Mora Jackson's life revolves around...well, Mora Jackson. Now retired and widowed, her new hobbies include going to doctors for complications due to her diabetes and scolding her oldest daughter Janie for divorcing that nice lawyer. So what if he was working overtime every night with that nice looking paralegal. She wore suits, while Mora couldn't remember the last time Janie wasn't wearing an oversized warm up suit. There had to be some occasion to get a gym teacher to dress up.
Janie wasn't Mora's favorite daughter. That honor was reserved for her youngest, Lisa, who was married to a software company executive. Lisa had children, a nice home and a new Hummer. Mora pointed that out to Janie. What else can a mother do? Mora tried to help, she took Janie shopping, hoping a nice purse will inspire the poor girl to get her life together. Nothing helps sad feelings like a new purse. They always fit, no matter what was for lunch.
But all Janie wanted to talk about was Mora's blood sugar levels. Mora tried to explain that when she felt low, the Dr. Pepper gave her new life and energy, but Janie would only blather on about proteins and balance. Mora had lived long enough, and, Lord knows, suffered enough that she should be able to eat any damn thing she wanted.
Who knew she'd end up dying of kidney failure, leaving behind fifty-six purses?
this is funny but...that's it?
I'm hoping this isn't the entire novel cause you're missing some key ingredients.