“[A] very sweet Southern story told from the prospective of a feisty red-headed 10 year old little girl. Heart wrenching in places with characters very well developed and great dialogue…”
“As someone who grew up in Mississippi, and who writes about it, I am always on the lookout for good Southern characters. Starla, the ten year old Heroine of Whistling Past the Graveyard, is just that.”
“Highly recommend as a summer read. Heartwarming story that makes you cheer for the characters.”
My Grandmother said she prays for me every day. Which was funny, because I'd only ever heard Mamie pray, "Dear Lord, give me strength." That sure sounded like a prayer for herself...
No. No. I was nothin'. And I'd been bad. But I paid. Paid and paid before Wallace save me.
Our upstairs is hot as the hinges of Hades... I kinda hoped when Mamie got home late this afternoon, she'd find me passed out from heatstroke.
The colored don't choose to live here. It's where they're allowed to live.
I was horrible thirsty, but I didn't take it; Mamie had made it clear: no matter even if we're about to expire from thirstiness, we don't drink after negras.
Remeber when we was bakin', and what I say about overworked crust? You and me, we done pushed our luck 'bout as far as a body dare. We overworked crust.
Publisher: Gallery Books
Category: Fiction, Historical Fiction
Release Date: 01/01/1970
Format: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook
Pages: 320ISBN: 978-1476707723
Copyright © 2013 Susan Crandall