Daniel Ehrenhaft
Daniel Ehrenhaft is the author of several dozen books for children and young adults—so many books, in fact, that he has lost count. He has often written under the pseudonym Daniel Parker (his middle name, which is easier to spell and pronounce than his last), and occasionally Erin Haft. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife Jessica, as well as a scruffy dog named Gibby and a psychotic cat named Bootsy. When he isn't writing, he tirelessly travels the globe on a doomed mission to achieve rock stardom. As of this date, his musical credits include the composition of bluegrass soundtrack numbers for the epic straight-to-video B movie The Grave, a brief stint playing live rap music to baffled Filipino audiences in Hong Kong, and scoring the still-picture montage Election Trip. He once worked in a cheese shop. He was fired.
“You don't have to do a bunch of crazy stuff to make your life complete. You just have to deal with life.”
“The whole point of having heroes is you can look up to people who can get away with whatever they want. Because like you said, they've always had the courage to do whatever they want. Right?”
“Reading requires actual concentration. If you skipped a paragraph, or even an important sentence, you could lose the entire story. With most TV shows, though, you didn't have to concentrate at all. You could space out for a good ten minutes, then come back and still figure out what was going on.”
“No matter what, that friendship is real. No matter how much you dissect it, or talk about it, or analyze it, it'll always be real.”
“Somehow, at some point, I'd developed a serious problem. I'd started handling every single situation exactly the way it shouldn't be handled.”
“There she stood. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her face was pale, almost snow-white. She probably hadn't slept, either. She was still wearing the same dress. Her hair looked like a bomb had gone off. She was beautiful.”
“When we were little kids, 'friend' wasn't a verb. You didn't 'friend' someone. You had friends. It was only a noun. It didn't multitask. It was a simpler time, Hen.”
“Please fut up, Shun,” he interrupted. “Shine, I’ll fut up.” At long last I caught a glimpse of his old smirk. “I thought you wouldn’t poke fun at my peach insteadiment,” he muttered. “But I love peaches.”
“I'm sorry, Hen. I still have feelings for you. It's just that my band needs a real bass player now. We're not a joke band anymore. Okay, sweetie?'That was how Petra Dostoyevsky fired me.”