“The House Built on Alligator Bones,” by Sophia Huneycutt

 The House Built on Alligator Bones (Dutton 2026) by Sophia Huneycutt is an endlessly fascinating, utterly riveting Southern Gothic tale with all the classic elements of the genre, but it has even more to offer thanks to its unique twist. With an atmospheric Florida setting and more than enough visceral horror, The House Built on […]

“Beware the Tall Grass” by Ellen Birkett Morris

It’s easy to see why Ellen Birkett Morris’s enchanting debut novel, Beware the Tall Grass (Columbus State University 2024), won The Donald L. Jordan Prize for Literary Excellence. The novel expertly entwines two moving tales, that of Eve Sloan, a mother trying desperately to understand and protect her son Charlie circa 2010; and that of […]

“A Happier Life” by Kristy Woodson Harvey

This is Kristy Woodson Harvey’s eleventh novel. An avid follower of hers, I love this book. I love it the best of all of her books so far; of course I may have said that once or twice before when her previous new ones came out. A Happier Life (Gallery Books 2024) is the story […]

“The Homeschool Experiment,” by Charity Hawkins

Charity Hawkins, 2012, Familyman Ministries, 229 pp, $12.99, 978-1937639068 Review by Patricia O’Sullivan. Julianne Miller, the protagonist of The Homeschool Experiment, a novel, homeschooled her three children last year with mixed results. This year she is determined to do better. With a little organization, lots of patience, and a network of supportive friends, Julianne learns how […]

“Ghosting” by Kirby Gann

Review by Tina Egnoski In Kirby Gann’s new book, Ghosting, Kentucky is raw-edged, poverty-stricken and violent.  It is also a place of physical beauty and, for some, of personal redemption. The protagonist James Cole Prather, known as Cole, is twenty-three and at loose ends.  He lives with his mother Lyda, an addict.  His half-brother Fleece […]

“Fielder’s Choice,” by J. Mark Hart

Review by Matthew Simmons Years ago, after reading Richard Russo’s Mohawk, I decided I needed more flexibility in labeling fiction.  Obviously, there was pulp, there was genre fiction, and there was the rarified air of “lit-tra-ture.”  But what I’d found in Mohawk seemed to somehow occupy parts of all of those labels simultaneously and effortlessly.  […]