I love book group. Not only do I get to hang out with a bunch of people I like and talk about books, I get to read books that I never would have picked up on my own. Welcome to Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady. I read a lot of memoirs, but this one never would have stood out for me. I didn’t know anything about Florence King, so when this was chosen for our September meeting, I was looking forward to something new. (Yes, September book group. If you’re also behind on book reviews, let’s hold hands in solidarity. Or just nod at each other while working on something else that’s not a book review.)
King grew up in an amazing family. If someone pitched these people for a movie or a sitcom, they’d be thrown out of the room. Her grandmother is Southern and proud. She lives for the South. She worships all things Ladylike and Proper. She is happiest when grooming young girls to step in to the roles of Southern Ladies, knowing their impeccable breeding and poise will bring honor to the family. The only thing that will make her happier is if her Southern Lady In Training has women’s problems that incapacitate her. Cramps so bad that you miss the ambulance that’s there to take you to the insane asylum? Oh bless, child. You’re perfect.