I wonder if Country Music loving people raised in The South will find this offensive. I will say there is not a lack of action. At least two freak accidents or murders occur per chapter. I appreciate small town shenanigans like the next girl and I appreciate the author’s commitment to the language/accent but everyone is so annoying. There are at least three exclamation marks per page, it’s like I could hear them and feel a headache coming on. I would go insane if I ever met any of these characters. Why is this almost 400 pages? I can’t say this needs to be that long. I stopped at chapter 9 of 11. If your type of comedy is a lot of horny middle aged/geriatric people acting like children that reads like you entered the mind of an eccentric. This is for you.

*It was a pleasure to read the ARC for, Yer Kill’n Me. Thank you S.W. Robson and Book Whisperer.
—Amia Lort, Goodreads