Girls in Trucks

Sarah Walters was born into the prim and proper debutante class of South Carolina, but that’s as close as she ever comes to white-gloved gentility. The heroine of Katie Crouch’s debut novel, Girls in Trucks, is a salty-tongued rebel who slips the bonds of a girlhood of dance lessons to find freedom in the cold and baffling North. There, Sarah loses her accent, her values, and, in sometimes sad and often spectacular fashion, her way in life. She had planned on greatness and instead has to settle for survival. Here’s Sarah, halfway through the book, self-aware and still defiant: “I have made many mistakes in my life so far, the biggest of which, according to my mother, was leaving the South. Never mind the fact that I managed to spend three good years pining after a cruel man, that I have let a once promising career in journalism go, that I drink too much and have come to like my pot. I wouldn’t say that I’m an addict, but try and take it away, and swear to God, I’ll bite you like a snake.” The story caroms from man to man and job to job, as Sarah struggles to make sense of her life. Just as it seems Crouch has written herself into a corner, she’ll switch scenes, push forward or backward in time, and give herself a clean slate. It’s a tricky little dance, and unlike our heroine, Crouch is up to it. From start to finish, she makes smart choices that keep the chick from derailing this often lovely bit of lit.