Michael Lee West writes chicklit-ish Southern lit with a distinct tang to it; she usually writes interesting female characters, and I enjoy reading her books. They're reliable comfort-reading. It doesn't hurt that there is usually food-talk involved, as well. I mean, unless you get really hungry at the mention of food, in which case I guess her books could lead to weight gain.
"American Pie" isn't my favorite West book, but it hit all the points I expected it to. There is a POV change with each new chapter, which usually bothers me, but she managed to keep the voices distinct enough that it wasn't confusing.
I was not struck by lightning-style revelations or anything while reading "American Pie," but it will be a sturdy addition to my little "comforty Southern lit" shelf.
(I'd give it three-and-a-half stars if goodreads made that possible.)