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Elvis and Me  
Author: Richard D. Weber
ISBN: 1411605497
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FULLY ILLUSTRATED WITH IMAGES OF THE '60s. On a warm summer night in 1964, twelve-year-old Robbie Donner's life is changed forever. He encounters hate, prejudice, and finally the ultimate evil--murder. In an effort to discover the identity of the killer who has been stalking his small mid-western town, he enlists the help of an unlikely community of allies that includes the King of Rock 'n' Roll: Elvis Presley. Presented with a kaleidoscope of mysteries, he, together with his faithful dog and boyhood gang, ventures deeper into danger. What follows is a story of friendship and courage, first-love and heartache, when Robbie and his friends go where they shouldn't go, and find much more than they bargained for! Travel back to the '60s: the land of transistor radios, souped-up muscle cars, the British Rock Invasion, the Drive-In, mini-skirts, and Stri-Dex Medicated Pads, where Winston Tastes Good Like a Cigarette Should--where Nick at Night is prime-time TV.

Elvis and Me: A Mystery Thriller Featuring Elvis Presley

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A mystery thriller featuring Elvis Presley.

On a warm summer night in 1964, twelve-year-old Robbie Donner's life is changed forever. He encounters hate, prejudice, and finally the ultimate evil-murder. In an effort to discover the identity of the killer who has been stalking his small mid-western town, he enlists the help of an unlikely community of allies that includes the King of Rock 'n' Roll. Presented with a kaleidoscope of mysteries, he, together with his faithful dog and boyhood gang, ventures deeper into danger. What follows is a story of friendship and courage, first-love and heartache, when Robbie and his friends go where they shouldn't go, and find much more than they bargained for. Travel back to the '60s: the land of transistor radios, souped-up muscle cars, the British Rock Invasion, the drive-in, mini-skirts, and Stri-Dex Medicated Pads, where Winston Tastes Good Like a Cigarette Should-where Nick at Night is prime-time TV. As evil coils under the autumn sky, Robbie travels through the shifting prisms of his world, struggling to avert a looming cataclysm with the aid of his soul mate and an unlikely community of allies that includes the King of Rock 'n' Roll. His account of the summer of '64 when past and present, fate and destiny converge is the stuff of our worst nightmares and our fondest hopes.

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LSMFT - Lucky Strike Means Fine Tobacco

Shades of "Boy's Life" with more thrills ....

Told through the eyes of twelve-year-old Robbie Donner, this tale strongly echoes the childhood tales of King, McCammon's "Boy's Life," and Bradbury's "Something Wicked This Way Comes," and is every bit their equal: a feast of bittersweet fantasy storytelling.... The mystery of the killer who is stalking the small-town inhabitants grows in intensity until it explodes in a ratcheting, jarring-melodramatic climax.

First love and first heartache combine with rocketing action and a strong, no-nonsense young girl who even steals most of the scenes from ELVIS and the young boy.

Travel back to the summer of 1964. A time when your transistor radio and a dog named Elvis were as boy's best friend. A time when the country and the small town of Beaver River, Wisconsin were on the verge of change. And twelve-year-old Robbie Donner was also on the verge of change.

"Part of me was still a kid in Toyland. But another part of me thirsted for drag-strip babes with long fake eyelashes and bullet bras that jutted from beneath tight sweaters. Thirsted for adventure: fast souped-up cars and cruising the gut, sneaking a smoke with your buddies--whatever grown-ups had told you not to do. Robbie Donner struggles to understand life, struggles to understand the forces of good and evil. He encounters hate, prejudice, and finally the ultimate evil-murder.

"Death drove a '64 candy-apple-red GTO convertible. Its lake pipes roared as it sped up the gravel drive leaving a wake of dust as its signature. Chad Horne's left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as his right hand flicked open a Zippo lighter filled with gasoline and brought it to the "Lucky Strike" cigarette dangling from his lip.