Dolly Parton could write an oven manual and release an accompanying nose harp album and I’d be thrilled. So maybe I’m a little biased when I say that I thought this book was the bomb diggity. I’d had it on pre-order since the queen announced it months ago because, as you may have deduced, superfan here, and I’m psyched to say that I wasn’t disappointed. Honkytonks, alley fights, fierce feminism, and a tractor-trailer hijacking all in one neat package! So, whether you’re into Dolly Parton, James Patterson, or don’t give a rattlesnake’s tushy about either one and just want a fun read, pick up Run, Rose, Run and get ready for a rootin’ tootin’ good time.