First, an admission: I do not cry. I am not a crier. But this book – oh man, this book. Like THE SERPENT KING’s characters, I grew up in the rural South, and I can honestly say that Zentner got it right where so many books get it wrong. He even knows the proper way to use “Bless your heart,” which is no small thing. Every page brims with authenticity. I knew people like Dill, like Travis. I knew that overpowering heat.
Zentner’s writing makes me want to be a better writer. I highlighted and underlined and made notes in the margins of this book, and even from the first chapter, I realized that I would have THE SERPENT KING at my side going forward; hopefully some of its brilliance will rub off on me.
In a snapshot: it’s like if John Corey Whaley and Faulkner had a baby, and that baby was this book. So obviously I loved it, and obviously I’m going to recommend the hell out of it.
Would give this 6 stars if I could.