Ok besties,
Writing this means spilling the beans on some upcoming content, but at the risk of my idea getting out there, I had to tell y'all about my most recent audiobook experience.
First, let me set the scene. I just finished The Calamity Club and was in my feels. Upon reflection, I realized it made me nostalgic for another book, perhaps an even better one. Memory casts a golden glow over past positive reading experiences, giving them a shine that might not be as accurate as one might hope.
Well, I thought long and hard about it and ultimately decided that I had to know if The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood was as good as I remembered. For years, I told everyone this book was my favorite novel. I read this book in my youth (prob late teens) and felt it deeply in my old soul. But would it be as good as I remembered?
So, I checked out the audiobook on Libby and dove into the familiar world of the famous Ya-Yas of Thornton, Louisiana. I knew almost instantly that the choice to listen was the CORRECT choice. Narrator Judith Ivey was PERFECT for this role. Her Southern drawl and perfectly accented French drew you right into Vivi's mind and heart. Before long, I couldn't put it down, making up chores that must get done this instant.
Totally transportive with bright, vivid characters, this book is perfect for fans of Kristy Woodson Harvey, Elin Hilderbrand, Mary Kay Andrews, or Kathryn Stockett. The book follows 40 y/o Siddalee Walker as she sets out on a quest to unearth enough old hurts to better understand why she had such cold feet about marrying her beau, Connor. Her complicated relationship with her melodramatic mother, Vivi Abbott Walker, might have something to do with it. To better understand herself, she must first learn more about her mother's colorful history, rich with both bright and dark tones. So, she asks her mother to part with the one thing that might help: The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, otherwise known as her scrapbook.
Sidda soon discovers the images and scraps of information in the scrapbook aren't enough to fill in all the blanks. Luckily, her mother's lifelong girlfriends show up with champagne, pecan treats, and endless stories. What Sidda learns about her mother, and eventually herself, is life-changing.
As expected, this book thoroughly entertained me. I laughed, I cried, I got lost in memory, and I felt all the feelings. And unlike The Calamity Club, I got the MOST satisfaction from the ending. Full of nuggets of wisdom and Southernisms, The Divine Secrets is the type of book that reflects images of yourself and the women in your life. Mothers and daughters are the main focus, but woven throughout is a love story unlike any other: the story of four best friends madly in love with each other. No, not that kind of love. A purer type of love exists in the pages of this book.
While my own mother wasn't as wealthy as Vivi, she lived out loud, just like her friends and many of my friends' mothers. Southern Women are unlike any other breed. We are charming, fun, and funny, but we are also deep wells of strength, perseverance, and persistence. And the women in this book are perfect illustrations of that dichotomy.
Published in 1996 and set between 1993 and the 1930-60's, this book was an absolute time machine. Not only did it make me nostalgic for the 90s, but I also found myself reminiscing about my grandmother's stories about life in Louisiana in the early-to-mid century. In particular, there's a scene in which a very young Vivi recalls going to Atlanta to see the premiere of Gone With the Wind. It was not unlike the account my grandmother shared with me about seeing the film in theaters and the joy it brought her and her friends.
Speaking of the Gone with the Wind scenes, I can't lie and say that the book is without its problems, chiefly depictions of Black characters and race relations in general. There is definitely a romanticization of the Southern (white) way of life in the early 20th century. I recognize that and know that it could be problematic for modern readers. As I hope you already know, I feel strongly about amplifying Black voices and stories, so reading some of these scenes was hard for me. There are, at least, some redeeming sentiments in the rest of the book, reflecting on the unfair power dynamics and poor treatment of Black women. Sadly, I do think it is an accurate portrayal of a certain type of Southern sentiments at the time in which the book is set.
While no longer my go-to genre (Southern women's fiction), I recognize how formative this book was in my passion for historical fiction and strong female main characters. I loved this re-read and relished the time I spent listening to the wild tales of Vivi, Teensey, Caro, and Necie. Told with SO much heart, love, and respect for these characters, Wells created something magical in this book (and series). She tapped into the secrets of womanhood, motherhood, and sisterhood that give shape to our lives and the world's we create.
It's magic, I tell ya. Très magique, chère. ♥️
Let me know if you enjoy this type of content. It's a little too personal for the blog and a little too long for social media. Bindery felt like the perfect place to share this review. But I want to know what you think!
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Stay tuned for a super secret project that I can't wait to reveal! I have about 200 pages left, but I'm blowing through them. 😜
xoxo
c
