The King of Castle Hill

I don't know what to write here. This is a novel about suburbia, faith, and a guy that I didn't like very much for most of the writing process. There aren't any explosions, or deep, dark family secrets. And it's set in the upper Midwest. Books about people looking for meaning (which I guess is the best description I can come up with) are supposed to be set in the middle of war zones, or at least in New York. On the other hand, it's my second effort, and it's not a story about a writer trying to write a book. That should count for something.