Ronald Koertge

For sixteen-year-old Ben Bancroft – a kid with cerebral palsy, no parents, and an overprotective grandmother – the closest thing to happiness is hunkering alone in the back of the Rialto Theatre and watching Bride of Frankenstein for the umpteenth time. The last person he wants to run into is drugged-up Colleen Minou, resplendent in ripped tights, neon miniskirt, and an impressive array of tattoos. But when Colleen climbs into the seat...