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Dark Comedy

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“Filled with powerful scenes and great characters! Brings the ’83 Old South to vivid life. One of my all-time favorite reads! Loved it! ~ Janelle Taylor, NY Times Bestselling author

 “…full of surprises, twists, turns and none of them are predictable. This is a fun read with entertaining events that will have you laughing out loud and perhaps remembering your past. But the story’s also a bit of history about racial injustice in the 1980’s and a bit of gender bias with believable examples of unfair treatment set in the past, but still believable today. I recommend Surviving Doodahville to anyone who enjoys a laugh out loud book that can’t be put down as well as one telling the story of cultural past scars.” – Gail Kamer for Readers’ Favorite

 

 

The summer of 1983—the era of big debt, big hair, and big dreams. Seventeen-year-old Kassandra Lawson is a Southern California girl, enjoying the summer before her high school senior year, thinking life is great.

But then tragic news arrives, sending Kee and her parents to Daltville, Arkansas, to a funeral and more news that turns all their lives upside down.

An unexpected and unwanted move to the humid, bug-infested south is almost too much to deal with, but she discovers a racist, backwoods, tiny hick community more famous for her aunt’s moonshine than for its progressive thinking. What’s more is that everyone seems to be hiding secrets.

Dangerous ones.

Illegal ones.

Violent ones.

When her family arrives, the dominoes start falling and the intrigue and suspense build to a remarkable ending. A surprise gift, a boy, and revealed town secrets help Kee, her family, and her small community to learn, grow, and find love.

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My name is Roxy Davenport and I’m part of a dying breed: I’m the perfect housewife.

 

My whole life, I’ve tried to follow the rules of previous, ‘wiser’ generations. High school sweethearts must marry (check!), the wife must stay home to look after the children (check!), all married couples must procreate and raise 3.2 children (demerit – we only managed one – oops!).

 

But it turns out all the while, my husband has been playing by his own rules…and playing around.

 

So screw him! I’ve chucked the handbook out the window. He has no idea what’s coming for him…and my perfect neighborhood will never be the same again.

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