General Fiction
Date Published: August 25, 2020
Publisher: Three South Press
About the Book:
Friends since childhood, Logan Ritter and Hunter James are now only held
together by family ties and a history of codependency. Logan is a doctoral
student and teacher who wraps himself in work, Hunter's parents, and his
other long-time friend, Missy. Meanwhile, Hunter, struggling to balance his
summer undergraduate courses, a part-time job, and his ever-increasing
alcoholism, becomes obsessed with a misguided young woman he's never met. As
their university town experiences unprecedented fear in the summer of 2002,
each man’s life becomes blurred by self-absorption, assumptions, and
full-on delusions. When faced with some undeniable truths, Logan and Hunter
must decide how to untangle themselves from the false realities to which
they've been clinging.
Read an Excerpt:
Another mouthful of hoppy beer enriches my senses. Before I can even
swallow, I see he has finally made the connection in his brain, his eyes
opening twice as wide as I thought was possible. Logan lets out a breath and
contorts his face, as if he just caught me doing his precious Buffy, or
Cindy, or whatever, doggy style on their Egyptian cotton sheets.
"You're delivering pizzas? A pizza delivery boy? That's just fucking
fantastic. Good for you. Something to be proud of after spending a fifth of
your life in college." Logan is really great with literature and shit,
but he sucks at math.
"Well, like I said, I prefer to say I'm in transfers. I will transfer
the pizza from Pizza House to someone's living room," I say,
demonstrating the complexity of the gig with large gestures. "Without
me, thousands of people would starve. I'm a god-damned
humanitarian!"
Logan shakes his head, looks me up and down, and laughs. Not because he
finds humor in anything, but because he is mocking me. His judgemental stare
causes me to heat up with rage, with the amount of alcohol in my system
I’m already highly flammable. “I am not a fucking clown!”
I ignite and slap Logan's beer bottle off of the table. It hits the already
damaged wall and shatters making a loud, but not out of place, sound. No one
else in the bar seems to notice. Logan lets out a slow, controlled breath.
Now having a look of disapproval rather than shock, he pulls a fifty out of
his wallet, sets it on the table and walks through the bar, leaving me
alone.
About the Author:
Lana Orndorff works as a freelance writer and lives in Chicago with her
husband and son. Missing Colors is her debut novel. As a reader and writer,
she prefers beautifully tragic stories that fracture her heart. Because of
this, her husband rarely takes her book recommendations.
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