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Let me begin by sharing a summary, as provided on Amazon:
Mercy, set in the small Mississippi town of that name, weaves a tale of past and present and reveals what can happen to three generations of family when money and secrets collide.
Davis Sanford, contemptuously dismissed by his family almost a decade ago, is a recovering alcoholic and the grandchild of local timber baron and pillar of the community, Frank Sanford. An early-morning phone call from his old haunt of Mercy draws Davis home once more for the impending death of the family patriarch. Jennifer Martin returns to the scene as Davis’s girlfriend, and the two embark on a weekend journey through his past.
As the prodigal son copes with his grandfather’s mortality, he must also face his disapproving father and a wealth of personal history he has tried for years to leave behind. Together with Jennifer he uncovers one family secret after another, at last discovering the sin that has shaped, conflicted, and ultimately driven them all to the tragic existences they lead.
How you like them apples? Pretty juicy, huh?
This novel was an unbelievably fun read that rapidly accelerates into the final chapters. I found myself trying to predict the twists, as well as the conclusion of the novel, only to then realize that I was arguing with myself about my previous predictions.
Throughout the book, I loved Moody's ability to expertly combine the tales from the present and the past voice, while allowing each to maintain its own identity. Additionally, I admire the complication of the relationships she bares to the reader, so much like those in many of our own experiences. I also enjoyed the exploration into Mississippi's history; particularly things that we Mississippians embrace with one arm, while we carefully push away with the other.
Now, on a totally personal note, I need to rave about the comfort that this book provided to a Mississippi girl living in a California state of mind.
I could begin simply with the dialogue. It is so refreshing to read an author that actually gets a southern accent correct, especially a Mississippi accent. It pains me when I read a well-intentioned author slaughter our beautiful southern dialect. A southern accent does not equal uneducated and inferior intellect. It is just plain offensive. Moody hits the proverbial nail squarely on the head, as her phrasing, colloquialisms, and pronunciations were absolutely impeccable.
Finally, it was also a source of comfort to read about local haunts for Jennifer and Davis that remind me so much of home. Whether it be the Courthouse in Bedford or the pine trees in Mercy, I love being transported to my home state in a work of fiction. (On a side note: I know one family that will be on the pulling into the Velvet Cream off of Hwy 51 in Hernando the very next time that we are in town!)
Now, not only are Susan's first two books available for purchase/download on Amazon, her newest book in the series, The Devil Don't Knock is available for download! Looks like I have some more readin' to do, y'all!
The author provided a free copy of this book for review. I was not compensated in any way.
