Cemetery Street

64216_10151335982316567_1899162779_nIn a world where dreams are possible and nightmares come true, can you romance a memory? James Morrison thinks so. In a snowy cemetery, James reenacts a childhood ritual, unleashing an avalanche of memories. Laugh, cry, and blush with James as he recounts a late twentieth century American Life.


Cemetery Street has been called aGrittier Bridge to Terabithia

Told from the perspective of James, Cemetery Street begins with adult James reflecting upon Shannie Ortolan’s grave. The story takes us back to James and Shannie’s meeting and captures the evolution of their friendship and its often confused and conflicted entry into the realm of love.

The novel explores the mix of happiness and tragedy that accompanies us as we navigate our way through the volatile teen years and through the indecision of early adulthood. It reminds us that bonds we establish early in our life echo into the future, shaping who we are and how we relate to the world.

Set in Beyford, a small suburban town of Philadelphia, the novel is populated with the people that shaped James’ life. Shannie, who among other things, introduces him to the sport of dodging freight trains. Count, the cemetery caretaker’s son, helps James navigate the minefields of adolescence until destiny is met in Desert Storm. Russell, an aging blind African-American, guards a horrifying secret behind a cloud of cigar smoke. Diane, Shannie’s mother, a college professor dispels the notion of tweed jackets and elbow patches. Steve Lucas, a mortician’s son, who despite bizarre obsessions, stands by James during his most challenging times. After reading Cemetery Street you may conclude with James that “In a world of presumptuous people, irony is alive and well.”




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