23 May 2017

Emotion, Humor & Southern Charm | The Sweet Smell of Magnolias and Memories by Celeste Fletcher McHale

ABOUT THE BOOK

“There’s no time,” Colin said. “You have to go. Find me, call me . . .”

Jacey and Colin shared the three most intense days of their lives together, waiting for help as Mississippi floodwaters surrounded them. Jacey knew Colin was the love of her life—until her rescue boat went under water, along with Colin’s last name and pieces of Jacey’s memory.

The last thing she remembered was being submerged in water. Again.

As Jacey walks down the aisle as the maid of honor in her friend’s wedding a year later, the last person she expects to see is Colin. The biggest surprise, though, is that the man of her dreams is not wearing jeans and flip-flops as he did when he held her through those long nights of the flood. He’s the preacher.

As Jacey’s memories come flooding back, it’s almost more than she can take. The fate of the young family trapped with them haunts her. The unwavering honesty—and support—of her best friend Georgia forces her to take a fresh look at herself. She’s spent her life afraid of love. But this flood is opening Jacey’s heart in the most unexpected ways.


MY REVIEW

As Jacey and Colin meet during three intense days of flooding and reconnect coincidentally a year later, Celeste Fletcher McHale’s The Sweet Smell of Magnolias and Memories tells a sweet story of friendship, family, and romance with great emotion, humor, and overall Southern charm. Just as I expected from the author of The Secret to Hummingbird Cake, McHale swept me into the ups and downs of the experience of her characters, and I enjoyed the journey from beginning to end. It’s a pleasure to read—and I’m sure readers of contemporary Southern romance will not be disappointed.

★★★★

Thanks to BookLook Bloggers, I received a complimentary copy of The Sweet Smell of Magnolias and Memories and the opportunity to provide an honest review. I was not required to write a positive review, and all the opinions I have expressed are my own.

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