Get to know Conor Kelman, a young man coming of age in the 50s. Discover the triumph and trauma that Conor faces every day. Between being misunderstood and not learning how to deal with his issues, Conor is in a constant state of awkward discomfort. Outwardly, Conor searches for something to call his own--his girlfriend--his guitar--a little white house in an apple orchard. Inwardly, Conor hangs from a cliff by his fingertips. The visions that play in his head haunt and distract him. They won't stop no matter how fast or far he runs. Journey with Conor and discover the joy growing within the pain.
Teenager Conor Kelman starts high school in a new town determined to make friends—the kind that set good examples. He is drawn to a small group of students with their own brand of bizarre behavior and trouble. They accept him, but he doesn't feel the friendship he desires. He watches life from the outside as they take him on a roller coaster of tragedy. Parties, girls, and cars will not satisfy the hunger that burns and gnaws his insides. Can he find something to call his own through the music that runs through his veins, and the beautiful pawnshop guitar, Gabbie? This second book from author Paul Keene is filled with surprises and quirky characters that promise suspense, humor, and tears.
It's here--everything Conor wants. Running Nowhere finds a label in LA and becomes a hit. Fans, girls and parties fill his head. Even the girl he fears. Is she following him or is it his imagination? He deserts the band and heads to Nashville carrying the producer's card he met during the fair tour. Billed as the second Hank Williams, his new record, new label, don't stop old movies and noises in his head. Glitter
dims under the pressure of travel and schedules. He can't fall asleep, he can't stay awake. His friend and driver helps him in a way Red Nolan, the ghost, knows too well. Is he destined to follow in the footsteps of Hank Williams, his idol, and relive what the ghost fears?
Buried inside are childhood memories of Wylina and the little white house in the apple orchard. If he could return to that time, capture that feeling, perhaps his destructive behavior would end.
Running Nowhere Quotes
Among the Jimson Weeds
My dad won't take me hunting because he thinks I'd shoot him. My mom says the shit in my head wears her out--I hear a hundred times a day how stupid, how different I am.~Conor Kelman
If I was going to open a whorehouse on this street, that's where I'd put it.~Victor Fanelli
I lied about my age, not about being stupid. I'll be fourteen in October, but I feel sixteen.~Conor Kelman
I been calling him Franklin since he doubled up his fist and knocked me on my ass.~Conor Kelman
Oh God in heaven, forgive me for being a shithead.~Conor Kelman
I'm not under oath so I couldn't swear to it.~ Conor to Officer Waechter
I've been practicing on bananas, but I don't know if I'm doing it right.~Pamela Trueblood
If you want to take me out in the desert or wherever you do it, I'll treat you good tonight.~Eleanor Drake
I followed the sound of the voice I hadn't heard in almost two years. Honey colored hair flowing to her shoulders moved rhythmically as she walked toward me. She wore a white sweater with a red scarf tied around her neck that matched her fire-engine lips. "Wylina." The sound was husky with a ring of longing. We looked at each other with shameless eyes that said more than words. "You look good," she said. "You look absolutely beautiful." The words came before I could bite my tongue. If she laughed at me, I didn't care. She was in my gymnasium, my hometown. "I have a car." "I thought you might be driving a bicycle." She laughed. "I've changed since then." It's time. Ask her. "Maybe we could get together sometime. That is if you'd like?" "I'd like that. Give me a call." An arm slipped around her narrow waist. "Hey, Conor. Long time no see. " It was Fletcher. "I have to go. Good to see you two." I walked away. "Don't forget to call," she yelled after me. You bet I will. I'll call you a two-timing cheating bitch, that's what.