Book Review | Just Don’t Call Me Ma’am by Anna Mitchael

Title: Just Don’t Call Me Ma’am: How I Ditched the South, Forgot My Manners, and Managed to Survive My Twenties with (Most of) My Dignity Still Intact
Author: Anna Mitchael

My Review:

“…How I ditched the south, forgot my manners, and managed to survive my twenties with (most of) my dignity still intact.” The subtitle to Anna Mitchael’s memoir,Just Don’t Call Me Ma’am, says it all!

Anna was a blonde belle of the south, doing everything a typical Texan girl was expected to. She had it down, from the food to the college sorority. Of course, there were bumps along the way. And yes, while embarrassing at the time those situations make for hilarious and heartfelt stories now. So what happened when this small-town girl moved across the country to big, northwestern cities (and back again)? Anna juggled all that life and love threw at her, with good humor and some lessons to go along with it.

Just Don’t Call Me Ma’am is something I have been saying more and more often as I creep steadily into my late twenties, and while the author and I have almost nothing on the surface in common (I’m the brunette Jersey girl to her southern belle), Mitchael hits home with all of her stories. From childhood crushes to grown up heartbreak, parents, jobs, and general role conflict, I think that everyone who reads this book will laugh, nod, sigh, and say either, “I’ve been there,” or, “I know that girl!”

This is the perfect beach read. I was eager to get to it, so instead of waiting for beach weather, I spread out on a blanket in a park and finished it in an afternoon. I got several odd looks from moms with strollers and dog-walkers alike, no doubt from my giggling, but I had a great time!

Disclosure: I was not financially compensated for this post. I received a sample of the product for review purposes. The opinions are my own, based on my personal experience with the product.