I'd call it: Private Junkyards

Note the personality . . .

From Painted Boots:

     "Great truck," I say.
     "Thanks.  It was my granddad's."  Kyle runs his hand along the black-stitched leather of his steering wheel then tugs his finger through his hair.  "My dad and I restored it.  You likely noticed, but people around here don't give up on their vehicles."
    "Yeah.  Private junkyards are everywhere."

 In the rural west, private junkyards are everywhere.  It seems every farm has one.  In Painted Boots, both Aspen and Kyle recycle things: Aspen buys her clothes at second-hand stores.  Kyle drives a restored 1950s truck.  But throughout the book they both come up against their inner, private junkyards--the things they can't get past.  I love this element of the story, and drew it from my grandmother's life.  She had a lot of private junkyards.  Though she never overcame many of them, her inner battles were the foundation for the many stories she told me when I was young.