I don't think I can get past chapter three. The reader is so slow and the writing is so over-done that I'm having a hard time concentrating on the story... if there is a story to concentrate on that is. The descriptions are too wordy and the author uses too many metaphors. I'm not sure I need a table described to me in metaphor. It reminds me of a high school student aiming for a better grade by using bigger words. I thinking about counting the times the author uses the word "plume" and turning it into a drinking game.
Different reader reading a different book.
I do not claim to be a writer by any stretch, but I know I could do better with this weak book. If this author is trying to depict the South, she is way off base. I stopped at chapter 3 , it was so pathetic.