That part actually sorta fascinates and repulses me, too--the inexplicable Southerny propriety that would NEVER occur to me. That was my vague "weird snobbery" above, which does need unpacking. I remember just being sort of puzzled with the first book when she just kept going ON about how she was descended from Historic Colonel Foghorn Leghorn or whoever, and how she lives on an Utterly Charming street in Historic Charleston where they all get together for Traditional Events where everyone makes damn sure to dress nice and if you don't people give you disapproving looks and whisper about you to each other. Although this all may explain the murder rate. I'D want to commit murder if people appeared to make up new ex post facto rules of Propriety I'd just broken.

This series is just CRUISING for a sporking.