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Overview

Miss Julia is a proper lady of a certain age with a backbone of iron and perfect steel magnolia poise, not to mention the sharpest tongue south of the Mason-Dixon Line. But Miss Julia Throws a Wedding finds her a little wistful when Hazel Marie, once her late husband's paramour and now her best friend, prepares to move out and live in sin with that nice Mr. Pickens. And with her she's taking Little Lloyd, the apple of Miss Julia's eye!

But suddenly, to her delight, a wedding is in the offing. Handsome Deputy Sheriff Coleman Bates and attorney Binkie Enloe announce their plan to run down to the courthouse next week and tie the knot. That's no way to do it, insists Miss Julia (the only person around who knows cucumber sandwiches are correct in summer and ham biscuits in winter). Taking a few shortcuts in etiquette, Miss Julia decides to organize a real ceremony herself. Will Little Lloyd sing a solo? Will anybody notice the sparkling grape juice isn't champagne? These and other hilarious hurdles on the way to the altar reinforce Miss Julia's undying motto: if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

Author Biography: Ann B. Ross, who has taught literature at the University of North Carolina at Asheville, is the author of Miss Julia Speaks Her Mind, one of the most popular Reader's Digest Condensed Books of 1999 and one of Book Sense's Top Ten Recommended Books, and Miss Julia Takes Over.

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This sassy-tongued southern widow first brightened readers' evenings with the very accurately titled Miss Julia Speaks Her Mind. In this mint julep encore, Miss Julia takes charge of the impending nuptials of Deputy Sheriff Coleman Bates and that lucky little Binkie Enloe. A brightly petaled bouquet.
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The inimitable Miss Julia pushes an indecisive couple toward matrimony in this Southern comedy-of-manners series' latest installment, which begins with the protagonist frustrated at the inability of her friend, Miss Hazel, to get her beau to propose. But another opportunity surfaces when Sheriff Coleman Bates proposes to his lawyer girlfriend, Binkie Enloe. Miss Julia immediately plows into the wedding plans, which get derailed when a major fight causes Binkie to back out. After some clever detective work, Miss Julia discovers that the real reason for Binkie's hesitation is her pregnancy, which leaves her indecisive right up to the wedding day. Coleman's frustrations pale compared to the frenzied anguish plaguing Miss Julia as she tries to keep the wedding alive, until Binkie finally changes her mind. The couple still has to get past a series of calamities that include a no-show pastor, Binkie's bout with morning sickness and the sudden appearance of a "miraculous" religious image on the wall of the church construction site, bringing a TV crew and a throng of miracle seekers. Ross gets a bit carried away with wedding details, but her cheeky style works flawlessly once Miss Julia digs into the romantic intrigue and begins to ply her unique combination of common sense and old-fashioned, smalltown wisdom. The book should please followers of this series and perhaps draw new ones who enjoy throwback romantic comedies and don't mind wading through some silliness to get to the happy ending. National advertising; 12-city author tour. (May) Forecast: Miss Julia Takes Over made the bestseller lists last year, so the momentum should still be strong, especially in the Southeast. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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"The third Miss Julia is just as fun as the first two.... You can count on Miss Julia to conquer adversity, one way or another, and you can count on thoroughly enjoying yourself while you read how she does it." —The Winston-Salem Journal
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780670031054
  • Publisher: Viking Adult
  • Publication date: 4/29/2002
  • Series: Miss Julia Series, #3
  • Pages: 288
  • Product dimensions: 5.78 (w) x 8.58 (h) x 1.11 (d)

Meet the Author

Ann Ross
Ann B. Ross holds a doctorate in English from the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, and has taught literature at the University of North Carolina, Asheville.

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Miss Julia Throws a Wedding


By Ann B. Ross

Viking

Copyright © 2002 Ann B. Ross.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 0670031054



Chapter One


I've a good mind to sell this house. The thought came to me, full-blown, as I looked out my front window at the absolute mess across the street. A haze of red construction dust hovered in the air, while a layer of it had already drifted over the sidewalk and covered my porch and front yard. A huge flatbed truck loaded with pallets of bricks had just come to a brake-grinding stop, blocking the street and my driveway, while men high up on scaffolding waved trowels and yelled instructions. You could've heard them all the way to Main Street.

    Fifty years, or close to it, in one place is long enough for anybody. Especially when a three-story brick monstrosity, courtesy of the high-flying aspirations of Pastor Larry Ledbetter, was being built right in front of my eyes. Then there was Hazel Marie on the road to rack and ruin, taking Little Lloyd with her, and Coleman so besotted with Binkie that he hardly ever stayed in the rented rooms upstairs, and I was right before being left high and dry in this house with nothing but reminders of Wesley Lloyd Springer to keep me company. Any of which I could do without and never miss.

    "Lillian," I said as I heard her push through the door to the dining room, the strains of gospel music from the kitchen radio going up a notch. She needed to turn that thing down.

    "Lillian?" I said again.

    "I'm listenin' hard as I can," she answered, standing there with her arms full of folded towels on her way to the downstairs linen closet.

    "I've a good mind to sell this house."

    She put the towels on the sofa and walked over to the window. Looking out with me, just as a worker threw a clanging shovel into a wheelbarrow, she said, "You not gonna do no such a thing, Miss Julia. That Presbyterium church buildin' get built one of these days, then things quieten down, an' you be over yo' upset."

    "Not likely," I said. "Things won't ever be the same as long as that thing is standing over there right in front of my eyes, with people coming and going all the time, doing first one thing and then another just to get in shape. A Family Life Center, of all things. All it'll be is a glorified gymnasium. And I'll tell you what's a fact, the church ought not to be in the physical fitness business. Its number one concern, to my mind, ought to be spiritual fitness."

    I turned away from the window, just sick at the sight of that brick wall going up not two feet from the far sidewalk. Turning away didn't help, though, for what I had to face inside the house was an even worse mess.

    "Lillian," I said again, holding my head in my hand, "I don't know what to do about anything anymore. I declare, I'm so tired of fighting losing battles I could just sit down and cry. And I may do just that."

    "You think that gonna he'p anything?"

    I looked up toward the back of the house as the sound of Hazel Marie's humming and singing the few words she knew of some country-western song came from her bedroom. Happy as a lark, packing suitcases and getting ready to move out of my house and into Mr. J. D. Pickens's. Without benefit, again, of marriage, I might add. You'd think after her decade-long experience as my husband's paramour, a situation that left her with a child and not a red cent to her name when he up and died right out there in my driveway, that she'd know better than to take up with another man of similar ilk. Not that Mr. Pickens was already married, as Wesley Lloyd Springer had been to me, but he'd told her he was not the marrying kind, at least, not at the present time. But if not now, when? She was playing with fire, I'd told her. But did that stop her? No, it did not, as the click of suitcase latches testified.

    "I've got to talk to her again," I said. "I can't let her keep on ruining her life like this."

    "You might ought to keep out of it," Lillian cautioned, ready as usual to offer advice, whether it was wanted or not. "She a grown woman, an' she ain't never been so happy in her life."

    "But she could be happier! She doesn't know what she's missing." I stopped then, recalling my own less-than-satisfactory marriage. I wouldn't wish the same on my own worst enemy, and Hazel Marie was far from that.

    "Here come Little Lloyd," Lillian said, as she moved the curtain aside to look out the window again. "That heavy ole book satchel gonna break that chile's back one a these days. He gonna want a snack with nothing but one a them school lunches on his stomach, which he don't hardly eat anyhow."

    As she padded toward the kitchen, the run-down heels of her slippers flapping with every step, I went back to the window. My heart wrenched as I watched Little Lloyd walk toward the house, his head turned to watch the workmen across the street. In spite of my and Lillian's every effort, the child stayed skinny as a rail. His little thin legs looked like sticks poking out of his long shorts. A striped tee shirt just emphasized his puny chest, while a soft spring breeze lifted his fine hair, blowing it first one way then another. I could see him squint through the thick glasses, entranced as every child is with the activities of workingmen. As he reached my driveway, he turned to walk backward to watch the bricklayers on the scaffold, the Game Boy in his hand temporarily forgotten. Mr. Pickens had given him that electronic thing, now banned in the classroom, and he fiddled with it walking to and from school, and every other chance he had.

    "Oh, Lord," I moaned under my breath. "How am I going to get along without them?" All I could think of were the long, lonely days stretching out in front of me, while I rattled around by myself in this empty house until I got too feeble to be of use to anybody. I could picture everybody going on about their lives, doing whatever popped into their heads to do—Coleman still carrying on with Binkie without the least hint of impending nuptials, and Hazel Marie living in sin with Mr. Pickens, and that child learning who-knew-what from their association, and Sam, well, who knew what he'd be up to. And here I'd be, old and forgotten, laid up in bed with my mind gone and my hip broken and needing a bedpan and nobody around to care if I got one or not.

    Lord, I'd miss that boy, and him not a lick of kin to me, except for being my husband's child by way of Hazel Marie before I knew anything about it. Took nine years and Wesley Lloyd's demise for me to hear the first word of what he'd been up to. But that was all water over the dam or under the bridge or wherever it went.

    I raised my head when I heard the screen door in the kitchen squeak as Little Lloyd came in, and Lillian's welcome and his laugh. Get hold of yourself, Julia Springer, I told myself, straightening my shoulders and tightening my mouth. Then I marched down the back hall to Hazel Marie's room, determined to give it one more try. Well, one more try today.

    "Hazel Marie," I said, brought to a halt in the doorway at the sight of dresses piled on the bed, suitcases standing already filled, and shopping bags full of personal paraphernalia, like hair rollers and dryers and one pair of shoes after another. I recalled the night she'd shown up at my door, battered and bruised after a run-in with Brother Vernon Puckett's minions, without a stitch to her name except what she had on. And that was torn and mud-spattered and not fit to wear. Things had changed for her once Sam Murdoch, my onetime lawyer before he retired, and Binkie Enloe, my present-day lawyer, had straightened out Wesley Lloyd's two wills, so that now Little Lloyd and I shared and shared alike. Although his half was in a trust fund, which Hazel Marie and he benefited from, and mine was where I could get my hands on it anytime I wanted to.

    "Oh, Miss Julia," Hazel Marie said, looking up from her packing, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. "I didn't know I had so much. J.D.'s going to send me back home." And she laughed like that was the least likely possibility in the world.

    "Hazel Marie," I said again, trying to keep myself together, although it was all I could do to keep from pitching a fit like I'd done a time or two before. "I wish you'd reconsider. What you're doing is just not right. What kind of example are you setting for Little Lloyd? To say nothing of what you're doing to yourself, why, it wouldn't surprise me a bit if Mr. Pickens didn't think the less of you for not making him marry you."

    We heard the telephone ring in the kitchen, and we both stopped to listen for Lillian to call one of us. When she didn't, Hazel Marie turned away, hanging her head—from shame, I like to think—so that her regularly touched-up blond hair hid her face.

    "Miss Julia," she whispered, "you know how stubborn he is when he gets an idea in his head. And he's got this idea that everybody will think he's just after Little Lloyd's inheritance if we get married. He says we can have a good life together without bringing in all the legalities."

    "Well, of course he would say that. What man wouldn't if he could get away with it? And you know that neither he nor anybody else can get at that inheritance. Binkie and Sam have it tied up tighter than Dick's hatband."

    "I know." She nodded. "But I get a nice income from it to take care of Little Lloyd, and J.D.'s got his pride."

    "Pride!" I threw up my hands. "If that's not just like a man! What does he want you to do, pauperize yourself so you'll be dependent on him? Hazel Marie, you are asking for trouble."

    She looked away and refolded a dress that she'd already folded three times. "I know you think I haven't given it enough thought, but I really have. For one thing, Little Lloyd needs a masculine role model, all the books say so, and you couldn't find anybody more masculine than J.D. is."

    I rolled my eyes at that. I knew what masculine meant to Hazel Marie. Well, and to me, too, at times. However. She had a point about the boy needing a man to look up to, since his own father hadn't exactly been an ideal for any child to emulate. Thursday night visits with the child and his mother hardly qualified as quality time, in my book. But, for the sake of my argument, I wasn't about to concede a blessed thing.

    "Well, it just seems to me that if you're bound and determined to do this, the least he could do is make it legal." But I knew as well as she did how hardheaded the man could be.

    Except for that one flaw in his character, Mr. Pickens was a good and decent man. Well, except for the fact that he was constitutionally unable to keep himself from flirting with every woman he met. And except for the fact that he'd never set the world on fire, financially speaking. I mean, how much can you make chasing down missing persons and investigating insurance fraud and the like? I'd told Hazel Marie that it looked like a woman had to make a choice between a good man and a rich one. The two didn't go together in my experience, limited though it was.

    Well, then there was Sam, but he was another one who couldn't be counted on. I'd come to that conclusion after I realized how scarce he'd been making himself lately.

    I sighed then, because she'd heard all my arguments more than once, and they hadn't done any good. But, I thought, Mr. Pickens hadn't heard them, and I determined then and there to give him a piece of my mind the next time I saw him. Turning away from the packing frenzy, I said, "I just hope you know what you're doing."

    Then, shocking me speechless, she ran over and hugged me, a demonstrative gesture I rarely, if ever, encouraged. "Oh, thank you, Miss Julia, thank you," she said, as the Joy perfume Mr. Pickens had given her nearly made my head swim. "I've wanted your blessing ever so much."

    Blessing was not what I'd had in mind; resignation was more like it, but before I could disengage myself and answer, we heard Lillian's shoes flapping down the hall toward us.

    "Miss Hazel Marie," Lillian said, She stopped in the door, holding a dish towel in her hands. "Mr. Pickens, he jus' call an' say to tell you he can't come pick you up today. He'll let you know when he can move you out, but for now, he want you to stay here with us."

    "Oh!" Hazel Marie moaned in disappointment. She plopped down on a chair, then shot straight up again. Her sewing box had gotten there first. Rubbing her backside, she said, "He didn't want to speak to me?"

    "No'm, he say he in a hurry. An', Miss Julia, you better take off that long face you been wearin' all day. You got comp'ny in yonder, an' they not gonna be happy seein' you mopin' 'round like you jus' lost your best friend."

    That was exactly what I had lost, or was about to lose. Two or three of them, in fact, but I refrained from pointing that out to her.

    "Who is it, Lillian?" I asked, turning away from Hazel Marie to face my duty. Lord, I didn't feel like entertaining company, but when you're known for your hospitality, you pull yourself together and do what you have to do, regardless of how you feel.

    "Coleman and Miss Binkie, that's who. An' they say they got a 'nnouncement to make."


Excerpted from Miss Julia Throws a Wedding by Ann B. Ross. Copyright © 2002 by Ann B. Ross. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


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INTRODUCTION
Whether this is your first introduction to Julia Springer or she's already a familiar acquaintance, you're in for a treat. Miss Julia, as she is known to friends and family, is a well-to-do Southern woman of a certain age whose life took an unexpected turn when she found her husband, Wesley Lloyd Springer, slumped over the steering wheel of his new Buick Park Avenue, dead as a doornail. Although during her long marriage, Julia had taken pride in supporting her husband, keeping a perfect house, and attending church whenever the doors opened, she quickly learns that her comfortable, though unexciting, life had been built upon an illusion. Wesley Lloyd had not been just a good provider, he had also been a sharp businessman who, to Julia's amazement, owned half of the county. Furthermore, he had not been the unassailable church elder who demanded of himself and others a rigid adherence to the rules; he had led a secret life that is revealed when Hazel Marie Puckett and a nine-year-old boy who is the spitting image of Wesley Lloyd show up on Julia's front porch.

Stunned though she is, and humiliated that many—including her pastor—had known or suspected what had been going on, Julia determines to hold her head up high, face down the gossips, and publicly show what real Christian charity is, even if it kills her. She takes Hazel Marie and Little Lloyd into her home for all the wrong reasons, but gradually comes to value them for who they are—themselves.

When we meet Miss Julia in Ann B. Ross's third novel, she is despairing over the fact that Hazel Marie is preparing to move in with J. D. Pickens, P.I., without the benefit of marriage. To make matters worse, her tenant, Deputy Coleman Bates, and her lawyer, Binkie Enloe, have been carrying on for some time now with no legalization of their relationship in sight.

Julia is, therefore overjoyed when Binkie and Coleman announce that they're going to run down to the courthouse next weekend and finally tie the knot that, to Julia's way of thinking, has been left dangling for too long. But she can't permit such a hurried and unblessed event to take place without more fanfare. They must have a real wedding in her home so they will have memories to look back on and pictures for their photograph album.

Julia's determination, energy, and out-and-out bossiness are brought into clear relief as she plans Binkie's wedding. From a reluctant (and pregnant) bride and a no-show pastor, to a crowd-drawing miracle that appears at the Presbyterian Church across the street from her house, Julia bounces from catastrophe to catastrophe, fixing matters on the fly and learning important life lessons each step of the way. Miss Julia grows a little smarter every time she comes into contact with people and situations that don't fit into her view of How Things Should Be Done. Whether she's trying on the form-fitting dress Binkie has chosen for her to wear to the wedding or convincing herself that her non-English-speaking gardener, Ramon (whom she calls Raymond), understands everything she says to him, Julia is perched precariously between the world of the enlightened and the sheltered. It is to her great credit (as well as to Ross's) that Julia manages to accept, if not condone, the actions of those who think differently from her. She also discovers the joys of generosity and tolerance, allowing Little Lloyd to take over the management of the trailer park she owns; accepting, even embracing, the African American minister who fills in at the last minute; and inviting a crowd of strangers into her home to take part in the wedding feast.

Miss Julia may have come a long way since her husband's death, but she still has a lot to learn. She remains vulnerable to the cloying righteousness of Pastor Leadbetter and his irritating wife; she is willfully ignorant of the plight of many of those who are less fortunate than she; and she's still trying to come to terms with her amorous feelings for Sam Murdoch, the only person in their small town who seems to know how to handle her. Even though she's no spring chicken, Julia Springer continues to grow emotionally and spiritually with each novel. That's no small feat for an old-fashioned widow living in small town America, especially one as proud as Miss Julia. Where her next adventure will take her, we can only guess, but there's no doubt she'll emerge smarter, sassier, and more likable than ever.

ABOUT ANN B. ROSS

Ann B. Ross, who has taught literature at the University of North Carolina, is the author of four novels that include Miss Julia Speaks Her Mind, one of the most popular Reader's Digest Condensed Books of 1999 and one of Book Sense's Top Ten Recommended Books.

A CONVERSATION WITH ANN B. ROSS
Your novels portray the petty grudges and gossip that occur in a small Southern town. Are you at all afraid of offending readers with your caricatures?

Since my stories are entirely fictional, I would be dismayed if readers thought my characters depicted actual people. My characters are composites of traits, habits, and mannerisms that I have observed in other people, as well as in myself. Besides, it's human nature to occasionally indulge in a little gossip since we're all interested in what goes on around us. And when the mighty fall, as Wesley Lloyd Springer did, it's big news anywhere.

Do you identify with Miss Julia? If so, in what ways?

I identify with Miss Julia to the extent that we've both been raised as Southern gentlewomen—to be gracious, agreeable, and socially correct in all that we do, regardless of how we actually feel. Because of her husband's betrayal and the town's delight in it, Julia awakens to the fact that her life had been built upon an illusion. I am still half asleep.

Julia and I share some of the same opinions, but not all of them. She does not always speak for me, and I categorically deny responsibility for everything she says or does.

How has your experience teaching literature helped your own writing?

My experience teaching literature has shown me what great literature is, but is has also shown me that there is a legitimate place for popular literature that entertains and lightens the heart. I am not talented enough to write great literature, but I can tell a good story, and that's what I try to do.

What advice would you give people who want to get a novel published? Is formal schooling in creative writing necessary?

The advice that I would give to anyone who wants to publish a novel is this: Write a novel. No amount of talking or dreaming about doing it will get it done. You must put words on paper, and those words must show that you know how to plot a story line, draw realistic and consistent characters, and, most of all, tell a good story.

Formal schooling in creative writing is not necessary, although it could be helpful in creating confidence, as well as in teaching the various conventions, techniques, and devices. None of my degrees is in creative writing, but I did take two elective classes in it. It was, however, the public library that was the most help to me. There was a time when I read every how-to-write book on the shelves.

What kinds of feedback do you get from readers? Do you find that they empathize with Miss Julia's situation?

I am amazed and humbled by the response from readers. And, yes, they are overwhelmingly empathetic with Julia Springer because, I think, she has found the courage to say what they, and I, would so like to say ourselves.

In a single novel you tackle religious fanaticism and intolerance, racism, single parenting, unmarried cohabitation, and criminal rehabilitation. How do you come up with your subject matter?

I have no idea where my ideas come from. I sit down at the computer and they come flowing out. Perhaps it's because, like many women of my region and my generation, I have bitten my tongue for so long to keep from speaking up, disagreeing, or arguing my opinion that I have a mental and emotional backlog of issues that I can now speak out on. What is stunning to me is finding that there are so many readers who apparently need a Miss Julia to speak their minds, too.

What do you have in store for Miss Julia? Which if any, of your other characters would you consider making the centerpiece for a new novel?

I try not to think too far ahead since it works better for me to concentrate fully on whatever book I'm currently writing. I have to rely on Julia herself to let me know what she'll be up to next. As for featuring other characters, the next novel will revolve around a problem that Lillian is having, although Julia remains the narrator. There is also another novel in the works that has a different narrator, and it was great fun to view Julia Springer from the outside for a change.

What books or writers have influenced you the most over the years?

Oh, this is a hard one to answer for I wouldn't want to credit any other writer for my meager efforts. I can say, however, that Geoffrey Chaucer has been encouraging to me because he elevated comedy to a legitimate level, in spite of Aristotle's determinations that tragedy is the highest genre. But Chaucer fearlessly depicted human nature as it is, and much of that is just plain humorous.

I also admire The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, To Kill a Mockingbird, and The Catcher in the Rye because they are accessible to readers of all ages—and at each age a reader can find a deeper layer of meaning. Best of all, each of these books tells a good story, which is what I try to do.

DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

  • Pastor Petree is reluctant to marry Binkie and Coleman without first counseling the couple about marriage. Do you, along with Miss Julia, agree that the young pastor has no business passing judgment as to whether the marriage is "within God's will" or do you think that, as a religious authority, the Pastor is a de facto representative of what constitutes a worthy marriage in the eyes of God and the church?
     
  • Miss Julia tells Binkie, "A bride deserves a big church wedding, a dress with a long train and bridesmaids and flowers and all your friends celebrating with you. Queen for a day" (p.11). Do you agree? If you are married, compare your wedding day with the one Miss Julia evokes in this passage. What is the down side of being "Queen for a day"?
     
  • "As far as I was concerned," thinks Miss Julia, "a wedding was supposed to be a ceremonial rite of tradition and high intent. But most of all, it was supposed to be a sedate and formal act, conducted with the utmost seriousness." How does the wedding that does eventually take place differ from this description? Was Miss Julia more help or hindrance in planning the event? Would Binkie and Coleman have been as happy with the small, civil ceremony they had originally planned?
     
  • How does Ann B. Ross make Little Lloyd's character come to life? Judging from his words and actions in this novel, what kind of adult do you think he'll grow up to be?
     
  • Ross pokes fun at "prayer chains" in the novel. How does Emma Sue's proclivity for these kinds of groups contradict the idea of prayer itself? If you've ever taken part in a prayer circle, how has your experience been similar to or different from the kind held by Emma Sue?
     
  • "I declare," says Julia to her friend and sometime beau, Sam, "You are so blessed tolerant that you're going to wake up one morning and find that you don't stand for anything" (p. 95). This is a lighthearted poke at a complaint many people have against liberals. Do you know anyone so tolerant that they don't stand for anything? What's the difference between tolerance and apathy?
     
  • Does Sam come off as being wishy-washy when it comes to Miss Julia? Do you think they make a good romantic match?
     
  • Do you agree with Sam when he says, "More lives have been ruined by getting married than by not getting married"? Or do you agree with Miss Julia that Binkie's pregnancy is reason enough to get married, even if neither the bride or groom are certain that marriage is right for them?
     
  • Before she finally agrees to the wedding, Binkie gives all sorts of reasons for not getting married, including that her life is fine just the way it is. Do you think her reasons were at all valid? Did you ever think that she might decide not to marry Coleman after all?
     
  • Julia never admits to seeing the image of the Virgin Mary on the wall of the church's new building. Is she the kind of woman to believe in such miracles? How important is it to figure out what really caused the image to appear?
     
  • How does Ann B. Ross use the apparition on the side of the church's community center to tie together the novel's various stories?
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2003

    A great, laugh out loud read!

    Having read other southern writers and those attempting to be, Ann Ross gets it right! Chances are you know, Miss Julia or may even be related to one. Ann Ross develops full characters that, by the end of the book, you wished that you could pick up the phone and invite over for supper. She deftly creates plot twists that you don't see coming. Don't miss this one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2002

    Another winner from Ann B. Ross

    Have read all three of the Miss Julia books and have loved all of them. Excellent gift for anyone who likes to read. Again, Ann B. Ross has written another entertaining Miss Julia book. Characters are memorable and feel like friends. Interesting and entertaining story line. Hope Ms. Ross will continue to entertain with more Miss Julia books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2012

    Generation gap

    For the few of us who understand what used to be accepted and what it is like today, we can understand what Miss Julia is going through. As ever lots of laughs, but issues that is understandable in todays world. Ross does a good job in making Miss Julia want to pull her hair out in trying to get a young couple married. Again a good relaxing read.

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