Wednesday, 18 March 2015


If you step across the threshold of Betty Grafton’s house, you can be sure of two things: she’ll feed you until you’re ready to bust and she’ll love you before you even realize you’re worthy of it. She’s spent her life building a family that finally feels complete. 

But as sad news forces her to relive the darkest moments of her life, she decides to share the story with those she loves. Revealing the hard truth about growing up in the South during the 1960’s is difficult but necessary. She tells the tale of how an unlikely friendship shaped her into the woman she is today. Exposing her mistakes, her fears, and her impossibly difficult heart break, Betty strives to teach them all what it means to truly love. 


This book was a like slice of sweet potato pie, you know it's bad for you but you eat it anyway because you know it'll taste so, so good. 

Racism is a 'hot button'for me. It hurts to hear and see someone treated horribly just because they may be different from you. But Danielle tells the story in a way that leaves out a lot of the graphic violence and language that may have been part of the story (which I appreciated for this story in particular). In this book, Betty shares her story with her children and grandchildren of growing up deep in the south, in the heart of the KKK. Her father is a prominent member so she cannot get away from it. For so long, she is shielded from the realities of her world. But slowly, Betty starts to see the lack of real neighborly love that is preached about in church, general civility and kindness and more than anything, equality. 

But where she does find real love and friendship makes this a really sweet read. This story made me feel a little warm and gooey in the end, in the best way

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