“Well, my word. What a difference twenty years makes. I’m surrounded by the same people, but by the grace of God, I have a completely different perspective,” Christian blogger Sophie Hudson shares about her family in her book, A Little Salty to Cut the Sweet – Southern Stories of Faith, Family and Fifteen Pounds of Bacon. This funky two hundred and five page paperback book has a simplistic floral illustration on the front cover along with a few content paragraphs and author biography with photograph on the back. With a helpful family tree diagram listing over twenty members, there are eighteen chapters dedicated to the author’s memories of her family. A special treat of over a dozen Southern family-tradition food recipes are included at the back of the book with acknowledgements and an about the author page. Targeted toward Christian women, there is no profanity, sex, drugs or adult situations (unless you consider “start trying” to make a baby, morphine pumps during a C-section, or funeral apparel planning falling into any of those categories). Using several versions of the Holy Bible, several Christian denominations are referenced in a harmless sarcastic manner. “Welcome to my crazy. I hope you enjoy your stay,” Southern gal Sophie Hudson states while really, really loving her family. The deep-rooted adoration for parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts and uncles along with her mother-in-law shows dramatically and humorously in her mocking memoir being raised in Myrtlewood, Mississippi. From two to twenty pages with frequent all capitalized words, each chapter tells a family tale from the author’s viewpoint. Ranging from the “fallback” memory of a relative or the size of food plates at restaurants to Baptists buying all the Walmart’s Pippin pies or teaching her mother-in-law how to use a Kindle, she shows the importance of family and how God has been there by their side day by day. The majority of the stories tenderly make fun of the South, her upbringing and those who love her with few linking to gratitude, praying for ones to follow Jesus and that the Lord numbers our days. With her easily admitting she was a believer in college without spiritual maturity and being an obsessive/compulsive list maker, she shows her vulnerability as life takes her down different paths that God lovingly controls. If one is looking for a fun, clean, heartfelt yet teasing book about the South and one’s peculiar family history, both good and bad, Hudson is spot on in delivering a chuckling tome. This book was furnished by Tyndale for review purposes.