Review: The Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen

Sugar Queen
by Sara Addison Allen

Twenty-seven-year-old Josey is sure of three things: winter in her North Carolina hometown is her favorite season; she’s a sorry excuse for a Southern belle; and sweets are best eaten in the privacy of her hidden closet.
For while Josey has settled into an uneventful life in her mother’s house, her one consolation is the stockpile of sugary treats and paperback romances she escapes to each night . . .
Until she finds her closet harboring none other than local waitress Della Lee Baker, a tough-talking, tender-hearted woman who is one part nemesis – and two parts fairy godmother . . .

If there’s one thing that the main character and I share, it’s our love for junk foods! Yes, really.. Josey loved junk food and she kept them hidden on her closet, along with her romance novels. Then one day she discovered that Della Lee, an infamous waitress in their town, was hiding in her secret closet. In order to get rid of Della, Josey promised to help her get some things from her place. There she met Della’s mean ex-boyfriend. And soon she discovered other characters along the way.

Meanwhile, her mom was adamant in making Josey’s life miserable. Josey wasΒ in-loveΒ with the mailman, but afraid to get tangled up for fear of her mom. Then she developed Β a new friendship with another bookworm Chloe (whose books instantly appear when faced with a situation and would never leave her) and a new discovery that shocked her to the bone regarding Della Lee.

This is another one of Sara Addison Allen’s story which has magical realism. Remember the Garden Spells I’ve read earlier this month? The book was simply but beautifully written, very easy to read and comprehend and the characters come alive as you get to know them. Yes, literally come alive because one of them is actually dead! OOps, I think I just spoiled the fun, hahaha.

As always, Sara Addison Allen’s book sent shivers to my spine but made me a contented reader walking light-heartedly and smiling like a child. πŸ™‚

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