Joshilyn Jackson can do no wrong in my eyes; in fact she’s one of my favorite modern Southern writers. Being a Southern myself, her characters always feel like neighbors I bump into at the Piggly Wiggly.
In this latest novel, you’ll find all the familiar themes present in her former novels such as lost innocence, secrets, child-molestation, dead bodies, drug use, white trash-ness, family and unconditional love.
This is the story of three generations of women living in the same house:
Jenny Slocumb (aka Big) 45-year-old grandmother
Liza Slocumb (aka Liza Little) Big’s 30-year-old, ex-junkie, semi-mute, sexually generous daughter that recently just had a stroke.
Mosey Slocumb Liza’s 15-year-old daughter and the light of Big’s life.
When Big decides to have an old tree in the yard removed, the bones of a long-dead baby are found when the stump is finally pulled from the ground while Mosey and her friend, Roger watch on from her tree house. Big recognizes the receiving blanket wrapped around the bones and immediately puts two and two together. Afterwards, Big and Mosey both separately go on different journeys to unravel Liza and the dead baby’s secrets (which isn’t easy since Liza’s post-stroke vocabulary is four words).
Rating: 8.5
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