Southern Fried Hot Mess With No Direction

I tried, I tried really hard to enjoy this. I had hope for the first 30%, it was funny, snarky and had a solid direction. I loved her wild t-shirt collection and her "go with it" out look on her position. I loved the idea of a leprechaun being the culprit behind all the mishaps that fell on her ancestors. I loved the houses history and the back story on the treasures hidden. It had so much potential and more than enough right there.
What went wrong for me ? The story had more twists, off story side turns than I could keep up with. The racist ghost remarks, didn't fit. The extended family that just keep coming out of the woodwork. I wallowed through their backstory's their horrible lines, without really getting why they were even in the story. Then the most horrendous mother made her appearance. Holy Crackpots, what was that all about ?!??!? The leprechaun turned out to be just a minion for a bigger bad who just flopped into idiot-ville with his cheesy lines actions and stupidity. The this world spun again and our girl of the hour was some special other being, yep a special snowflake. She also had the virginity thrown on her label which never came up as being important to anything in the story it was just mangled into the crazy twirl a whirl. Lastly who where all these people and why, why, why did the author muddle her possibly good story with all the extra fill ?
This book was all about unraveling a tornado in a hurricane for me.