Then Sings My Soul By Sonny Sammons

The book this week is neither a historical nor a romance. I met Sonny Sammons this past April at the North Texas Book Festival and I have to say that he could charm the gold right out of my teeth if I had any, gold that is. He spoke in a slow Southern drawl that made me think of sweet iced tea, big porches and pecan pie. But he comes by his accent honest since he hails from the great state of Georgia. I love this book. Sonny is quite a storyteller and this is based on a true family story. His writing style is reminiscent of Mark Twain, Eudora Welty and Olive Ann Burns. It’s very entertaining. Maybe you’ll give it a try.

Then Sings My SoulSet in rural Georgia during the late 1940s, this tells the tale of a family–a young boy, his widowed mother, two widowed grandfathers and their lady friends. It’s filled with southern-style preachers, a talented country singer and a sprinkling of politicians, including a governor whose campaigns are always a little short.

After Grandfather Luke’s daughter is horribly abused, her husband is found dead and Grandfather Luke finds himself sentenced to death in Georgia’s electric chair. The newspaper called it a Death Watch.

Waiting for midnight.

Midnight in Reidsville.

This story is heartwarming and at times humorous as the community rallies around Luke and his family.

Here’s a short excerpt:

The long funeral procession drove away from the small Baptist church as slow as the pace of a man afoot, and one not in a particular hurry. The mourners had suffered through a grueling forty-five minutes of fist-pounding hellfire and damnation from the Reverend W.R. Cauley, and each came from the church pulling at a tight collar or restrictive corset. Occasionally, the reverend had called on God to pave the way for this less-than-perfect subject lying in the casket, to enter the gates that St. Peter corporaled. Mostly he was preaching to scare the bejesus out of the live ones.

I was six years old. I was also the center of attention this particular moment. The year was 1944 and World War II was a thousand days old. My father had died in the Pacific theater twenty-one days earlier, in the Mariana Islands. The rosewood coffin that held center stage in front of Reverend Cauley’s pulpit, flag-draped and claiming to contain my father’s remains, had been borne by six men to a waiting hearse, which preceded our car in the funeral procession.

Here’s the Amazon link: http://amzn.com/0877972818

I’ll give away another $10 Amazon gift card on Saturday to someone who comments.

 

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About LindaBroday

I’m a NY Times and USA Today bestselling author of western historical romance. I love stories of the old West and the people who once lived there. I haunt libraries and museums and can hang out in them for hours. To tell all the stories that are in my head would take a lifetime.

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Then Sings My Soul By Sonny Sammons — 11 Comments

  1. Sounds interesting! Loved Cold Sassy True by Olivia Burns and the tv movie as well (with Faye Dunaway)

    • Hi Anon1001! Thank you for coming over to read about Sonny’s book. How wonderful that you know Olive Burns! Yes, Cold Sassy Tree is a wonderful story and it made a very good movie. The South in all its glory. LOL

      I’ve entered you in the drawing, my dear!

  2. Ah, shades of Harper Lee, too. This is a story that I’d like to be a part of, that of a reader taken to a time unknown to me except in the pages of a book written by a true storyteller…

    • Hi Alice! Thank you for coming to visit. Yes, it’s in the same vein as To Kill a Mockingbird except not nearly as deep. Sonny does a great job in bringing the deep South to life, but of course, he lives there so he’d better! I wish you could meet him. Such a southern gentleman but boy, does he spice up the conversation! I thoroughly enjoyed him.

      I’ve entered you in the drawing. Good Luck!

  3. Oh my! How wonderful to see this. I have a little piece of paper laying on my desk to remind me that I want to read this book. I enjoyed meeting him and his sister at the North Texas Book Festival in Denton. Thank you for sharing his book!

    • Hi Jan! Yes, he was such an unforgettable character! I loved that we got to sit at the table with him and his sister. If hadn’t been late, I doubt we’d have chosen his table that night. I’ll loan you the book when you get time to read it.

      Love and big hugs for coming over, Sister!

  4. This does sound like an interesting read. I love reading something different for a change of pace. This sounds like a good one.

    • Hi Quilt Lady! Thank for you for coming. I always love seeing you. Yes, it’s really nice to get away from the normal sometimes and read a different kind of book. I know you would love this!

      I’ve entered you in the drawing! Good luck!

    • Hi Cheryl C! Thank you for dropping by. I’m glad you like the sound of Sonny Sammons’ book. Yes, being from Georgia yourself, you can certainly relate. I’ll wager you’ve drank plenty of sweet iced tea!

      I’ve entered you in the drawing. Best of LUCK!!