I did not like this book. I saw it on a book exchange shelf and thought I recognized it as a book my sister had recommended. I didn't need to read very far to determine it was not the same book.
There were things I liked. I liked the genuineness of Hanna, a main character, as a girl growing up under a very controlling religious mother. She has spirit. She gets pregnant and is forced to give the baby up. She suffers for this grievously.
As we learn about the life of her child, through her own eyes, I had to grit my teeth to keep reading. The family who takes the baby is so stereotypically bad. The author has an idea about poor white trash, and there is no redemption. The mother and father are drunks, thieves, liars, cheats, violent, and, yes, well trashy. I've worked with a lot of poor people. There may be trashy moments, but I have never met people who were relentlessly trashy. I consider it lazy writing; even the good moments are tainted.
So, too, with the Holy Roller Mother. Just stereotypical, with no background, no nuance, no moments of reflection or contemplation, just quick-fix plots to preserve appearances.
It was hard to read because I felt it was emotionally overwrought, poorly thought through, and poorly written. I read it to the end because, in terms of vocabulary and plot, it was simple and easy , a quick read.