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Rusty Fischer

    Rusty Fischer crafts young adult supernatural novels that delve into the complexities of growing up intertwined with the otherworldly. His writing style is engaging and often humorous, focusing on unique and memorable characters that resonate with readers. Fischer's approach to the YA horror genre offers a fresh and entertaining perspective. His works are ideal for those seeking adventure with a paranormal twist.

    Zombies Don't Cry
    Notes on a Wet Cocktail Napkin
    • Notes on a Wet Cocktail Napkin

      • 224 pages
      • 8 hours of reading

      In the early 1950s, a humble building in the heart of a sleepy little beach town offered "GOOD FOOD," "cocktails" and, a necessity in the tropical climate, "air conditioning". The building was Bernard's Surf and the town was Cocoa Beach, newly incorporated and on the early end of a building boom thanks to the nearby space program at Kennedy Space Center. Years later, Bernard's nephew, Rusty Fischer, would take over the restaurant and steer it through the next 50 years of launches, space programs, celebrity visits, recessions, renovations and revelations. In Notes on a Wet Cocktail Napkin, Fischer recounts his decades in the restaurant business and his particular insights into a not-so-little-anymore town called Cocoa Beach. Along the way he pens the history of not just Bernard's Surf, but the town that hosted it and, of course, the space program that launched it into international recognition!

      Notes on a Wet Cocktail Napkin
    • Zombies Don't Cry

      • 316 pages
      • 12 hours of reading

      « Je m’appelle Maddy et je suis une jeune fille comme les autres (si l’on oublie le fait que j’aime bien zoner dans les cimetières) : je vais au lycée comme tout le monde, j’ai une meilleure amie comme tout le monde, et oui, comme la plupart des filles j’aimerais beaucoup que Stamp – le nouveau – m’invite à sortir. Notre premier rencard a comme qui dirait été "électrique” puisque j’ai été frappée par la foudre. À mon réveil, plus de battements de coeur, plus de respiration. On dirait bien que je suis devenue… un zombie ! »

      Zombies Don't Cry