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Sarah Walters is a less-than-perfect debutante. She tries hard to follow the time-honored customs of the Charleston Camellia Society, as her mother and grandmother did, standing up straight in cotillion class and attending lectures about all the things that Camellias don't do. (Like ride with boys in pickup trucks).
But Sarah can't quite ignore the barbarism just beneath all that propriety, and as soon as she can she decamps South Carolina for a life in New York City. There, she and her fellow displaced Southern ...
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Overview

Sarah Walters is a less-than-perfect debutante. She tries hard to follow the time-honored customs of the Charleston Camellia Society, as her mother and grandmother did, standing up straight in cotillion class and attending lectures about all the things that Camellias don't do. (Like ride with boys in pickup trucks).
But Sarah can't quite ignore the barbarism just beneath all that propriety, and as soon as she can she decamps South Carolina for a life in New York City. There, she and her fellow displaced Southern friends try to make sense of city sophistication, to understand how much of their training applies to real life, and how much to the strange and rarefied world they've left behind.
When life's complications become overwhelming, Sarah returns home to confront with matured eyes the motto "Once a Camellia, always a Camellia"- and to see how much fuller life can be, for good and for ill, among those who know you best.
Girls in Trucks introduces a narrative voice that is astonishing and irresistible - a true, sweet, and wise voice that heralds the arrival of an exciting new talent.
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An unenthusiastic Southern debutante copes with the cruelties of postcollege New York life in Crouch's amusing debut. Sarah Walters is neither a misfit nor the queen of the Camellia Society cotillion scene growing up in Charleston, S.C. But when she and her fellow Camellias try to make a life in New York City, they find themselves coping in unexpectedly dangerous ways-from standard substance addictions to Sarah's fixation on preppy ex-boyfriend Max, a smooth and sadistic child of wealth. While the formula of young women in the big city seems destined for cliché, Crouch subverts most expectations; Sarah almost purposely misses an opportunity for happiness and stability with the gentle lover she met in Europe, and her ploy to ignite sparks with a college friend goes painfully awry. When Sarah goes back to Charleston and faces a perhaps too over-the-top family crisis (it involves suicide and lesbianism), the reader's left with the hope that the worst is over. Though this feels almost like a collection-each chapter its own story with its own narrative technique-Crouch's portrayal of a young woman's self-sabotage and the pitfalls facing young women in a cold world is wise, wry and heartbreaking. (Apr.)

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Katie Crouch reads her own book with expression, but she often doesn't do enough to differentiate character voices and doesn't even attempt a Southern accent for these Southern debutantes. More importantly, she lacks the narrator skill to surmount the challenges presented by her writing: unexpected leaps forward in time, skipping over important events, and inexplicably changing from first to third person in some chapters. A more experienced reader might have been able to bridge the transitions and make the audio feel seamless, but as it is, the audio comes across as choppy and often jarring, like a poorly-done abridgement (even though it is unabridged). In addition, when reading the last moment of the book, in which protagonist Sarah reflects on her life and future and what she's learned, Crouch sounds flat, as though she's simply reading aloud, rather than truly being Sarah thinking. Stick with the print version. A Little, Brown hardcover (Reviews, Jan. 28).
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Library Journal

Crouch's debut novel-in-linked-stories chronicles the life of Charleston debutante Sarah Walters from her learning the fox trot in grade school to her finding out family secrets in her mid-thirties. The narrative is as raw, frank, and underdeveloped as the characters within, each of whom makes decisions that are difficult to understand. For example, when Sarah's relationship with an abusive man ends and he starts dating someone else months later, she stalks him. She also plunges into excessive alcohol and drug use, which only further clouds her judgment. Unfortunately, Sarah does not have any Southern "sisters" in whom she can confide, as she and her "Camellias" talk more out of Camellia Society obligation than from any actual affinity; they, too, struggle with unhealthy relationships and addictions. In the end, Crouch's portrait of a lady lacks a distinct Southern charm and does not show contemporary women in a positive light. Stylistically, the book resembles Melissa Bank's The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing, but the unexpectedly abrupt ending may confuse readers and leave them wanting more. For larger fiction collections. [See Prepub Alert, LJ12/07.]
—Anne M. Miskewitch

Kirkus Reviews
Wry, rueful tales of a Southern debutante's mostly disappointing love life. The unifying motif of Crouch's debut is the Charleston Cotillion Training School, where South Carolina girls and boys of a certain class are taught ballroom dance in preparation for the girls' coming out parties. Prominent among the debutantes are the Camellias, a sorority of women whose mission is to "prepare their daughters for marriage to a decent man." For Sarah Walters and her friends Bitsy, Charlotte and Annie, Camellia membership will mark their most permanent attachment; it seems that for latter-day debutantes there's a shortage of decent men. The novel is comprised of linked short stories, some veering off into the equally problematic amours of peripheral characters including Sarah's brilliant older sister Eloise and their mother. After college, Sarah moves to New York City seeking a writer's life. While working lowly editorial positions, she rooms with Charlotte, a fledgling fashion designer who's in and out of rehab. Sarah's man-that-got-away is blue-blooded Max, who "made money with money." His casual cruelty is not tempered by any redeeming appeal, and Sarah's intractable obsession with him beggars belief. She attempts, vainly, to settle for guys from home, or guys she thought of as just friends but was holding in reserve as fallback lovers. Annie, who never leaves Charleston, survives a relationship with a feckless artist to find love and financial stability. Bitsy marries money, which is scant consolation for her husband's callousness-his infidelities persist as she dies of cancer. Charlotte chooses first drugs, then entrepreneurial success, over relationships. Sarah, finding at 31 that she's"missed [her] window" of opportunity with the fallback guys, has a child by an extremely casual acquaintance. By age 35 she's accepted the fact that neither she nor the men in her life will ever measure up to debutante standards. Gentle humor and sharp observation couched in straightforward prose with none of the preening preciosity so often seen in Southern fiction. Agent: Rob McQuilkin/Lippincott Massie McQuilkin
The Barnes & Noble Review
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. --Veronique de Turenne
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316002110
  • Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
  • Publication date: 4/7/2008
  • Pages: 256
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Katie Crouch

Katie Crouch grew up in Charleston, South Carolina and studied writing at Brown and Columbia Universities. She lives in San Francisco.

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Girls in Trucks
By Katie Crouch Little, Brown and Company

Copyright © 2008 Katie Crouch
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-316-00211-0



Chapter One

A Debutante's Code to Dying

If you are white, are a girl or boy between the ages of nine and twelve, and, according to a certain committee of mothers, are good enough to associate with Charleston's other good girls and boys, then Wednesday night is a busy night for you. Wednesday night, from four until seven in the evening, is reserved for Cotillion Training School, or, as it is called casually among the students and their families, dancing school. The number of students is severely limited. Due to demand, children are usually signed up shortly after they are born.

The mainstay of the school is the Fox Trot, although other, more modern dances are also taught after the classics have been learned. The Lindy Hop. The Cha-Cha. The Shag is not taught, as, according to Miss Taylor, the school's headmistress, it is common. But naturally, dancing is not all the children learn at Cotillion Training School. At Miss Taylor's school, children are trained how to greet adults properly, how to receive refreshments gracefully, and how not to eat everything on their plate. In a society that is doing its best to leave formality behind, this program works to undo modern attitudes of brashness, to teach children manners, to arm students with the social tools they will need throughouttheir adult lives!

My name is Sarah Walters, and what I knew was that Cotillion meant sweat. It meant sticky thighs in saggy stockings. It meant soupy nights in the South Carolina Society Hall, where you were required to wear white gloves. My mother told me that I was wearing the gloves to show I was a lady, but after the first dance, I realized that the gloves also were about perspiration, as they instantly became soaked from the wet palms of boys as we step-ball-stepped to the tinny record player.

I went to Cotillion Training School for the same reason my friends went: my mother wanted me to. This was important to her, the same way it was important to have a picture of her great-great-grandfather dressed in Confederate gray over the sideboard and for us not to be seen in Dad's truck when we were in town. She is a member of the Camellia Society, founded in the 1820s by some Charleston ladies. You have to be born into it to be a member. The main purpose of the club was originally musical enjoyment, but after a few years the Camellias gave up that pretense and stood behind what it really was: an organization whose purpose was to gather, socialize with people of similar interests, and-most important-prepare their daughters for marriage to a decent man.

I never understood the Camellia Society, really. I went to the meetings and I ate the cake. I listened to the lectures given by the Mama Camellias on various topics: the importance of a consistently neat appearance, why one must not be seen out socially too often, the tastefulness of floral arrangements, how to sit properly in a chair. And, if the words themselves seemed silly, the weight they were given by the women in the room earned our respectful silence. We knew that as long as we listened, we were Camellias, and as long as we were Camellias, we were protected. The only question left unanswered was, from what?

Girls, at Cotillion Training School, you will learn the following:

The Waltz The Fox Trot The Lindy Hop The Rumba The Cha-Cha

Girls, you will not, under any circumstances, be taught the Shag. Don't ask about the Shag. The Shag is a common dance. You don't Shag now, you won't Shag later. Accept it. Live with it. Now go on, put on those white gloves and smile.

People say that Charleston's social structure is complex, but really, everything can pretty much be explained by the fourthgrade Cotillion line.

The future debutantes, the ones with balls already planned for certain years, stood in front. The Camellias were one of the oldest societies, so we were first. Behind us were the Magnolias (as old as us but not as famous), the Stonelochs (secretive, a little weird), and the Cotillion Society (only two generations old, so not really taken seriously yet). The next layer of the line was made up of girls whose parents had been in Charleston for a while-a generation or two-but who weren't going to be debutantes. Maybe their parents were liberal, or perhaps their father had married someone from out of state. Those girls usually stood in the middle and appeared comfortable and happy, but a little confused about why they were there.

Then there were the new money girls. I felt most sorry for them. These were daughters of parents who had recently moved to Charleston and who were trying to buy their way in. You could tell the new money girls from us by their clothes. Girls who belonged wore hand- me- downs from other debs, sisters, or family friends. New money girls had new dresses just for Cotillion. Sometimes, if their mothers were truly clueless, they had lace gloves. Girls with lace gloves received no mercy. Miss Taylor would glare at their hands disapprovingly; the other girls would stare and giggle. Plus, they were definitely, for the rest of the year and probably forever, going to be stuck at the back of the line.

I didn't mind Cotillion Training School too much. It was fun to go to the city on a weeknight to hang out with Bitsy, Charlotte, and Annie. Charlotte? wild and inappropriate, the daughter of divorced parents? was the only one I really liked, but we were all Camellias, so we formed a sort of alliance. Each Wednesday night, before letting me out of the car, my mother would look me over sharply, spit on her finger, and rub my cheeks. Then she'd leave, and the Camellias and I would link arms and climb the marble steps of the dance hall together. We'd stand in line across from the boys, giggling, whispering, and twitching nervously at what was ahead: the inevitable moment when we'd have to release one another, reach out across the room, and ask, cheeks on fire, to be touched.

Girls, let's talk about boys. I know this is a confusing time for all of you. You may have strange feelings. You may sense funny things happening to your body. We all know, for instance, that Annie is getting a little bigger around the chest already. We can speak privately about that, one- on- one. I have a pamphlet. You see, you are blooming, and it makes the boys act silly. They are like bees, buzzing around you, and it is your job not to taunt them, girls. Do not taunt the bees, girls. Do not taunt the bees.

At Cotillion Training School, you were not allowed to dance with your cousin. It was a rule, the same way it was a rule that you had to wear gloves, and that the boys moved clockwise in the dance circle, and that you had to look the chaperones in the eye when you told them good night. Miss Taylor explained that it was unnatural to dance with your cousin, or brother, or anyone in your family before you were sixteen.

"What is she afraid of?" Bitsy asked me. "I like dancing with my brother." Bitsy's older brother was a star dancer. At her house, they danced all the time. He'd whirl her around, doing advanced steps, even lifting her in the air sometimes and flipping her over his head. He had graduated from Cotillion already but still got paid ten dollars each Wednesday to assist Miss Taylor with class.

"She thinks that y'all will hump," Charlotte said. "In the Ladies' Lounge."

"That's perverted," Bitsy said, shuddering slightly. "You're perverted."

Personally, I liked this rule. I didn't have a brother, but I did have a cousin, and I wouldn't have danced with him anyway, not if you'd zapped me in a thunderstorm with an electric cattle prod.

Ted Wheeler was my mother's first cousin's son. When we were little, we played together. There is a picture of us on the beach, and another one of us naked with a flock of yellow plastic ducks in a tub. Ted was a very good dancer and won the silver dollar for Fox Trotter of the Year three times. Bitsy and Annie were a little in awe of him. It was only a dollar, but still, it was a big deal, honorwise.

"Do you think Ted would pick me as his partner at Cotillion graduation?" Bitsy asked one night while we hung out on the stairs, waiting for my mother. "I really want a silver dollar."

"Sure," I said. Bitsy was pretty. She was probably the prettiest girl in dancing school, with silky hair that never got messy, even at a slumber party, and huge blue eyes. Annie and Charlotte were pretty too, but Charlotte was dark, and Annie was fat-she already had breasts as big as my mother's, and her arms swelled sweetly against the elastic puffed sleeves of her dresses. As for me, I coasted by. I wasn't too fat or too thin. I had braces and freckles and straight brown hair that crackled with electricity in a way that I liked when I brushed it in winter. Still, next to Bitsy, I was nothing. So of course Ted Wheeler would dance with Bitsy. It was sort of silly that she was even asking the question. Not that I approved, though; Ted Wheeler was no one that Bitsy should want to dance with. I knew that she could take care of herself, but Ted was mean. His soul was as black as summer tar.

"You don't want to dance with Ted, Bitsy," I said. "He's evil."

Bitsy shrugged. "I guess. He seems OK."

She was wrong, though. After that tub picture was snapped, Ted Wheeler tried to drown me. Once, I had to get stitches because he hit me on the head with a Tonka Truck. Ted's father had left Cousin Cindy for a lady who wore tennis skirts, but it was my opinion that he probably also left because of Ted Wheeler. Ted was bad, even when he was a baby, and by the time we got to Cotillion Training School, he was worse. He brought in a BB gun and shot the girl with Down syndrome. He called the kid with the birthmark Freak Face. Me, he hated the most. He pinched me and punched me and told me I was ugly. One night, right in front of everyone, he shoved me down the grand stairway, and when I hit bottom, bruised and breathless, he ran down after me and pulled my hair while pretending to help me up.

"You're ugly," he hissed in my ear.

"I hate you," I said back. I told everyone that I hated Ted. Bitsy, Annie, my teachers, my parents.

"You cannot hate Ted Wheeler," my mother said patiently. "He is my cousin Cindy's son."

"But I do," I said. I didn't like the way these feelings made me act, but the fact was, Ted Wheeler was horrible and I hated him. I knew I was right. It was my own personal constant. Another rule to live by.

Step-ball-step Step-ball-step SHIFT WEIGHT Step-ball-step Step-ball-step SHIFT WEIGHT

From what I could tell, the boys did not have the same silent rules about lining up as we did. They stood together in a huffing, snorting jumble, popping Chinese noisemakers and, on more hectic nights, setting off smoke bombs. After the first few Wednesdays, I didn't spend time trying to understand who on the boys' side sat where. In grade school, boys are not something to analyze. They are, as a collective, a thing to be survived.

A few weeks after Ted Wheeler threw me down the stairs, though, it finally became clear that I had to fight back. It wasn't about just me anymore. This time, he went for Annie.

It was raining that Wednesday. Rainy nights at Cotillion Training School are especially unpleasant, because your hair frizzes and the already hot hallway is blanketed in a swampy adolescent haze. Charlotte ? whom Ted also hated but also slightly feared ? was sick that night, leaving us open for an attack. It was hot, so Annie's face was particularly flushed. A little line of sweat trickled down her cheek. Ted made his way over through the crowd. I had developed a radar for Ted as a self-protection device practically since birth, so I saw him coming right away. Instinctively, I hunched my shoulders.

Ted smiled at me sweetly, so I relaxed a little. It seemed that he wasn't aiming for me. Maybe he was coming to talk to Bitsy? That would make sense, because all the boys did. She must have thought the same because she smiled, cocking her head expectantly, then frowned in confusion as Ted passed her and proceeded to sink his finger deep into Annie's plentiful stomach flesh.

"Moooo!" Ted yelled, causing the crowd around us to titter nervously. Even Bitsy giggled for a second. "The cow says moooooooooooooo."

I looked at Annie's face, which was red with horror.

"Shut up, Ted," I said, shoving him. He shoved me back harder, then walked away, still laughing. Annie's eyes were brimming with tears.

"I can't help it," she said. "I even did the Jane Fonda video today."

Bitsy and I were quiet. I was too angry to talk, and Bitsy was not great at talking during times like these. Still, through the first half of class, I plotted. I waited until the lesson was half over, then I pulled Bitsy aside in the brownie-and-cola line.

"You know what?" I whispered to her. "Ted Wheeler has three nipples."

Bitsy's eyes widened. She loved secrets and could be relied upon to keep them for about two minutes. "Really?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "And one time, I saw Ted Wheeler hump his own cat."

"That's so perverted!" she said. "What kind of cat?"

"White," I said, my mind racing wildly. "Its name was Mittens."

"I don't believe you," Bitsy said, looking over at Ted.

"I'm his cousin," I said. "I know."

In the time it took to consume three brownies and a Sprite, Bitsy had asked Ted about his third nipple. He stared at me from across the waxed dance floor, eyes narrowed. Recalling the pain of my head smacking against the stairs, I felt the fearful urge to vomit. But he said nothing to me, and when class ended, I smiled at Annie and made my way to the coat line.

Annie and made my way to the coat line. There, in the unsupervised vacuum that was the dark, dusty place behind the stairs, Ted Wheeler and three other boys grabbed me. They pulled me into an even darker corner and held me down as I fought. Bitsy and Annie were already outside, but other girls were watching-I remember shiny blue and yellow dresses scattering like crows in buckshot. Bitsy's brother put his hand over my mouth. Ted Wheeler shoved his hand up my dress. He yanked at my tights and pulled my dress up. They had covered my eyes, but I could hear laughing, could feel groping and poking by something cold.

"She's so ugly," Ted Wheeler said. "She smells like a dog."

I fought. I kicked. I scratched. I bit, smelled chicken, tasted flesh. Someone yelped in pain, and they let me up, and I heard a clatter, saw a Sprite bottle roll across the floor.

I stood up and smoothed my dress down. Bitsy's brother's hand was bleeding. I didn't cry, but still, something was flooding in me. "You're going to die, Ted Wheeler," I said.

A flash of fear crossed Ted Wheeler's face, quick as a mullet. The other boys backed away. Bitsy's brother ran.

"That's right," I said. "Ted Wheeler, you're going to die and burn in hell."

He stared at me for a moment before doubling over cruelly into a laugh. Then, Ted Wheeler drew his head back and spat on me.

Cotillion Training School ends in seventh grade. Our debutante ball isn't until after high school, so for the in-between years, you sort of forget you're a Camellia. There's no more Fox Trotting, and other than a committee meeting at Christmas, the Mama Camellias leave you alone.

The Camellias parted ways after dancing school. Charlotte and I stayed best friends, but Bitsy, Annie, and I drifted apart once the Cotillion glue loosened. The same social hierarchy no longer seemed to apply; instead of family status, popularity was based on traditional factors, like looks and sports skills. We were still Camellia sisters, but Bitsy didn't always like to be seen with people like Annie and Charlotte and me. She now existed in the unattainable girl-with-older-surfer-boyfriends group, while Charlotte hung with the stoners and Annie got fatter and sank into the giggly choir-girl circle. I spent most of my time in the school newspaper office. While I couldn't control anything that went on with boys or who liked me at school, I could at least report on them in the "anonymous" weekly social column, and when feeling especially powerful, I could put my name next to protests of burning injustices, such as the lack of vegetarian options in the cafeteria. This was not seen as particularly cool by anyone except Charlotte and the few pale boys I was friends with. Still, I had a place to go at lunch, which, in high school, is pretty much all you need.

Ted Wheeler went away to boarding school, so I barely ever had to see him. My mother didn't do much with Cousin Cindy anyway. Cindy had turned into a sort of sad cousin, living in her big alimony house on Broad Street. She had been lovely when she was married to Ted's dad, but now, my mother observed, she was getting dumpy. It is the duty of the Camellia to observe. She does not insult directly, but instead sandwiches her blows between compliments drizzled in honey.

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  • Posted July 11, 2009

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    Yellow Light Ahead

    I'll start my review by stating I didn't like this book. Not because it is bad in the grand sense of the word but rather just bad for me. I wholeheartedly admit that I felt slightly deceived by the synopsis on the back cover. The way I read it the story was made to sound lighter than it actually was. In reality the biting-humor advertised fell short on me as I waded through the darker tone and dysfunctional situations. It was simply not what I was expecting nor would it have been a book I would have chosen to read had the notes on the back portrayed that darker tone a bit more.

    Despite the above, Crouch did a great job of developing an extremely complex set of characters. Most importantly her protagonist Sarah Walters is as multi-layered as it gets as she struggles to find what she considers the perfect life for herself. It is she that the reader follows from an awkward girl through her coming of age as part of the Cammelias and then into womanhood. It is this dysfunctional journey that shows how skilled Crouch is as a writer as she portrays Sarah with a sensitivity that makes her rootable. Often times I found myself hoping things would finally turn around for her and that she would finally work through her myriad of addictions (men, alcohol, etc.) to find peace, solace and ultimately happiness.

    If you are looking for a book that delves a bit more into social structures and how they influence our psyche and the way we navigate life I think this book would be a good selection for you. Further if you are interested in intricate character development you'll enjoy Girls in Trucks a great deal.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2008

    A raw, down and dirty, must read!

    I was pleasantly surprised by this book! It captured moments in time that shape a very unfortunate womans life. Life is made up of moments.... The flow was great and the characters popped out of the pages and sat next to me on the couch. Enjoy!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2009

    Disappointed

    I was really disapointed in this book. I had to make myself finish reading it; it just wasn't what I had expected from reading the the back.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2009

    Almost a good book

    This is almost a good book. The main plot gist has promise: Girls who are raised to be pleasers often seek to please the wrong men. The main
    character, Sarah Walters, is a very slow learner. I liked her better as
    a girl and the first two chapters are engaging. Her sister's character
    is believable as a high school golden girl who falls for the first man who treats her badly and manipulatively. All this drinking and pot smoking got very old very fast. There was no progression in character
    whatsoever in anybody. Hopefully, the author will learn more before writing her second book. Some of the chapters were so uninteresting and amateurish that I'm surprised the publisher included them.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2008

    Random, choppy, disorganized

    I had high hopes for this books. I love Southern humor, and coming of age tales are usually pretty easy to get through when I'm reading on the bus. Girls in Trucks starts off telling the story of Sarah Walters, a Southern debutante who does not particularly want to follow the 'coming out' way of life. The book then proceeds telling her life story, always turning back to her Southern roots. I did not like that the author jumps from point to point, with little or no background information to inform the reader. At times, I had to go back to jog my memory about a certain character or event. There was no organizational flow. The book also switches from first person to third person randomly, which confused me. Should have stayed with first person throughout. Easy book to get through, but very random tales threaded together with no details.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2008

    Not the best, but amusing

    It's a good read, not completely wonderful but I liked it just the same. I spent a number of years down south when I went to college and I was able to somehow relate. A part of me missed the slow-paced and hospitable southerners. Not bad at all.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2008

    A reviewer

    I went into this book with an open mind. I was expecting a book with hardships, and critcism of an elite society. I think that the author is a eloquent writer and even produced a book that was page turning however, i thought the plot and take away from the book was horrible. The author tried to include too many plots into the novel, and was unable to establish enough of a story. She brushes over the characters college experience, her relationship in new york, and even her relationships with her family and friends. I think that there were good aspects of the book (her description of a southern girl going to school in the north) however there were too many hardships occuring without enough background or effective message. Overall, a book has never depressed me as much and left me with no important message. I felt that this book was horrible, but still have faith in the author to develop a better book in the future.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2008

    A reviewer

    This is clearly a first novel. The author's frank, tell-it-like-it-is, writing style draws the reader in, yet almost slaps them as she changes voices, story lines and themes. It reads more like a series of short stories with characters that are related to the narrator, but not necessary to her story. Both the writing and the editing seem to be lacking, leaving you with a story that is splashed about on canvas with nothing more than a confusing image and pity for the main character. As an avid reader, and a woman who relates greatly to the subject matter, I was disappointed that the story did not better represent or inspire me. Hopefully, a second novel will have better transitions and more attention to continuity. That might be what the author needs to score a home run.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2008

    Scattered and pointless

    I love to read first attempt from authors, I am so often rewarded with a gem that I come to love and recommend to everyone. Girls in Trucks is no gem, not even close. I finished the novel, hoping against hope that something would happen I could care about. Zero, nada, nothing.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2012

    Sad

    Very depressing book and really about nothing!! I would not recommend this to anyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2011

    Recomended

    It was a good book. Depressing in some spots. You want to root for her so bad, but she just keeps doing things that make you think, 'well, she deserves what she's getting then.' I liked Men and Dogs more. I do have to say Katie Crouch knows how to write through interesting perspectives and stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2011

    Depressing

    I would not recommend this book. I thought it was very depressing and overall not good. The story line jumped around a lot and the characters were not what I expected after reading the back cover.

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  • Posted April 7, 2011

    Not what it seemed

    Like others, I loved the synopsis of the book - it sounded very Southern, coming of age, funny, etc. All things I love to read. Instead it was a depressing tale of a girl who seems to know who she is at 15 but loses that knowledge shortly after in a haze of booze and pot and never figures herself out again. Not funny at all, just a downer.

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  • Posted March 18, 2011

    March 18 2011

    did not like this one sarah and the rest seemed to think oonly of themselves the people came across without souls

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  • Posted December 16, 2010

    Hilarious? I think not.

    Okay. I'm sounding really old here, but the worst thing about this dreadful book is that it could actually be a young woman's autobiography. Sarah values nothing and acts accordingly, destroying everything in her path. I found this a most depressing peek into the psyche of a twenty-something. Yep, it's true. The world IS going to hell in a handbasket!

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  • Posted December 4, 2010

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    Different- Everyone should read it

    When i was looking at getting this ook i thought it would be about a high school southern girl getting away from what her mother wanted her to be. When I read it it wasn't at all what i expected. Was it bad? No. Was it the most amazing book that I've ever read? No. But this book makes you think. Honesly I think people should read this book its off the beaten path and I think you'll find that when you finish it you'll be glad you did.

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  • Posted October 29, 2010

    A great read from a new author!

    I'll admit, when I first started reading Girls In Trucks, I was less than enthusiastic. I found it to be slow-moving, irrelevant, and random. Instead of ceasing to read, I continued and I'm glad to say I did. This book is not the type I would normally read; however, it has grown to become one of my favorite books.
    Crouch's attention to detail adds to the elaborate characterization of the main character Sarah, a former southern debutante, and makes me feel like Sarah is my best friend. I laugh with her, I cry with her. I can hear her voice and internal monologue as I read through her narration. Some may not enjoy that fact that most character emotion is concealed throughout the novel, but I enjoy the mystery and inferences I have to make. It is all show and not tell which always keeps me guessing.
    I also love Crouch's wit and sarcasm. Generally, the novel is definitely not the most uplifting, but at more than few points I would find myself laughing at Sarah's thoughts and actions. Her use of word choice really brings light and humor to a somewhat depressing novel.
    The only problem there may be with this novel is the tiny group of people this book would appeal to. This book appeals to mainly to women, not old but not too young either. Given the cover and title, I doubt many men would want to read this book and would probably be even less interested in reading once they had already started. However, I enjoyed the novel without complaint.
    Girls in Trucks may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I thoroughly enjoyed the short-read. It was thought-provoking, shocking, and funny and I'm not sure what more I can ask for!

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  • Posted September 22, 2010

    Oooooops!!

    It was foolish of me to continue reading this book through to the end. I would categorize the writing as lacking in nuance and the story line as rather elementary. If you like to read about sex, booze, cigarettes, drugs, sex, and booze, this book is for you.

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  • Posted April 19, 2010

    GIRLS IN TRUCKS... INTERESTED IN READING THIS BOOK... KEEP ON DRIVING..

    Being a South Carolina girl myself, I had high hopes for this book... South Carolina writer (although now living elsewhere), set in Charleston.... Oh well, so much for hopes. I have been a frequent visitor to Charleston, having friends and family in that sublime city and the wealth of storyline material there is staggering. To waste it on the depressive plot lines that this book followed is something slightly short of tragic. The writing in this book was annoyingly graphic, dismal and went absolutely nowhere... but then so did the plot. If you are interested in reading about dysfunctional, drugged out, alcoholic Southerners - this is your book! If you would like a good story, strong depth of writing and fresh approaches to the often insane intricacies of Southern life - it would not be my recommendation. I am personally not sorry for trying something unknown and new - especially in the Southern fiction category. But this book was unfortunately not a winner. I sincerely wish Katie a better book for her next release. It's obvious that this writer has talent. Hopefully her next effort will be more balanced.

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  • Posted March 17, 2010

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    Girls in Trucks

    I actually liked this quirky book with a real character. Sarah Walters is a Southern Belle who leaves the south behind when she heads North for college. While there, she not only got an excellent education, but she learned how to party with the best of them and fell for the worst men around. As the years, and pages, go by, Sarah comes to terms with the fact that she will never live up to the Southern Belle expectations that her parents and others have set for her.

    The book is written in a series of disjointed snippets of memories. It is almost as if the narrator, Sarah was either writing her story in a journal or speaking with a therapist. The snippets sometimes start and stop abruptly, causing some confusion if you really aren't paying attention. Sarah's story is dark and at times twisted, yet you can't help but feel compassion for the woman with self-destructive tendencies.

    I didn't dislike Girls In Trucks, it wasn't what I expected yet it took me into a world totally different from the one I live in. And isn't that what reading fiction is all about?

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