Growing up in a devout Catholic home in Jackson, Miss., Mary Miller experimented with rebellion now and then. There would be evenings when she and her friends would skip Sunday school—required because they did not go to a Catholic high school—and smoke cigarettes at the nearby Shoney’s. The moments were fun but fleeting.
“We knew we had to get our asses to church to meet our parents,” she says. “It wasn’t something we were going to get away with every time.”
The protagonist of Miller’s debut novel, The Last Days of California, dabbles in rebelling ...
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