From Publishers Weekly
Starred Review. "Daddy had a sermon voice and an at-home voice; his church smiles and his at-home grins; his damnation-from-above tone, and his damnation-on-whoever-flooded-the-bathroom-floor-trying-to-play-Olympics tone," writes first-time author Hancock in this beautifully crafted and downright funny memoir about growing up a Southern Baptist pastor's daughter in Kentucky. Hancock's voice is a real find, managing both spirituality and irreverence in her account of family and flock. Parishioners jostling for her father's attention are particularly skewered; on the competition among church ladies to prove themselves the most charitable: "Yes, Jesus was dirt poor... But this does not take away from the fact that if you really want to show that you love someone, you have to give them things." While her father is the focus, Hancock gives much time to nuanced, loving observation of her mother, sister and other family members, achieving unexpected depth in the ongoing narrative of her grandmother's long illness. A true gem of a memoir, this will resonate with anyone who grew up in a religious and/or Southern family.
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As this winning memoir makes clear, preachers’ kids aren’t like anybody else, ditto their upbringing, especially if they’re Baptist preachers’ children. In true preacher’s kid fashion, east-central Kentucky preacher’s kid Hancock divides the book into nine “lessons” on, respectively, kindness, gentleness, love, faithfulness, goodness, patience, joy, peace, and self-control. Sans hidden secrets, ugly abuses, and any Mommie or Daddy Dearest, this is a mostly sunny volume of happy memories, in which Kentucky basketball is almost as important as Jesus. Still, Hancock has a sly sense of subtle humor and ironic wit. Tension, when it does emerge, is a result of small misunderstandings and slightly mischievous behavior by her and her younger sister, Meg. Of course, there are dark moments recorded, such as the death of a grandmother, but the spirits of Christian goodness and a young girl at times confused about her father’s profession yet full of pride about it suffuse what is in toto a lovely book. --June Sawyers