John Dreamer is a compelling and inspirational young adult novel by
Elise Celine that was published on February 1, 2014.
“There are eight
characters in the story, and many of them play a very important role, but it
all comes down to Andy and John,” says Elise Celine. “Andy is a troubled soul.
She is very compassionate, but she’s so afraid of getting hurt that she guards
her feelings and shuts people away. John is an enigma, a good-looking natural
leader, who observes and learns, who waits quietly before speaking his mind.”
Andy wasn’t usually sure about much, but she was absolutely certain
this was the weirdest day of her life as she stood stranded in the middle of a
great white room with six strangers. Well, they were mostly strangers. She could
have sworn she’d seen the guy with the green eyes before, and maybe that was
why he kept staring at her. When a man calling himself the Guardian appeared
and said they had come to make their deepest dreams come true, they embark on
an adventure none of them ever imagined—where anything is possible—and the
consequences of their actions would change them forever.
“Many of us have found ourselves in a place
(our "Great White Room") where we question the path we should take in
life and I would have loved to have a "Guardian" like this to guide
me through the process... This is what I like the most about this book, anyone
can relate to it… it is heart warming, emotional and so much fun to read!” –
Amazon Review
John Dreamer is about overcoming your
fears, your obstacles, and your demons to go beyond what you think you are
capable of to find love and happiness. It’s about changing your life for the
better and living your dreams.
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/john-dreamer-elise-celine/1118612037?ean=2940045681902
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/406193
Born storyteller.
Lover of nature.
Reader of everything and anything. When
in absence of book, even encyclopedia will do.
Prefer the book to the movie.
Photojournalist (there is no such thing
as too many pictures).
Archiver of infinite useless facts (can't
help it, but it's great when playing trivia games).
Fantasy and romance will make my day.
Endless daydreamer.
Road trip fanatic.
Happy-go-lucky kid turned sudden adult.
Music is the soundtrack to my movie, I
mean, life.
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Website: http://www.eliseceline.com/
I
found myself in the middle of a great white room. No windows, no ceiling, no
doors. I took a step and then another, not knowing where I was, or why. I could
not remember entering the place, or dropping in: it was as if I had just appeared. Everything felt eerie, from
the complete silence to the seeming absence of walls.
I
was wearing my favorite denim shorts, white button-down shirt and flats, my
usual casual attire, but I couldn’t recall putting them on. My hair fell
loosely down the sides of my face, cascades of golden natural waves, the way I
like to wear it when I have no one to see and nothing to do. My skin felt soft
and warm, the way it does after a pleasant day in the sun, the air was cool and
light. Everything felt fresh and comfortable, as if I had just awoken from a
very relaxing sleep. Was I actually awake?
In
the middle of the room I found seven chairs lined in a row. They were all in
different sizes and shapes, from modern and classic, to eccentric and ornate;
they were also labeled. I walked beside them to get a closer look and found
that one near the middle had my name on it. It was rustic wood, the design
simple and at the same time organic. It was worn down and aged, like a very
loved object that has been passed from generation to generation. I looked again
at the row before me and thought that, if I had been given the chance, it was
exactly the one I would have chosen. The names on the other chairs I did not
recognize: Marcus, Olivia, Matty, John, Linda, and Roy. Perhaps I wouldn’t be
alone for long.
I
walked around again, and had the odd feeling that the place was moving along
with me. Every time I tried to get to the other side, the way became longer; if
I retraced my steps, I returned to the same spot.
Was
I in some sort of institution? I felt completely sane, even though everything
around me seemed daft. I wanted a mirror so I could see my face. I needed that
sense of self.
Then
I saw him. I hadn’t noticed him arrive. He hadn’t seen me either since he was
standing with his back to me. He was roughly my age, with wavy hair that fell
to his neck, unkempt but clean. He was slender and fit. His head was level and
he stood tall, giving me the impression of being self-assured, comfortable in
his own skin. He was looking toward the other side of the room, getting
accustomed to our new surroundings. I sensed he was as confused as I was.
“Do
you know where we are?” I asked, and he turned surprised at the sound of my
voice. It was then I got the first glimpse of his beautiful green eyes. There
was such an intensity in his stare, conveying so much emotion, I could hardly
hold his gaze. I felt electricity run through my spine as I dove into this
stranger who was inviting me in. He kept looking at me without answering,
making my insides aflutter. This had never happened to me before. So I stood
there, frozen solid, averting my eyes from his, but coming back to them. One,
two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight and a half. Scientists state
that it takes only eight and a half seconds to fall in love at first sight. So
there it was.
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