I’ve struggled with how to write this review without sounding biased—because I am Virginia’s daughter. When my mom first told me she was going to write Broken Branches about my dad’s family, I honestly thought she was crazy. Why was she so deeply drawn to a story that wasn’t even hers? She became completely immersed—taking trips, meeting distant relatives, working with the historical society, and even clocking in at work while pouring herself into this book. I thought she was going overboard.
But my mom is also my best friend, so of course I supported her. And oh, how grateful I am that I did.
As she began writing, she asked me to read it, but here’s the truth—I’ve never enjoyed reading. So instead, she read the chapters aloud to me. (Team Audiobook!) One chapter in, and my whole idea of this “crazy book obsession” was gone. The writing was captivating, heartfelt, and beautifully crafted. For months, I found myself eager to hear every new chapter. We laughed, we cried… a lot. I quickly realized this wasn’t just the story of my dad’s family, it was the story of our family, my children, and the generations still to come.
This story needed to be told. For Buddy (my grandfather), who never had a voice with his family here on earth. Some stories change the way you see the past—Broken Branches is one of them.
I may be her daughter, but I can honestly say Broken Branches is a powerful, unforgettable book—one that I’m incredibly proud to have witnessed come to life.