The Road to Bittersweet by Donna Everhart


    This will be a heartfelt review. It is rare that I find a book that completely captivates me cover to cover. While reading Everhart's book I cried, laughed, threw the book across the room, and even sat and contemplated life. Within the first few chapters I was swept way, no pun intended, in the story of this horrendous blood. Everhart's book takes place in Western North Carolina and is centered around a massive flood that occurred in the 40s. 

    It has not been that long ago since Helene went through our area. Although we did not suffer as much as people out toward Asheville and Bat Cave, the effects can still be seen in my own community. The story of sheer survival, displacement, and coming at age of a young woman was so wonderfully written that if it was made into a movie, it would be an epic fail. This is my first book by Donna Everhart, and I hope to read many more.  

    These communities in Western North Carolina are very close-knit. The people they are very hyper independent and will not freely take handouts. I know this is a fictional novel, but I'm sure there was people like this during the flooding and aftermath of Helene. I am a mother who has experienced the loss of a child, so when the youngest character Seph passed away. I literally threw the book across the room. I just cannot recommend this book enough for those of you who really need a happy ending. Be prepared to read through the horrors of being a young lady in the 40s. Obviously, this will get the five out of five star rating.  Do not read this book if you are currently suffering from PTSD of the Helen flooding. I was on a complete edge for about three chapters total. 

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