I'm throwing around a couple of different story ideas for this anthology. A couple are more cerebreal interpretations of the word ghost, but the one that has the most traction in my mind features an actual ghost, so I may do that instead. There's just one little stumbling block...which I think just came together in my mind. Well then. Ghost story it is.

To err is human, to forgive divine, but not a particularly interesting story. So Khayyam Barat tells us one about bloody satisfaction instead.

I came across this book while waiting for my oil change yesterday. Now, as a rule, I don't buy hardback books. They're too hard to tote from place to place. I damn near broke that rule when a flipped through this book though, to get a sense of it.

I have few wounds that I can't adequately face, and this book found one.

"We'd all been friends for years, but did any of us ever even like each other?"

That pretty much sums up the last head-scratching neurosis I have remaining form my teenage years in the boonies. Namely, that as a group, my high school friends had almost nothing in common besides our high school. I stood out more than most, but I was far from the only square peg in a round hole.

People give the advice to be memorable, to stand out. Teenagers proudly state "I am an individual!" And I wonder, is that something to be proud of?

Being gay had nothing to do with it really, though that didn't help.

Black rabbit summer is, at its heart, a story about people trapped in a small town. It also features gay sex, and an implied homoerotic infatuation between the (straight) main character and his best friend. The author is also apparently crazy, or at least his characters are, so I may approach this tome with caution when it finally goes to paperback.

Other books about crazy gay teenagers:

*Clay's Way

*Mysterious Skin (now a movie!)

*Dance, Recover, Repeat