I can't help but love Rucker Blakeslee with my whole heart, along with every other character in this book. This is the witty coming-of-age story of Will Tweedy from Cold Sassy, Georgia. He loves fighting, telling stories, and driving his daddy's cadillac, but most of all he loves his Grandpa Blakeslee. They have a sweet relationship and although the story is filled with minor scandal (1920's deep-south kind of scandal) and intrigue, the focus of the book is the relationship between a grandpa and his boy.
I have to include my favorite part of the book. Rucker Blakeslee is talking to his second wife, Love Simpson Blakeslee, about his views on faith and God, and it is beautiful.
”Well’m, faith ain’t no magic wand or money-back gar’ntee, either one. Hit’s jest a way a-livin’. Hit mean you don’t worry th’ew the days. Hit mean you go’n be holdin’ on to God in good or bad times, and you accept whatever happens. Hit mean you respect life like it is—like God made it—even when it ain’t what you’d order from the wholesale house. Faith don’t mean the Lord is go’n make lions lay down with lambs jest cause you ast him to, or make fire not burn. Some folks, when they pray to git well and don’t ever git better, they say God let’m down. But I say thet warn’t even what Jesus was a-talkin’ bout. When Jesus said ast and you’ll git it, He was given’ thet if’n you git beat down—scairt to death you cain’t do what you got to, or scairt you go’n die, or scairt folks won’t like you—why, all you got to do is put yore hand in God’s and He’ll lift you up. I know it for a fact, Love. I can pray ‘Lord, hep me not be scairt,’ and I don’t know how, but it’s like a eraser wipes the fears away. And I found out long time ago, when I look on what I got to stand as a dang hardship or a burden, it seems too heavy to carry. But when I look on the same dang thang as a challenge, why, standin’ it or acceptin’ it is like you done entered a contest. Hit even gits excitin’, waitin’ to see how everthan’s go’n turn out…. Jesus meant us to ast God to hep us stand the pain, not beg Him to take the pain away. We can ast for comfort and hope and patience and courage, and to be gracious when thangs ain’t goin’ out way, and we’ll git what we ast for. They ain’t no gar’ntee thet we ain’t go’n have no troubles and ain’t go’n die. But shore as frogs corak and cows bellow, God’ll forgive us if’n we ast Him to.”