Famous
Blake Crouch
Language: English
Pages: 212
ISBN: B003HNNHZ2
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
What if you looked exactly like a famous movie star, and one day decided, that along with their beautiful face, you wanted the life that came with it?
This eBook also contains a bonus interview with Blake, plus excerpts from his other four novels.
About the Author:
BLAKE CROUCH was born near the piedmont town of Statesville, North Carolina in 1978. He attended the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and graduated in 2000 with degrees in English and Creative Writing. Blake is the author of four novels and numerous short stories. He lives with his family in southwest Colorado, where he is at work on a new book.
Praise for Blake Crouch’s ABANDON:
ABANDON would make an excellent movie, switching back and forth between the plain-but-sturdy homes, saloon and church in 1893 and the same structures rotting to dust in 2009...a clever dual story.
CHARLOTTE OBSERVER
ABANDON [is] two separate works of past and present seamlessly melded together into a single novel that demands to be read in one sitting, so you can better appreciate the beauty of Crouch’s storytelling…[O]ne of those books that almost instantly puts you in the mind of a classic.
BOOKREPORTER
Haunting, fast-paced, and thoroughly engrossing... ABANDON is one of the most original tales of ghosts, greed and gold I've come across. Crouch aligns both eras so perfectly, it's as if the characters are occupying the same breath within the space/time continuum. ABANDON will be one of the most talked-about books of the summer.
THE MADISON COUNTY HERALD
Ambitious…the palpable suspense just keeps building, and many thriller fans—especially those who like a touch of horror—will lose sleep to find out how it all ends.
BOOKLIST
ABANDON is terrific…a great storyteller hitting his stride.
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this scene in his play. Jansen’s a terrific actor. Sure, he does his share of suspense flicks that don’t call for the nuances of brilliant acting. But he’s also put out five or six Oscar-caliber performances, and it’s these against which I’ll be judged. I’ve got my lines down cold, so I’m not worried about forgetting them. My memory is photogenic. What I’m worried about is me reading onstage with the other actors, and Matt and everyone in the theatre knowing instantly that I’ve never acted
SANTAYANA The image is one thing and the human being is another…It’s very hard to live up to an image, put it that way. ELVIS PRESLEY It stirs up envy, fame does. MARILYN MONROE He lives in fame that died in virtue’s cause. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PART I - NY Chapter 1 fame and money * James Jansen * goes to work * gets fired * a shopping spree * the day of tranquility * a $100 haircut * the movie premier * says goodbye to mom and dad Let me tell you something
titled “Bad Love” or “Dying for You.” Real subtle themes. But he accidentally lit himself on fire during a concert in 1980, and no one ever heard about him after that. “Why’d you want to be him?” I ask. “I don’t know. It was just a stupid fantasy.” “No, really. Think about it.” He thinks about it. “Well, I loved rock-and-roll. I mean, who doesn’t want to stand in front of a screaming crowd? It’d be a thrill.” “Yeah. To have everyone know you and love you. Doesn’t it ever make you sad being
I should never have—” “It’s fine. Look, I thought a lot about our talk out on the soccer field. Especially after I never saw you yesterday, and you didn’t come home last night.” Bo looks at me the way only he looks at me. Sometimes, I think he’s the only person in the world who loves me. “I don’t know what’s going on with you right now, Lance. I don’t know why you came out here. Why you’re leaving now. I love you. You know that. You know that?” I nod yes. “Maybe I’m off base here, but I’m just
ham—cold and hard as ore. A pot of beans have frozen in their broth. The cake feels more like pumice than sponge, and two jagged glass stems still stand upright, the wine having frozen and shattered the crystal cups. Outside again, back with his pack train, he shouts, turning slowly in the middle of the street so the words carry in all directions. “Anyone here?” His voice and the fading echo of it sound so small rising against the vast, indifferent sweep of wilderness. The sky dims. Snow