The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy is one of the best pieces of southern fiction I have read in a very long time. I would even go so far as to say that it is leagues better than both The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. The Wingo family will forever be with me. There was Amos Wingo, the grandfather who was a one woman for life kind of man, who bore a cross throughout the town of Colleton to much fanfare, and heroically proved to his town that he was not in fact senile because he was able to water ski forty miles from Charleston to Colleton.
Then there was Tolitha Wingo, the grandmother who left her husband during the depression without remorse or apology, who got diarrhea in over 40 countries (she's very proud of this), and tested out her coffin by getting her grandchildren to photograph her inside of it to see how she'd look at her funeral. Then you have Henry and Lila Wingo, the cruel and pathetic parents of the best written siblings in literature - Luke, Savannah, and Tom Wingo. I won't go into too much detail on the adventures of the Wingo children because honestly they make up the best parts of the novel, but they involve a white porpoise, a fierce tiger, and a creeper nicknamed Callanwolde. Another fantastic book for your to-read list!