Each exploit is threaded with earnest sentimentality as the women tout their 12 sacred traditions (though tradition 5, “Mind Your Own Business,” is rarely observed). The Red Hats, dressed accordingly, are still meeting for their monthly ladies’ luncheons, but, thanks to the disposable income of millionaire member Teeny, they’re soon off on a series of wacky, husbandless sojourns-to Las Vegas, to Florida, even a monthlong Bahamian plastic-surgery cruise for extreme makeovers. Atkins, proves that even if Smith’s is a well-explored genre, her adventurous tale of six middle-aged Atlanta women remains a welcome ride. What is it about the water down south that makes women bond for life as solidly as Fixodent to gums? This follow-up to the Red Hat Club (2003), with its references to adult toy stores, booze, 12-step programs, and Dr. A spicy sequel offers an engaging ode to the lasting bonds of southern sisterhood and life-begins-at-50 optimism that will melt the most cynical of Yankee hearts.
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