Title: Dream On
Author: M. Kircher
Genre: Paranormal, Romance
Pages: 213( ebook)
Publisher: Astraea Press http://www.astraeapress.com/
Author’s page: http://mkircher.com/
Emily Del Monte is has big secret about her and her mom. Her mother is very successful writer, but Emily has heavy burden on her shoulders. She and her mother are daydreamers they can go sleeps whenever they want and explore their dreams. This could be fun and extremely dangerous. After big tragedy in their family Emily’s mom is often in her dreams than in reality and Emily must do everything and suppose not to have closest friends. One day good looking guy, named Gabe went in her school and he wants to meet her and be friends with her, because he is fan of her mom. Emily can’t take risk and stay away from him, but this isn’t easy.
This book really shakes my world of dreams. I finish reading it late in night and I couldn’t sleep, than I remember one anecdote about one very wiser man, Socrates before his death he tells to his friends that if he dies that will be relief, cause if life after death exist that will be relief, if not and he will be turned into nothing that will be relief ether with that thought I fall asleep. I don’t why I telling you that.
Emily and other characters as Gabe, her mom Lily are very likeable and it’s easy to believe in this story told by Emily. I like very much this girl, she is cute, brave and she takes responsibilities as grown up girl.
This book is about responsibilities, parenting and first love.
This book was provided by author in exchange of honest review.
My rating 4/5(great book)
Author Bio: M. KIRCHER graduated with a B.A. in Fine Arts from Gordon College. She devours YA, science fiction, fantasy, and romance on a regular basis and is immensely happy to pour her time and energy into creating stories for other people to enjoy. Bob Ross and J.R.R. Tolkien tie for her two favorite people of all time. M. Kircher lives in Connecticut with her husband, energetic son, and new baby girl.
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Dream-On-M-Kircher-ebook/dp/B00JUA2ICY
Amazon Author Profile: http://www.amazon.com/M.-Kircher/e/B00E8AKEGI
Tagline: Love is dangerous for Emily, even in her dreams.
Tiny shafts of sunlight stream down from the treetops above us, forming small rings that illuminate the red pine-covered ground below. It’s weird how quiet it is here. There are none of the sounds you’d normally associate with a forest, like the scurrying tread of small animals or the soft breeze rustling through the trees. Everything is completely still.
I rest my forehead against the warm bark of the tree and try to calm my racing thoughts. How do I get us out of this mess? Mom and Evan aren’t here with Gabe and me. At least, as far as I can tell, they aren’t here, and we don’t have any time to find them. Evan and Gabe need to wake up now, or they could die. It’s so simple, yet so complicated. Do I save Gabe’s life? Or do I continue to risk killing him and try to save everyone? If I pull Gabe out, I could risk losing both Mom and Evan inside this dream. I have no idea if Mom’s recognition of me was a moment’s clarity, or something more lasting. I might never be able to locate her and Evan again.
A sob rises in my throat. I can’t help it. I’m so tired and overwhelmed, and we’re all so deeply in trouble. Despite my best efforts, the sob escapes, and then I can’t seem to stop another one from bursting out of my mouth. And then another one. Huge, wrenching cries tear through me, and I double over, my face in my hands, as the tears stream through my fingertips.
It’s all just too much.
I hear Gabe come to stand beside me, and before I can protest, he draws me back into his arms. I can’t seem to stop crying. I’m so embarrassed, but I just can’t stop.
His rough fingers catch the bottom of my chin, and slowly he tilts my face up toward his, so we’re gazing into each other’s eyes. My breath hitches, and it’s not just from all the crying.
“I’m sorry, Em,” Gabe whispers, his soft words loud in the silence surrounding us. “But there’s no one I’d rather be with right now than you.”
“Mom,” I whisper softly and give her shoulders a shake. But her eyes remain closed; her lips are half-parted and turned slightly up at the corners as if she’s gazing at something wonderful. Maybe she is.
I sigh and lean in a little closer to her face. “Mom, are you just taking a nap?” I ask in a slightly louder voice and poke her cheek with my index finger. When she still doesn’t move, my temper snaps. “Wake uuuuppp!” I yell right into her ear.
There’s no response.
Great, I’ve lost her again. Feeling in the pit of my stomach that days of loneliness and silence are looming before me, I give up and back away from the bed.
I try not to blame her. Shoot, if there weren’t bills to pay, books to write, groceries to buy, and school to attend, I’d let myself get lost in there for a couple of days too. But somebody has to take care of things out here in the real world; somebody has to make sure we stay together.
I tuck the embroidered sheet tighter around Mom’s slender shoulders and bend to brush my lips on her forehead. Her shallow, measured breaths feel like a light wind blowing across my face. She doesn’t stir at my kiss. Her head lays unmoving on the pillow, her white eyelashes fanning themselves over two porcelain cheeks and long, golden hair framing her face like a halo.
I push myself off the bed, the soles of my sneakers making scuffling noises as I drag them across the soft, cream-colored carpet that covers the floor of Mom’s bedroom. It’s not as if I need to keep quiet though — a herd of wild elephants won’t wake her up now, not until she decides she wants to be awake.
And who knows how long that will be this time.