She asked me to say a few words for her, like ‘honey’ and ‘fiddledeedee’ and ‘damn,’ to hear my accent, and then actually asked if I’d ever heard of the hanging of an innocent man around these parts. I had the sudden and horrible thought that those who aren’t from around here might think that Gone with the Wind or that song about the night the lights went out in Georgia were true compasses showing what they might discover here in Sweet Apple.
-- Narrator (Prologue)

Importance: The author of The Playing Fields Blog explains one of the reasons why she has decided to start writing the blog. She wants to correct the misconceptions about the South and life there.

Lindi shook her head. ‘No. But I don’t play tennis. Or golf. And I work outside the home.’ She indicated Merilee’s outfit. ‘We’re like unicorns here at Windwood.
-- Lindi (Chapter 2)

Importance: On...