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Celeste (Gemini Series #1)

Celeste (Gemini Series #1)

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by V. C. Andrews

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He was her mirror image. Now the mirror has cracked.
Celeste and her twin brother, Noble, are as close as can be -- until a tragic accident takes Noble's life. It's a loss that pushes their mother, a woman obsessed with New Age superstitions, over the edge....
Desperate to keep her son "alive," Celeste's mother forces her to cut her hair, wear boys'


He was her mirror image. Now the mirror has cracked.
Celeste and her twin brother, Noble, are as close as can be -- until a tragic accident takes Noble's life. It's a loss that pushes their mother, a woman obsessed with New Age superstitions, over the edge....
Desperate to keep her son "alive," Celeste's mother forces her to cut her hair, wear boys' clothes, and take on Noble's identity. Celeste has virtually disappeared -- until a handsome boy moves in next door, and Celeste will risk her mother's wrath to let herself come back to life.

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Gemini Series , #1
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4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 1.40(d)

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By V.C. Andrews

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Copyright © 2004 V.C. Andrews
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ISBN: 0743428625

Prologue: The Voices Mommy Heard

I can't exactly remember the first time we saw our mother stop whatever she was doing, look out at the darkness, smile, nod, and softly say something like, "I understand. Yes. Thank you," to no one we could see, but every time she did it, I felt an eerie excitement, a pleasant chill like the quiver I might feel sliding down a hill on my sled or leaping off the rock to splash in our pond. When I was very little, seeing and hearing Mommy speak to her spirits was simply scary fun, and no matter what I was doing at the time, I would stop and listen and watch her, and then Noble would stop playing and listen, too. Sometimes we would hear Daddy talk to himself and Mommy as well, but this was different, and only Mommy did it.

I would look at Noble to see if he made any sense of it, and he would look at me with a confused expression, the dimple we both shared in our left cheeks flashing prominently, his eyebrows, like mine, raised and twisted. Neither of us understood, but neither of us asked her about it.

I knew in my heart that in time, she would tell us.

And yes, one day she pulled us aside and hugged us to her, kissing both our foreheads and cheeks, perhaps kissing Noble a little more because she always seemed to think he needed more of her kisses than I did, and then she told us everything with great excitement in her voice, as much excitement as someone learning what she was going to get for Christmas.

"I am going to let you both know a great secret," she said. "It's time for me to tell you. Do you know what a secret is, Noble?" she asked.

She didn't ask me because she knew I knew. I was a far better reader and listener than Noble was, and I had twice the vocabulary. He nodded, but not with any real confidence in his eyes, so she explained.

"It's something you must not tell anyone else, something you must keep locked up here and here," she said, pointing to his head and his heart. "It's a very bad thing to tell a secret after you have promised not to do that. Understand?"

Noble nodded firmly now and Mommy relaxed, took a deep breath, and continued.

She told us she heard voices no one else could hear, not even Daddy, and she could see people -- spirits, she called them -- that he couldn't see.

"Who are they?" I asked.

She said they were the spirits and the voices of all her dead ancestors, and then she drew up a ghostly melange of men and women with distinct and interesting personalities, girls who still whined about their lost lovers, men who were stern but wise, women who were beautiful and women who were plain, even disabled, like Auntie Helen Roe, who had polio when she was very young and was in a wheelchair until the day she died. She told us they buried her wheelchair with her and she was still in it, even in the spiritual world. She made it sound as if they were actually in the room with us, sitting there, smiling and watching her tell all about them. I kept looking around, expecting to see someone.

Whether they were all true ancestors or merely inventions of Mommy's imagination didn't matter at the moment. I wanted them to be as real as the occasional visitors who came to our ancestral home, a large three-story Queen Anne house first built by my mother's great-grandfather William De Forest Jordan, who had laid claim to acres and acres of rich riverbed land in an upstate New York valley nestled almost in camera by Mother Nature.

His portrait hung in the living room over the fireplace. He was stocky, with a thick neck and heavy shoulders that looked like they were straining the seams of the suit jacket he wore. When the portrait was painted, he had a neatly trimmed Van Dyke beard and a full head of stark white hair brushed back with a part in the middle. His skin was dark and leathery because he spent most of his time outdoors in the sun.

I didn't like looking up at him often because his dark brown eyes seemed to follow me about the room, and he wasn't smiling in the portrait. In fact, he looked angry, I thought. When I asked Mommy if he was angry or upset about having to sit for a portrait, she told me that people took their pictures and portraits very seriously in those days and believed smiling made them look frivolous. To me, he always looked like someone who was incapable of smiling, even if he had wanted to smile. He was one spirit I wasn't all that anxious to meet.

Family legend had it that he was hiking alone in the famous Rip Van Winkle Catskills and turned a corner to behold this stretch of land comfortably set between two slopes where once the Sandburg River had run when it was free to race along, unchecked by dams upstream. Now it was more like a creek, albeit often a raging one after heavy spring rains or a winter of particularly heavy snowfalls.

"Your great-great-grandpa Jordan's heart pounded the way a man's heart pounds when he sees a beautiful woman," Mommy told us. "He fell in love with every tree, every blade of grass, every rock he saw, and just knew he had to live here and work his farm here and build his home here, and yes, dear children, my sweet dear and precious twins, die here."

On the north side of the house, he was buried along with our great-great-grandmother Elsie and a child of theirs who had died in childbirth, an unnamed creature of misfortune who had the door of life slammed shut before she could sound a cry, take a breath, behold a color or her mother's face. The three granite tombstones were in a small square created out of fieldstone about three feet high with an entrance. Their stillborn child's gravestone reads INFANT JORDAN and her date of death. There was, of course, no date of birth. Her stone is smaller, with two baby hands embossed in a clasp above the inscription. Mommy says that sometimes when she touches the hands and closes her eyes, she can feel them moving, feel their softness.

The vivid way she described it made me think that the dead reach up through their tombstones to see and hear and even touch the people who come to visit their graves. Mommy's great-grandmother Elsie died before her great-grandfather. Mommy said her mother told her she often saw him hugging the stone as if he was actually hugging his departed wife, and he would kiss it, too!

All of our other family members lay at rest in church cemeteries, except they didn't lie at rest, according to Mommy. They rose almost immediately from their cold, dark graves and began to walk the earth, eager to speak to our grandmother, our mother, and now eagerly waiting to be able to speak with us. That was the prediction Mommy made to us.

"Soon, children, soon, you too will see and hear them. I promise. They've promised. When they feel you're ready, they have promised they will," she told us that day, and she looked out the window with her beautiful angelic smile softly sitting on her full and perfect lips and nodded as only one who had heard the voices would nod.

How could we not believe it would all come true?

Copyright 2004 by the Vanda General Partnership


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Meet the Author

One of the most popular authors of all time, V.C. Andrews has been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication of Flowers in the Attic, first in the renowned Dollanganger family series which includes Petals on the Wind, If There Be Thorns, Seeds of Yesterday, and Garden of Shadows. The family saga continues with Christopher’s Diary: Secrets of Foxworth, Christopher’s Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger, and Secret Brother. V.C. Andrews has written more than seventy novels, which have sold more than 106 million copies worldwide and been translated into twenty-five foreign languages. Join the conversation about the world of V.C. Andrews at Facebook.com/OfficialVCAndrews.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
June 6, 1923
Date of Death:
December 19, 1986
Place of Birth:
Portsmouth, Virginia
Place of Death:
Virginia Beach, Virginia

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Celeste (Gemini Series #1) 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 36 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book Celeste, by V.C. Andrews was an extremely good book. It was also a little creepy. The first few chapters were a little boring because it was all introduction, but I loved the rest of the book. This book belongs to a series and I have read the second one, Black Cat, and I plan on reading the rest of them, also. I love all of the V.C. Andrews books and I would reccommmend them to anyone who likes to read novels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A recommendation from my grandmother..... rare to have a book loved by all ages
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Linda Walters More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It was my first vc andrews do i didnt know wat to expect. When i read it i just couldnt put the book down. They only usauly only take a day to read for me, but so hard to get
Asmerelda737 More than 1 year ago
The plot itself is interesting, but the way that Andrew Neiderman, NOT the real V.C. Andrews herself, put pen to paper to create this story was horrible. I've read the first 2 books, currently on Child of Darkness. Believe me, the second one sucks. You should only read it so you can better understand the third book.
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Kayrrie More than 1 year ago
I'm up to the Gemini Series #3 Child of Darkness, and while I've read many reviews that say they didn't like this book, i really did like it. I think it was a good book that made me want to read on to the next two books so far. I found it interesting that one post mentioned how it didn't sound like VC Andrews didn't write the book herself. The reason for that could be 'cause she died a long time ago and the books have continued to be written by her family. So, it is another person's perspective. As for it not being realistic, well, I think sometimes that's what makes a book good. It can take us into a world where it is impossible for certain things to happen. Over all I think it was a great book.
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HEAVEN28 More than 1 year ago
i loved it just like all the other ones so moving!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a great book. I mean it put so many feelings in just one book. It was so sad especially in the beginning when Celeste's mother treats her brother better than her brother. And what I hate is her mother. Other than that this book was so nice.I loved it. I guess it is my second favorite book aside the Dollanger Series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have been reading V.C. Andrews for a long time. I really enjoyed This book. Celeste has remained couragious over her mother's close watch. Are they going to make a movie?
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was great, except made me really frustrated. The girls mother didnt let her be who she wanted to be, and completly brainwashed her. I would recomend this book to anyone. Its exciting, creepy, and dangerous!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is another wonderful series from VC Andrews. I have always loved these series, will always want to read them.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was ok. For V.C. Andrews not writting it, I guess I can live with it. Yes she is dead and other people are writing her books (her family from what I heard) but that should not mean that her books get this boring. It was ok, but as someone else said I could put it down which is not common with all the other V.C. Andrews books. I am not all that disapointed thought. I still love her ideas...even if it is getting kinda repetative. I own almost every single one of her books.