(Book #90) I declare if Linda did not host us with perfect Southern hospitality. What a feast We started with wine, shrimp cocktail and a delicious cheese spread. At the table we were treated to ham, macaroni and cheese, sautéed green beans, and delicious corn bread. For desert we had the most amazing caramel cake. What a feast!
Our discussion of the book began with the notion of whether the antiques dealer so interested in his social position, shot his lover in cold blood or self-defense. I know that I thought he had shot him out of some sort of revenge but that may be a hold-over from watching the movie and not trusting Kevin Spacey to tell the truth. (That was based on Keyser Soze, not the more recent accusation in the #metoomovement.) We also talked about truth being stranger than fiction when you consider the outrageous characters Berendt found in Savannah. Most of us thought it was quite a good read and noted we’ve read several well-written non-fiction works that read like fiction. I didn’t prepare a quiz for the meeting, so the girls could enjoy an anxiety free evening.
A favorite quote: “If you go to Atlanta, the first question people ask you is, “What’s your business?” In Macon they ask, “Where do you go to church?” In Augusta they ask your grandmother’s maiden name. But in Savannah the first question people ask you is “What would you like to drink?”