Dripping with condescension, startlingly white-washed, and downright irreverent.
The author, as a white woman, writes all about Southern culture without stopping for even a second to acknowledge that there is more to the South than just white culture. Which is quite telling.
The author moved 3 feet south of the Mason-Dixon line for 3 years and purports to write a primer on the entire South. She apparently overlooks, or lacks the self-awareness to appreciate, that urban Raleigh is not the epitome of the South. Writing about your experience in Raleigh as if one knows the South is like moving to Cleveland, OH and writing a book that describes Indianapolis, New York, Philly, and Boston all at once. Except that those cities might actually be geographically closer than the varied and nuanced swath of land and culture that this author writes about from her city slicking enclave in Raleigh.