A series of anecdotes that show little discernible relation to one another, and little change in the main character, "Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man" is a light, enjoyable read.
Flagg's style is inoffensive; while not especially memorable, neither is it ugly or jarring. I enjoyed the little details she includes about life in the 1950s, such as the Future Housewives-type group of girls that learns to drink tea and make seashell jewelry, irrelevant skills considering that most were the daughters of working-class shrimp fishermen.
Overall, this book reminded me of the series books I used to read in junior high. I didn't read them for grand insights into the human condition, but rather for their simple entertainment value. "Daisy Fay" provided a diversion, and told a fun story, but, like cotton candy, offered no lingering substance and no nourishment.