Bruce Farrington Coville (/koʊvl/, born May 16, 1950) is an author of young-adult fiction. Enraptured with reading a novels at a young age, Coville was first published in 1977 and has over 100 books in his repertoire.
Coville was born on May 16, 1950 in Syracuse, New York, where he resides to this day. Bruce Coville's father (born Arthur Farrington) was adopted by his aunt, where he adopted her surname of Coville. While waiting to publish his first novel, Coville was employed in a number of professions including toymaker, gravedigger, cookware salesman, assembly line worker, and elementary school teacher working with second and fourth graders.
Coville is wed to Katherine née Dietz (married when Coville was nineteen), and the two of them have three children: "a son, Orion, born in 1970; a daughter, Cara, born in 1975; and another son, Adam, born in 1981."
Coville began his love of books as a child, reading "Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Tom Swift, and zillions of comic books". He read "books that made [him] laugh, but also made [him] shiver in terror." Wanting to impart those sorts of feeling to others is what spurred his love of writing. Coville knew he wanted to be a writer by his mid-teens, and by age 19 he "never looked back." His first novel, The Foolish Giant, was published in 1977.
Like a rush shot through you
Everyone is watching you
Told you why I see no need for the sun
I've found a reason to say
A love you light is a love soon gone
If this is it
Don't bother cause this love is a lie
I'm a chemical kid / You're a mechanical bride
When every vein is red out of the blue!!
I held a diamond to the sun
To count the moments on account of the way you
Smile, smile for me
Oh, we're in slow motion when you
Smile, smile for me
But oh my God I've been looking
But I still hold your breath so you won't leave
Pastel red and porn star white
Ghost on the altar
We breathe don't leave
Say that the night sings alone
And if there's a God
Then I'm letting Him go
All for you
You alone
Raise my hands
At the thought of you leaving me alone
What if I, what if I, what if I still care!!
Don't torture me or beg me
Can you make me believe in tiring
As you fall fast asleep it reminds me
Of the slow symphonies behind me
They sing along
All the nightmares you'll see tomorrow
All the stars on your ceiling they glow
But not for you