once while reading it. But I was also moved, surprisingly. And that is the mark of a good book.