Nashville-based mystery writer Sarah Shankman is the author of the popular title I Still Miss My Man, But My Aim is Getting Better (1996), and the equally popular Samantha Adams series, the latest of which is Digging Up Momma.
a.k.a. Alice Storey Some of her books republished under Shankman.
With this title, how could I resist this book? And it is highly appropriate that it is also the title of the country song that the main character, Shelby Kay Tate, is working on. She has come to Nashville to follow her passion, singing & song writing, having finally divorced her dead-beat husband Leroy.
When I first was getting going, I must confess that I was a bit worried that it was all going to be too cutesy. But once I gained some momentum, I got into the spirit of the book and was willing to go with the author’s plan. She is playing with stereotypes, both of the Nashville scene and those of what life in the Southern U.S. is like. As a Southerner herself, Shankman is obviously fondly making fun of her home and that affection shines throughout.
I loved how she kept introducing characters who all improbably are connected, creating a real tangle of yarn as all their threads cross during the course of the story. There is also a strong feminist vibe through the whole book, as both Shelby and several other women break free of bad or abusive relationships and are able to sing along, “I still miss my man, but my aim is getting better.”
Once the author introduced the ghost of Patsy Cline and a demonic influencer (whose name I have already forgotten), I had to bail, a little more than halfway in. I was struggling with it anyway, as the characters were rather flat and the tale a little too illogical, but swerving into the supernatural was the telling blow. The title still makes me giggle, but the story, not so much.
I wish I could give this book a minus stars. This has to be the dumbest book I have ever read. I would have stopped when the Pasty Cline angel came along but I am no quitter so I kept reading.
Started out ok but then threw in patsy clines ghost. Pretty mildly racist. Won’t read anything else from the author as this book eventually made limited sense.
Like most of Shankman's books, this one mixes a whole lot of characters into one plot, but because she weaves it so skillfully (in a silly way; Shankman is not destined for greatness, and I don't think she cares) that it's not hard to keep track of them. She throws in unexpected little twists and wrinkles, and there are no cliches to be found. If you've had a hard day at work and you want to read something funny--or if you are a recently divorced woman who has not forgiven or forgotten all that much--you will have a good time with this book.
I STILL MISS MY MAN BUT MY AIM IS GETTING BETTER - NR Shankman, Sarah - standalone
Finishing her waitressing shift and preparing for Songwriters' Night at the local country music club, promising singer Shelby Kay Tate becomes the unknowing target of an obsessive stalker.
A Nashville singer, an angel of Patsy Cline - No, no, no.