Favorite Quotes:
Honey, paradise is so far in my rearview mirror, I wouldn’t know what it looked like if it smacked me in the face.
You know how she is. When she gets a bee in her bonnet, she expects everyone around her to make honey.
Listen to me, honey. Marriage is a journey filled with peaks and valleys and tidal waves. If you’re having problems now, tying the knot will only make them worse down the road.
It’s like you have a split personality or something. I don’t understand how you can be so considerate and attentive one minute and such a jackass the next.
Blame it on the cancer. It’s eating away the stubborn and selfish part of my brain that makes me act like a shrew.
My Review:
Sweet Tea Tuesdays was a bit close to home for me; I had a sense of déjà vu as several threads in the storyline felt as if Ms. Farley had been hidden behind a wall and secretly collecting data from my childhood. The similarities were rather eerie; although her characters were actually far more considerate and better behaved than the people I share genetic material with. Three vastly different women had forged a friendship while living in neighboring homes for over twenty-six years. Their bond allowed them to overlook each other’s quirks and weaknesses, and revel in their strengths instead. While one was extremely conventional to the point of being an obnoxious bigot and an arrogant and difficult diva, her friends were somehow able to still see her good heart and otherwise kind nature. The women had supported and nurtured each other through child-rearing, infertility, infidelity, divorce, and empty nest syndrome, yet the latest developments were the worst tragedies of all and strained their bond to the point of snapping. For the first time in all those years, the Tuesday Teas were abandoned. The plot was relevant and entertaining, and Ms. Farley’s writing, as always, was poignant, insightful, and emotive. Her descriptive writing easily placed me right along with them as they drank tea, chatted, argued, struggled, and lashed out at each other. I felt the heat of the summer, smelled the flowers in their garden, cringed and felt annoyance at their insensitivities and narrow-mindedness, smiled at their humor, and remained steadfastly engaged in their story throughout, although I was periodically holding my breath for each one of them in turn.