First and foremost, let's give Sophie Santos -- who spent part of her adolescence in Arab, Alabama, a big ol' Roll Tide for writing a book! And for surviving Ae-rabb! (Yes, my high school played them in football. Yes, we won. And, yes, that's how it's really pronounced.) You go, girl!
Now, that said, this book is _not_ what I was expecting going into it. Probably because I'm a middle-aged straight white woman who is not up to speed on all the latest in television comedy.
But it was one of the options for the free Kindle read for the month of September, and I needed something humorous after living in the rain and dark (the latter both literally and figuratively) the past few days. I mean, I've been watching mind-bending weird horror movies from the all eras, the strangeness that is Gerry (Matt Damon and Casey Affleck), and the entertaining yet utterly bizarre A Fantastic Fear of Everything with Simon Pegg (which I do plan to watch again, and again, and perhaps yet again and again.....and then yet again....). And then there's Hurricane Ida, and Afghanistan, and the ongoing pandemic......
So, even though I didn't join at sorority at The University of Alabama -- I didn't even go through Rush -- I thought it would be interesting to get a read on how things were when this younger person experienced coming to campus about 20 years ago. And it was. [For example, when I was a freshman, in 1984, there was absolutely no such thing as an integrated Greek organization. At. All. So, super-big change right there.]
And I do so love this sister of my heart for her concurrent willingness to be both "other" and wanting to fit in, and for unapologetically loving Alabama football and Coach Nick Saban. I was telling a friend just recently that back in the day I _had_ to pick between being a Little Sister to a fraternity and a reporter for the student newspaper. I wanted to do both. In the end, after both organizations told me I had to pick, I decided to throw my lot in with the ink-stained wretches.
Anyway, back to Ms Santos: We cult members have to stick together.
So, I wish I could give The One You Want to Marry 3.5 stars, because she is a good writer. But the raunch factor was a little high for me, and I felt like she was somehow not telling herself the truth about her emotional pain, instead serving it up as comedic fodder for the enjoyment of strangers.
Not that I would know anything about that myself, no.....now why would you think that? Hmm?
In short, a good lesbian-coming-of-age story, a little too juvenile in tone for me. But I'm about 98.9 percent sure there's some young person in Arab, or Cullman, or Oneonta, or Pritchard, or wherever, that needs Sophie Santos in their life.
And I'm so awfully glad she's there for them.
A FTR PS
For the record, I think Ms Santos got it _completely_ wrong when it came to writing about department stores in Alabama. Maybe because she didn't spend her formative years here?
Anyway, Parisian (may it rest in peace) used to be the top store, then Dillard's and Belk were comparable, and JC Penney was way, way on down the list. And bless her heart (in the good way), she never even got to experience the magic that was Gayfers. [Also FTR: Belk acquired Parisian; Dillard's acquired Gayfer's. And more's the pity.]
There, I feel better now.