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Dan Ahearn
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I don't know what a blog does but I am rather well-read, having nearly 400 thousand hits on Wattpad for my novel Dark Beach. It's a YA novel, but I have three other books, Worship You, Shoot the Moon, and Sphinx, which would (should?) appeal to adults. (I suppose) I never got the hang of Goodreads and so I am following their suggestions here. Talk to me!
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Bad August
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1987
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2 editions
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Dark Beach
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2012
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2 editions
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In the time of war
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2002
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Symbols of America
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2004
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Black Light
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1991
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3 editions
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Un fichu moi d'Aout
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1987
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Raben schwarzer August
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1990
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Shoot the Moon
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2012
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2 editions
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Macmillan/McGraw-Hill Reading, The Lost Report, Benchmark 40
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High School Confidential
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“Get real. They’ll try to kill us no matter what. I can find out how to open the files from Mickey. You may be impressed with this genius shit but you should really find out what a mess his head is. The right drugs, he’ll cut his own throat and forget why he’s bleeding." That was an interesting choice of metaphor.”
― Shoot the Moon
― Shoot the Moon
“Veeva should count her blessings. Three years ago it was cocaine and a year ago it was crack and lemme tell you, that stuff you got to have. You do anything for that high." He laughed again, savoring his memories. "Where do you think the furniture went? Up my nose, that’s where. She finally had me carted out of here screaming like an insane man. Spent some time in Bellevue with little sparkly bugs coming out my orifices. Compared to that being a drunk is practically a sensible existence.”
― Shoot the Moon
― Shoot the Moon
“This was the move that was supposed to sweep me away. She seemed a little out of practice. I guess life with Charley Royce hadn’t exactly been the third reel of The English Patient. It had to be bad if Mickey Dolan was your back-up. Not to put Mickey down but he didn’t strike me as the lover-boy type. Especially when he took out his teeth. The last time Mickey thought about pleasing anybody but himself was just before he discovered how to sniff glue.”
― Shoot the Moon
― Shoot the Moon
“Anyway, it was big and I set up the trickiest structure. Accounts all over the world and money flying around like... The right mix of drugs and Remy Martin. Like a big whirl of light and money, pulsating like it was alive, like one of those glowing jellyfish things deep in the ocean."
His voice softened and the distance that was always between Mickey and the world melted away as he spoke. I had the first glimpse into what passed for Mickey’s soul: a love for illegal mathematics.”
― Shoot the Moon
His voice softened and the distance that was always between Mickey and the world melted away as he spoke. I had the first glimpse into what passed for Mickey’s soul: a love for illegal mathematics.”
― Shoot the Moon
“I knew what Charley would do. He would spend the evening drinking himself into the mindset of a cinder block. If they had given him as much as a hundred bucks, it would be a long night.”
― Shoot the Moon
― Shoot the Moon
“Get real. They’ll try to kill us no matter what. I can find out how to open the files from Mickey. You may be impressed with this genius shit but you should really find out what a mess his head is. The right drugs, he’ll cut his own throat and forget why he’s bleeding." That was an interesting choice of metaphor.”
― Shoot the Moon
― Shoot the Moon
“Then she squeezed me tighter. Her leg came up and wrapped around me. Then she kissed me too hard and our teeth banged together. I felt like a boa constrictor’s dinner.”
― Shoot the Moon
― Shoot the Moon
“This was the move that was supposed to sweep me away. She seemed a little out of practice. I guess life with Charley Royce hadn’t exactly been the third reel of The English Patient. It had to be bad if Mickey Dolan was your back-up. Not to put Mickey down but he didn’t strike me as the lover-boy type. Especially when he took out his teeth. The last time Mickey thought about pleasing anybody but himself was just before he discovered how to sniff glue.”
― Shoot the Moon
― Shoot the Moon
