LOOKING FOR SALVATION AT THE DAIRY QUEEN

Gilmore’s debut novel about a young girl coming of age in a small Southern town.

Ringgold, Ga., is a town as small and Southern as they come. Growing up in the 1970s, the preacher’s daughter, Catherine Grace Cline, dreams of becoming a big-city success as she licks countless Dilly Bars atop the picnic table at the Dairy Queen. The local, Southern-as-pecan-pie dialogue and apparently mandatory use of two first names for every man, woman and child, sound about as flaky as church-going matriarch Ida Belle Fletcher’s baptism-day brownies. However, the town comes to life through vivid, albeit unoriginal, characters. The spoiled classmate with a perfectly placed barrette, the town gossip, the beautiful Sunday school teacher and the bookish sister, while entertaining, are too prosaic to be engaging. Though the Church plays a motivating role—Catherine’s deeply religious and charismatic father raises her and her sister on biblical parables—the story never delves into a profound discussion of faith. Catherine finds herself in a conflicting relationship with God throughout her youth, but the narrative sticks mainly to pat revelations. As Catherine grows older, Gilmore struggles to maintain a consistent narrative voice, which jarringly jumps from girlish to womanly. Even with the unladylike qualities of a fiery temper and a quick mouth, Catherine manages to win the love of the most popular boy in town, but as many female protagonists have done before her, she originally shuns him to pursue her own dreams. On her 18th birthday, Catherine escapes to Atlanta, only to be called back home by tragedy. In a not-so-surprising twist, the author delivers the same lesson we’ve heard before: the greatest journeys are those that lead you home again.

Nothing new here.