I don't usually read non-fiction (except for an occasional memoir) but when my mother found this on the "free" book stack at our local recycling center, I decided to give it a read. After all, I did live in Virginia for more than eight years.
I found that it was a trying read at times -- it was almost as if Inman was forcing rather than encouraging us to relate to his childhood experiences and Southern roots. But there was also something comforting about his writing. I found that comfort in the anecdotes that spoke to universal truths rather than specific people or places, and I wish Inman had included more of those.
Overall, not a bad read, but not a book I'll keep on the shelf, either.