For a narrative nonfiction, I would have enjoyed this much more had the author been a bit less wordy and refrained from injecting herself into the story, which actually belongs to those who personally experienced the tornado.
There's a good amount of time wandering far afield - perhaps to give the reader a "feel" for the south - no shortage of dirt, rust, damp, haints, civil war dead, fried catfish and the sound of cicadas out of season.
Bright colors against "dark skin" captivates, evidently, but what that has to do with the tornado, I have no idea.
Some of the narrative dealing with growing up in the 60s struck a chord.
The chapters covering Linda and Ronny were more in line with what I had thought more of the book would be like.