Sue Monk Kidd's The Secret Life of Bees: Another inherently flawed novel that doesn't know the word "subtlety", akin to Kingsolver's The Bean Trees. It reeks of "debut novel". The pacing is ridiculous - the "big ones" are too in-your-face - the storyline is entirely "contrived" (i.e. contrived poorly). Basically, it's a shameless mess. And that's what makes it practically a classic.
The black Virgin Mary is really something, though. Inspired John Green to put the black Santa into Paper Towns, for sure. It would be much better if it were just a coincidence, though. That would be nice.