Friends are grand, aren’t they?
One of my dear high school sisters found when I posted a list of books that us regular folk read, it was missing Rick Bragg. So she rectified the problem with this: All Over but the Shoutin’, a memoir by the Pulitzer Prize-winning New York Times writer.
It’s the kind of book that reads like a novel—the story of a Southern boy that loves his momma but doesn’t always do right by her. A boy with a stand-up older brother and a troublemaking younger brother. And an absentee father that if anything, instilled a desire to do better by everyone.
Bragg himself will tell you it was the winds of good fortune that got him into writing at all, and … you can read the entire review here.
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