Ho ho ho, my little Bookworms! (I know not all of you celebrate Christmas, so on behalf of humanity, I apologize for you having to deal with this craziness every December. However… Saying “ho ho ho” is humorous on a number of levels, so I’m standing by my greeting.)
I’ve mentioned before that I love Fannie Flagg. It’s sort of a guilty pleasure thing, because I am fully aware that her novels aren’t highbrow literary fanciness. That said, they offer warm fuzzy feelings I haven’t found in anyone else’s work. Plus, southern charm is so darn whimsical, I can’t help myself. Soooo, when I saw that Fannie Flagg wrote a Christmas novel, I was all over it.
The book in question is called A Redbird Christmas. There’s this middle aged man who lives in Chicago. He’s told by his doctor he’s basically going to die because his lungs suck and his innards are broken and that he needs to move someplace warm so he doesn’t die like today. The guy’s name is Oswald. It’s Oswald because that name was the next on the list at the orphanage where he was deposited as a baby in a basket inexplicably containing a can of Campbell’s soup. Because the nuns had a sense of humor, they named him Oswald Campbell. (I just looked it up- there IS in fact a Saint Oswald. I was about to complain about a Catholic orphanage having a list of baby names that weren’t saints, but there are a LOT of saints… Even an Oswald, apparently.)
Anyway, Oswald is given this random brochure for a health resort in Lost River, Alabama. Sadly, the health resort no longer exists, but he’s given reasonable room and board by one of the residents, so he decides to make the move. In typical Flagg fashion, there is a lot of southern cuteness to be had in this novel. There are neurotic old women who dye their hair crazy colors. The town’s mail is all delivered via boat since all the homes are located on piers along the river. The town’s only grocery store is run by an eccentric man who allows a crippled cardinal free reign over his store. (This part made me cringe a little. I don’t care how many tricks you can teach a bird, there is no teaching a bird not to poop on the produce. Not cool.)
One day a little girl shows up. There are people who live “back in the woods” who are basically transient and terrible at taking care of their children. (No “trailer trash” stereotypes here or anything. Oh, wait…) The little girl in question is named Patsy. She’s been abandoned by her father and stuck with a stepmother who doesn’t want her. She’s got a birth defect that causes a pronounced limp, and her sweet vulnerable little girlness charms the whole darn town. When the stepmother decides to skip town and doesn’t want to take Patsy, Frances (one of Lost River’s most prominent ladies) jumps at the opportunity to raise the little girl. Patsy, no surprise, bonds with Jack (the bird) and sweet loveliness ensues.
Frances takes Patsy to a doctor to see about getting her leg fixed- it’ll require an expensive series of surgeries and a lot of emotional support. The town really bands together to raise the money to help Patsy, but nobody can get through to the little girl like that darn bird. Unfortunately, birds don’t have a super long life expectancy. So… Well, I’m not going to get into all the spoilers. If you’re even remotely interested in this sort of word candy, I don’t want to ruin it for you. (Be sure to floss! Novels this level of sweetness are sure to cause cavities.)
To be quite honest, this wasn’t my favorite Fannie Flagg offering. I didn’t get wrapped up in the lives of the characters the way I did in some of her other books. Since I wasn’t expecting it to be the greatest book I’d ever read, and it still warmed my snarky little heart, I’ll say it was alright. It won’t stick with you, but it won’t make you want to gouge your eyes out either. Probably. Unless you really hate birds, Alabama, Christmas, and sugar. Then don’t read this at all. Not even a word of it. If you’re interested in a holiday read that’s sweeter than southern style sweet tea (seriously, you might get diabetes from this novel) give this a shot (of insulin. Oooooh I’m punny today!)
Do any of you Bookworms out there have a favorite holiday read? I’d love to add to my seasonal reading collection!
Quirky Chrissy
A Christmas Carol! (I’ve actually got an awesome Christmas Treasury of fancy-pants literary Christmas stories from all the greats. It’s pretty fantastic…It’s my holiday coffee table book. Because ,you know…I have a coffee table now!)
Words for Worms
I’ve got big plans for A Christmas Carol. Next week, my little chicken.
Quirky Chrissy
I’m not a chicken! Why’s everyone gotta call me a chicken!? 😉
It's A Dome Life
I want to move to Alabama now so my mail can be delivered by boat. Also, I will be one of those neurotic old ladies with lavender hair…and too many cats. I like Fannie Flagg too…nothing wrong with a little light reading once in a while, right?
LOL @ Quirky Chrissy
Words for Worms
Light reading is good for the soul. Especially when it’s Fannie Flagg! I think you could rock lavender hair. It would be lovely.
Quirky Chrissy
It’s like you KNEW I was looking at you when I said that…LILY!
didibooksenglish
I know you’ve heard this suggestion but A Christmas Carol. I really like that story.
Words for Worms
Next week! 🙂
didibooksenglish
Can’t wait! Don’t forget to pop over to my blog. I’m doing a christmas giveaway.
Darlene
The Legend of Holly Claus by Brittany Ryan. This is a great story about Santa’s daughter, a curse, a loyal wolf, true love, immortality and lots of fantasy creatures. There are beautiful drawings as well. You should check it out if you haven’t read it.
Words for Worms
Sounds cute!
Lyssapants
Maybe the bird craps out little mints or something.
Words for Worms
I have a wind up penguin toy that poops candy.
Lyssapants
Hang onto the good things in life.
Sally Ann Crist
I have read Fannie Flagg’s Christmas book every year. This will be the 4th because I do love the warm and fuzzy feeling. It gets me in the Christmas spirit and reminds me that miracles happen.
Words for Worms
🙂 That’s such a nice tradition!