Ellen is a prolific writer with Southern settings, and I remember loving this story collection the first time. This time, however, it read alternately schmaltzy or centered on rich, white characters tone deaf to their privilege. These stories, featuring natural disasters, seem rooted in the racism and classicism of the 20th century Deep South, and I guess I‘m just not connecting with that anymore. 🤷🏻♀️ I think it‘s normal for tastes to evolve.