by Rebecca Wells
ages: adult
First sentence: “Sidda is a girl again in the hot heart of Louisiana, the bayou world of Catholic saints and voodoo queens.”
I’ve seen this around for years (I think I’ve even seen the movie), and I always thought, off hand, that it would be an interesting book to read. Mother-daughter relationships, the South, and a promise to laugh and cry and be swept away.
And I tried to read it. I tried to like it. I tried. But…
*yawn*
I didn’t even make it 100 pages in, and I was bored stiff. Bored with Sidda and her whining. Bored with her attempts to find love and embrace life. Bored with the story. I did like Vivi as an adult; she had spunk and a fiery spirit, but there just wasn’t enough of her. I’m sure if I had given it time, I may have even grown to like the flashbacks to the Ya-Yas childhood. But the jumping around in time was bugging me, and I bailed after Vivi and Caro were scrubbing the Virgin Mary from Cuba white again.
Enough. I don’t have time to deal with this, and I exercised my right to stop reading.
Sometimes, doing that is really quite liberating.
The Book Nut 
Sorry you weren't a fan of this one. It's a book I have always felt like I *should* read, but thus far I haven't actually picked it up.
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Oh no, I too have always wanted to read this! I keep putting off seeing the film because I want to read it first. Maybe I'll just see the film.
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I owned it for years and finally gave it away on bookmooch without trying. Glad I followed my gut 🙂
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the list of books I want to read is so large that if the book I am currently reading doesn't grab me in 50 or so pages I toss it aside. I used to feel guilty about this, but I have gotten over it with age.
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