Just Don't Call Me Ma'am by Anna Mitchael

— feeling bad smell
Just Don't Call Me Ma'am: How I Ditched the South, Forgot My Manners, and Managed to Survive My Twenties with (Most of) My Dignity Still Intact - Anna Mitchael
Meh.
I love Southern snark. When I saw this book on my tbr pile I figured it would be worth a read.
It was. In the beginning. Then it just sort of fizzled out from there. I laughed in the first few pages, and it felt so relatable, but by the end of it I was anticipating its' end. That's tough to say when it's someones' life story, but it was just a bunch of words to me. I didn't want to know some of the stuff I read. It just didn't interest me.
This could be one of those spinach situations. It wasn't for me but it might be right for you. 
 
 
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