C K Conners

The Ramblings of a Small-Town What's-His-Name, Part 2 C K Conners

Things are changing, my dear reader. Indeed, things have changed. The cover says, "C. K. Conners;" but I'm still trying to find that guy! Somewhere in the midst of this book's elemental composition, the man I've ever known as Conners went MIA. I see a familiar face when I pass by the office bearing on the door the aforementioned name, but he who'd hired me is nowhere to be found. Certainly, there has been no extraterrestrial body snatching or nefarious act of substitutionary replacement by an evil twin (I wholeheartedly REFUSE to believe there are two of them!) Nay, nay, my dear reader-something far more grand and wonder-filled has taken place. I must investigate. Now, as for this synopsis, since I'm sure I've pretty much killed your attention span, here's the speed-round breakdown: First, plumb the mystery of one departing; next, submerge into the charms of a tale of one charmed; thereafter, take up the seat that once was yours, then ask your heart how far and how long; throw on your spectacles after that for a letter penned long ago today, and subsequently adopt a gaze small and broad, before absorbing the transformative tale of two teens touched by fire. Let's get to it.