Review
J-14 Magazine book club:
If you like historical fiction like Anna Godbersen's The Luxe or fantasy romances like Aprilynne Pike's Wings (and of course, Twilight), you'll love J-14's newest book club pick: Timeless by Alexandra Monir.
Michele Windsor is just your average California beach girl, but after a terrible tragedy strikes her family, she's forced to move to New York City and live in a stuffy mansion with the grandparents she's never met.
While making friends and fitting in at a new school is hard enough, Michele also has to unravel an unbelievable family secret -- an old diary that has the mysterious power to transport her to the year 1910. In this other world, Michele meets Philip, a gorgeous and sweet guy who's haunted her dreams her entire life. Convinced he's her soulmate, soon she's leading a double life and caught up in a race through history to save Philip's life.
I was so drawn into Michele and Philip's love story that I tore through Timeless in just two days! Once you've finished the book, head over to our J-14 message boards to discuss. You can also download the original songs that play a crucial role in the Timeless plot! (http://www.j-14.com/2011/01/j-14-book-club-timeless-by-alexandra-monir.html)
SAVVY Magazine:
There is nothing quite like curling up with a book you just can’t seem to put down—and wouldn’t want to even if you could. Enter “TIMELESS”, written by Alexandra Monir. I was lucky enough to interview this impressive young author about her debut book and can’t wait to share some sneak peeks into the story, as well as into Alexandra’s own life, with all of you!
“TIMELESS” will sweep you away from era to era, alongside main character Michele Windsor as she defies the constricts of time and engages your heart and mind. The power of music is embedded deep...
From the Author
A Letter from Author Alexandra Monir
My Writing Day
Wherever I may be, my writing day always begins with slipping on my headphones and listening to a song. The music sets the mood, and through the guitar strings, piano keys, and vocals, I’m lifted out of the here and now. Suddenly the scenes come together in my mind—I can see my characters, I can hear their words. That’s the moment when everything feels natural, and I find that I can’t stop typing.
Another element that jumpstarts my imagination is scenery. I’ve definitely done my fair share of writing on the couch in my apartment—but some of the most magical moments happened when I was somewhere unfamiliar and inspiring. I visited Newport, Rhode Island to research the grand Gilded Age homes that figure prominently in my book. I’ll never forget the experience of coming back to the Hotel Viking after a day of visiting these mansions from the past, and then sitting down to write in my historic hotel room. It was so easy to feel like I was in the Gilded Age world that I was writing about. Then, when I went on another solo writing trip and spent a night at America’s oldest inn, the Beekman Arms, I could almost feel the ghosts of centuries past around me. Normally that would really creep me out—but not when I’m writing a supernatural story! I welcomed the ghosts then.
The truth is that no day of writing is the same—each day presents its own unique challenges and victories. As a true Gemini, I think it’s that unpredictability, the excitement of not knowing what the page will look like until it’s been written, that keeps me hooked. And yet when I sit down in front of the computer and slip on my headphones, the process is so familiar, it has that wonderfully warm feeling of coming home.
About the Author
At the age of 25, author and recording artist Alexandra Monir released her popular debut young adult novel, Timeless. Alexandra currently resides in Los Angeles, California, where she is at work on the sequel to Timeless, as well as further projects in writing and music.
From the Hardcover edition. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
1
Michele stood alone in the center of a hall of mirrors. The glass directly in front of her revealed a girl identical to Michele, with the same chestnut hair, ivory skin, and hazel eyes; even wearing the same outfit of dark denim jeans and black tank top. But when Michele moved forward, the girl in the glass remained still. And while Michele's own neck was bare, the reflection in the mirror wore a strange key hanging from a gold chain, a key unlike anything Michele had ever seen.
It was a gold skeleton key in a shape similar to a cross, but with a circular bow at the top. The image of a sundial was carved into the bow. The key looked weathered and somehow wise, as though it weren't inanimate, but a living being with over a century's worth of stories to share. Michele was momentarily seized by an urge to reach through the glass and touch the curious key. But all she felt was the cool surface of the mirror, and the girl with Michele's face betrayed no notice of her.
"Who are you?" Michele whispered. But the mirror image didn't respond, didn't even appear to have heard. Michele shivered nervously, and squeezed her eyes shut. What was this?
And then, suddenly, the silence was broken. Someone was whistling, a slow melody that created goose bumps on the back of Michele's neck. Her eyes snapped open, and she watched in shock as someone joined the girl in the mirror. Michele's breath caught in her throat. She felt paralyzed, unable to do anything but stare at him through the glass.
His eyes were such a deep blue they seemed to dazzle against his contrasting thick dark hair. Eyes the color of sapphires. And though she could somehow tell that he was around her age, he was dressed like none of the other boys she knew. He wore a crisp white collared shirt under a white silk vest and tie, formal black pants, and black patent leather shoes. In his white-gloved hands, he held a black top hat lined with silk. The formal clothing suited him. He was more than good-looking, much more than could be conveyed by the word "handsome." Michele felt an unfamiliar ache as she watched him.
Her heart racing, she stared at him as he carelessly peeled off his gloves and dropped his hat, the three items falling together in a heap on the floor. He then reached for the hand of the girl in the mirror. And to Michele's astonishment, she felt his touch. She quickly looked down, but though her hand was empty, she could feel his fingers interlacing with hers, the sensation causing a flutter inside her.
What's happening to me? Michele thought frantically. But suddenly she couldn't think anymore, for as she looked at the boy and girl embracing in the mirror, she felt strong arms encircling her own waist.
"I'm waiting for you," he murmured, smiling a slow, familiar grin that seemed to hint at a secret between them.
And for the first time, Michele and the mirror reflection were in sync as they both whispered, "Me too."
Michele Windsor awoke with a shock, gasping for breath. As she took in the sight of her darkened bedroom, her heartbeat slowed and she remembered--it was just The Dream. The same strange, intoxicating dream that had haunted her on and off for years. As always, waking up from it brought the pain of disappointment into the pit of Michele's stomach, as she found herself missing him--this person who didn't even exist.
She'd been just a little girl when she'd first begun dreaming of him, so young that she hadn't yet resembled the teenager in the mirror. The dreams were infrequent then; they came just once or twice a year. But as she grew up, looking like the twin of the girl in the mirror, the dreams began to flood her consciousness with a new urgency, as if they were trying to tell her something. Michele frowned as she slumped back against her pillows, wondering if she would ever understand. But then, Confusion and Mystery had been principal players in her life since the day she was born.
Michele rolled over onto her side, facing her bedroom window, and listening to the waves lapping the shore outside the Venice Beach bungalow. The sound usually lulled her to sleep quickly, but not that night. She couldn't seem to get those sapphire eyes out of her head. Eyes that she had practically memorized, without ever having seen them in her waking life.
"See that I'm everywhere, everywhere, shining down on you . . ."
From the Hardcover edition.
