Life Is But a Dream

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Sabrina, an artist, is diagnosed with schizophrenia, and her parents check her into the Wellness Center. There she meets Alec, who is convinced it's the world that's crazy, not the two of them. They are meant to be together; they are special. But when Alec starts to convince Sabrina that her treatment will wipe out everything that makes her creative, she worries that she'll lose hold of her dreams and herself. Should she listen to her doctor? her decision may have fatal ...

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Overview

Sabrina, an artist, is diagnosed with schizophrenia, and her parents check her into the Wellness Center. There she meets Alec, who is convinced it's the world that's crazy, not the two of them. They are meant to be together; they are special. But when Alec starts to convince Sabrina that her treatment will wipe out everything that makes her creative, she worries that she'll lose hold of her dreams and herself. Should she listen to her doctor? her decision may have fatal consequences.

Brian James calls Life is But a Dream "the most intense book I've written. Bringing this unique character to life and seeing the world through her eyes, with all its beauty and confusion, was an immense challenge that I hope is just as rewarding to read as it was to write." Intense--yes. Unforgettable--definitely.

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"LIFE IS BUT A DREAM is a beautiful and brave and necessary book.  There are scenes from that book that are so transporting, I know they will remain with me forever." -- Lewis Buzbee, author of The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop

“…a vividly and poetically described narrative….”--Booklist

"...compelling..."--Kirkus
 
"...a fast read with extensive dialogue and fantastic visual descriptions."--VOYA

 

“The depiction of going through life with a brain whose perceptions you can’t trust is evocative and immediate, and the sharply observed character interactions will invest readers in Sabrina’s plight.”--BCCB

Children's Literature - Elizabeth Leis-Newman
Sabrina is a 15-year-old schizophrenic patient who falls in love with another patient, Alec, at the hospital where they are both being treated. While Sabrina at first takes her medication, her relationship with Alec becomes intense, and they decide to run away together. It is revealed in flashbacks that Sabrina had a breakdown after a video of her topless at school becomes viral, and how her fantasy world became increasingly problematic as she aged. At the hospital, Alec and Sabrina are caught on their rendezvous, and then caught naked in bed. Alec, whose diagnosis is never clear but has anger management problems, is discharged; Sabrina decides to leave with her parents, escapes, and takes a bus to find Alec. Upon finding him on a beach, Alec begins realizing Sabrina is actually quite ill and paranoid, and saves her life when she tries to kill herself by drowning. While James creates vivid descriptions of Sabrina's delusions, and has thoughtfully included details of the disease such as her obsession to detail, she at first comes across as annoyingly flighty and dreamy. Only at the end is she able to take some responsibility for her actions, as opposed to passively letting things happen to her. This may be reflective of her schizophrenia, but her relationship with Alec is unhealthy from the get-go, from being unable to see his worse traits to not being able to think for herself. Alec rescuing Sabrina creates a narrative arc that will at best be met with a teenager's rolled eyes or at worst reinforce the belief that passionate love with a bad boy will be what allows you to recover from a mental illness. Sabrina does realize after her suicide attempt that she needs to go to the "Wellness Center" and take her medication, but the entire novel feels manipulative and pandering to its teenage readers. Parents, and teachers, would do far better to recommend the young adult novels by Gayle Forman, Carolyn Mackler or Lauren Oliver. Reviewer: Elizabeth Leis-Newman
VOYA - Laura Perenic
Sabrina lives in a beautiful world that no one else can see. Whether it is fanciful colors in the sky or whole vistas, she believes in their power but cannot convince anyone else. Through a series of flashbacks while she is at the Wellness Center, backstories are revealed about a near-perfect childhood and trouble at school as a young adult. Separated from her parents and classmates, Sabrina is drawn to outspoken Alec, who accepts her dreams simply because they are real to her. Life Is but a Dream is a fast read with extensive dialogue and fantastic visual descriptions. Troubled Alec adds believable romance and danger when the young couple struggles to be together. Though Sabrina and Alec are strongly defined characters, their parents are simply overprotective and overachieving. Sabrina's parents do not see her issues stemming from schizophrenia—it would be too hard to admit that their perfect daughter is mentally ill. Alec's parents cannot conceive that their strong-willed teenager is simply rebellious, and search for a diagnosis to explain his behavior. The word crazy is not used often in the book, but seeing it twice on the cover seems judgmental, an automatic assumption that a neurological imbalance deserves scorn. Because mental illness is rarely discussed at home or school, Life Is But a Dream should have resources at the end to help young adults identify friends who might need help or to look for more information about schizophrenia. Reviewer: Laura Perenic
Kirkus Reviews
A simplistic resolution mars an otherwise reality-bending exploration of schizophrenia. Sabrina sees things differently from other people. She sees faces in the sky, heaven between ocean waves and, more disturbingly, a sinister static "like a swarm of invisible insects devouring the scenery." The book opens with Sabrina in a mental-health facility, where she is taking medications and making what the doctors call progress. Then Alec arrives at the Wellness Center, angry, arrogant, charismatic and certain that the medications and treatment are forms of mind control. The narrative perspective is firmly Sabrina's, and readers experience the joys and horrors of her reality along with her. Flashbacks, interspersed with the present-day story, recall Sabrina's friendships, boys who took advantage of her and, in a timely and believable touch, an incident on a social-networking website. Alec, in the institution for making violent threats, seems far less trustworthy than Sabrina believes, and yet his argument that the mental-health system works under an unfairly narrow definition of normal is compelling. Unfortunately, a sudden and too-tidy reversal at the end removes the book's ambiguity and feels untrue to the characters involved. Provocative questions; too-easy answers. (Fiction. 12 & up)
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Dreamy, artistic Sabrina has always loved fairies and enjoyed creating fantasy worlds. As a child, her parents encouraged her, but she never outgrows her fantasies, and, at age 16, when she winds up in a mental hospital, her grasp on reality is tenuous at best. Sabrina is a case study in the unreliable narrator, and Alec, whom she meets in the hospital, is everything you'd expect in a Bad Boy character. He convinces Sabrina to stop taking the medication that is reducing the "static," but also making the pretty colors go away. Unfortunately, Sabrina's schizophrenia is at a life-threatening point and the medication was actually helping. When the two get caught in bed together and Alec is removed from the center, Sabrina's condition worsens. Her parents take her out of the hospital that does not seem to be helping, she runs away, and nearly dies. Alec turns into a Good Boy and saves the day, and Sabrina's life. All of the dialogue is in italics, which becomes problematic when the main character is seeing and hearing things and readers are unsure of what is truly happening. This plot device requires careful attention and can be confusing. The theme of mental health may attract readers, but the style, excessive use of simile and metaphor, and slow pace will need strong readers to stick with it. Save the dreams for later; recommend Sylvia Plath's classic The Bell Jar, instead.—Angela J. Reynolds, Annapolis Valley Regional Library, Bridgetown, NS, Canada
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312610043
  • Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
  • Publication date: 3/27/2012
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 1,439,220
  • Age range: 13 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: 740L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Brian James is the author of several highly praised books for young adults, including Pure Sunshine; Tomorrow, Maybe; Dirty Liar, Zombie Blondes; and The Heights. He lives in Upstate New York.

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Life Is But a Dream


By Brian James

Feiwel & Friends

Copyright © 2012 Brian James
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312610043

CHAPTER
ONE
 
 
I’ve always been different from other kids my age—from everyone, really. Special is one way to put it. The word is attached to me like a shadow. It’s a halo hovering over me as I sit in class or walk through the halls at school. My parents always said that I was special too. Special in a good way, like I was delicate or rare—not special like something’s wrong with me. Not before. Not like now.
Maybe everyone has an adjective attached to them—one they don’t get to choose. A second name that other people know them by.
My dad is successful.
My mom is bright.
The man who works at the gas station convenience store is young and missing teeth. He smiles sideways and winks at me in the summer when I come in wearing flip-flops and a bathing suit under a towel. He is creepy.
Thomas Merker lives down the street from me. Since sixth grade, all the kids I know say he’s cool. Sometimes he’s also funny. He’s lucky to have two words that anyone would want even if I don’t believe they really belong to him.
Special has always been my word. It’s not so much anymore—at least not in the same way. Now everybody thinks I’m sick. That’s why I was sent here to the Wellness Center whose name is like my adjective. It means something other than how it sounds. Wellness Center is just a nicer way of saying loony bin.
I’m here because I’m special. I see things others don’t see.
I see the sky change colors when I wave my hand. I smear sunlight like finger paints and trace the clouds, giving them a soft glow of rainbows. I see dim halos hiding inside the most imperfect stones and I collect them. I keep them in my pocket, in my palm until all the sharp edges are worn down. Once they’re smooth they glow through my fingers.
I feel things differently too.
The wind doesn’t just touch against me, but blows through me—through my bones and through my soul like the fiery wave from an atomic blast.
My mom used to say I had an overactive imagination. —You don’t really see those things, Sabrina— she would tell me. —It’s just how you picture them. There’s a difference.
My response was always the same. I would tell her —I see what I see. I don’t know how there could be a difference.
I see the sky wrinkled like faded paper. The sunlight is ink spilling all the way to its edges. I see the swirling lines left behind in the path of birds as they dip and dive. I see the branches of trees dance a ballet in the background.
Kayliegh loves all of the things I see—or she did anyway. —You have a gift— she would say before asking me to draw her a picture. I’m good at that—at drawing the things I see. Once, Kayliegh thought they were beautiful. But she stopped asking for my drawings a long time ago.
It feels like forever since we were close, but maybe it doesn’t seem so long to her. Time is always out of order for me. My memories are like a shuffled deck of cards, each one coming up at random. Every time one of her is dealt, it hurts a little.
I remember the last time we had fun together as clear as today. We were sitting on her front lawn after school, staring at the reflection of our bare feet in the shiny rims of her older brother’s car. He had just washed it even though there were water restrictions due to the never-ending drought. Kayliegh kept reminding him about it. Not so much that she cared, more just to see him get bothered. —Screw that, there’s always a drought— her brother Eric said with the hose on full force. —It’s okay for me to go halfway down 101 and pay some car wash to do it, but I can’t do it myself? That’s a load of crap.
He stomped around with angry steps. We laughed, because without his shirt on, he moved like a skinny gorilla. Kayliegh pointed at the hair around his nipples and made me look even though I didn’t like to. I thought they looked like pink spiders and Kayliegh made me say it out loud until we both cracked up so bad that her brother turned the hose on us. Then we sat there smiling with water spray on our arms, glittering in the golden sun of a southern California drought.
That was all before.
Kayliegh doesn’t want to know what I see anymore. —Sabrina, that stuff is kind of kiddish— she told me last summer. —I mean, it was fine before, but come on … we’re almost fifteen, going on sixteen. We’re too old for pretend.— Everyone else seemed to agree with her too.
Last year when my grades started to slip and my teachers complained that I didn’t pay attention, my parents got angry. —You’re a better student than this!— my mom shouted until her face turned red. —Your grades are important, Sabrina. College is only a few years away.
How you do this year is crucial— my dad said. —College is going to be here before you know it. It’s time to grow up and stop daydreaming all of the time.
When I was little, they encouraged me to use my imagination. They bought me posters of unicorns and fairies. Everything I had, from my little girl makeup to my glittery pink sneakers, was bathed in make-believe and came from a place where every girl could become a princess. I guess I never knew I was supposed to stop believing. The other girls were able to turn off their dreams in junior high. Puberty flicked a switch inside of them and dreams were replaced by hormones and college prep courses and varsity sports while I continued to look for fairies in the woods behind my house.
For a while it wasn’t such a big deal. I was labeled immature, but that was fine with me. Then kids at school started to say there was something off about me. I was too much of a dreamer for them. They began saying I was mental.
I don’t care— I told my parents. —I like the world in my dreams. It’s a happier place than here.
Everyone else in the world is missing so much and they don’t even know it. They’re in such a rush that they blaze past all of the secrets there are to see. If they just paid attention, I’m sure they’d see what I do. They’d understand how the subtle changes in the sky can slow time. Or how the sound of ghosts is trapped in old records, whispering confessions about things they’ve learned since being carried off to heaven. Nobody else hears anything.
They are blinded by distractions. But I can tune out all of the noise that fills the world like so much screaming in the sky. I know how to stand still even when the Earth spins faster and faster than it ever did before. The rest of them try to keep up with the rhythm until it makes them dizzy. And with dizzy eyes, they stare at me and say I’m crazy.
Sometimes I like being alone in the truth.
Sometimes, though, I just feel lonely.
It’s lonely here in the hospital, but things move slower here. It’s not as loud and rushed. I don’t feel so confused.
Here, I can walk for hours along the paths that carve up the grounds around the large brick buildings. Not red brick—gray bricks that make it feel like an old church or a boarding school like the ones in black-and-white movies set in England. I like that about it. The buildings feel out of time and I feel that way too.
From three in the afternoon until six in the afternoon, I’m allowed to shuffle barefoot over the lawn and through the gardens within the surrounding walls of the hospital. Sometimes I keep my head down, looking for stones with a hidden glow. When I find one, I pick it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatshirt because the nurses don’t like me to collect them.
Other times, like today, I prefer to stay in one place, staring up at the sky and waiting for it to change. Here, it doesn’t change as much as it used to. I still need to watch, though. I need to make sure those perfect moments don’t go away forever.
*   *   *
There’s a boy in the common room who I haven’t seen in here before. He stays apart from everyone else the way all new patients do. His body sinks so low that he becomes part of the cushions. He’s almost flat, fading into the furniture like a small beetle trying for invisibility. His hair ruins the illusion though. It’s so bright and clear, as if part of the world has been bleached out of existence.
I don’t notice people most of the time. They pass by in a blur and it’s rare when anyone stands out—especially here in the hospital where the nurses are all in uniform and all of the patients try so hard not to be seen. None of them have strong outlines to bring them into focus the way he does.
A soft glow surrounds this boy, whoever he is. It makes me want to memorize the shape of his face and collect it like all the little stones I keep in my pocket.
I’ve been sitting silently and staring at him since he came in. That’s allowed in the common room. This is the room where all of us are free to play games, read, or do nothing at all while we sit and stare. It’s a kind of indoor recess. Sometimes I draw, but not recently. Nothing quite looks right anymore. Everything stays the same color from one minute to the next and the scenery is as steady as a photograph. Dr. Richards says that’s part of getting better. She says I’m better when things are plain and not worth putting on paper for saving or sharing. She’s a doctor, so I guess she’s right. But I’m glad the boy isn’t so dull as everything else around me. I’m glad that I have something interesting to watch.
He’s watching me too.
Every minute or so, he lifts his head. His eyes search the room with a strange light. His eyes have the green glow of a radiated cat under a full moon. Darting here and there and into every corner, they search. But they always settle in the same place. They always end up on me.
He smiles every time.
Strangers make me shy. Usually their smiles make me turn away, but he isn’t like other strangers. He’s a familiar stranger. I’ve seen him before in a dream. I believe sometimes my dreams are of memories from the future. Sometimes they are about places I will go someday or people who I’m going to know but don’t know yet.
It drives my parents crazy whenever I try to explain this idea to them.
Sabrina, dreams are just that … they’re dreams— my dad always says. —You can’t believe what a dream tells you.— He believes dreams are only your brain scattering your thoughts while you’re asleep. But mine aren’t like that. Mine stay around even when I’m awake. They are everywhere around me, shadows that I see out of the corners of my eyes. Sometimes they are more than shadows. Sometimes they are real enough for me to see and hear, even touch. Those dreams aren’t dreams at all but windows into other places. Those special dreams exist in the small places where two worlds rub up against each other.
The longer I stare at the boy from across the room, the more I remember that we’ve met.
When I close my eyes I see him dressed only in the sunshine. The clouds above him are in the shape of stick-figure ballerinas with rabbit ears made out of paper. They dance in the sky, high above us as we sit on a tire swing, swaying back and forth. Our thumbs are looped together around the frayed rope suspending us both above the ground. I can remember the way his fingers feel on my wrist and the sound of his voice even though we’ve never spoken.
When he looks at me, I wonder if he sees it too.
Is it possible the dream was his to begin with? Maybe I just wandered into it? Dreams can work like that. As long as we’re the same, they can—as long as he’s special like me.
I get caught in another one of his glances, another smile, and this time I smile back. When he stands up, the light catches his eyes. They shine brighter than the sun when you stare directly into it.
My blue eyes are shimmering stones just below the surface of clear water when I stare at him. Once his eyes and mine meet, the two colors make a halo around us the way clouds can sometimes make a ring around a bright moon.
There is a split second before he speaks when his mouth rests open in the shape of a pink oval. I see not only words waiting to come out but also the entire story of his life wanting to be woven together with mine. As he exhales, I hold my breath.
Hi— he says, saying that one word as if he’s said the same thing to me every morning of every day he’s ever lived. —I’m Alec.
I know he’s waiting for me to talk and it makes me smile. He can’t see it though. I’ve brought my hand up to my mouth and placed the sleeve of my sweatshirt neatly between my lips. Then, slowly, the purple fabric falls from my mouth and I tell him —I’m Sabrina.—
He makes a quick movement. Flicks the ends of his hair before he speaks again. —I’ve sort of noticed you staring at me. Thought I’d come over and make sure you weren’t a psycho or anything.
My eyes grow bigger and I shake my head nervously.
Sorry. Bad joke— he says.
Oh— I say, letting my breath out quickly. —I guess … I didn’t get it, that’s all.
Forget it. It was dumb— he says, tilting his head up toward the ceiling. —It’s just that I was watching and you don’t seem like the others. You don’t seem crazy. That’s all I was trying to say.
I’m not— I say. —At least … I don’t think I am anyway.—
Yeah, I don’t think you are either— Alec says.
How can you tell?— I ask him.
Because you actually understand the words coming out of my mouth. Most of the kids here … it’s like they’re from another planet. I’ve tried talking to some of them, but I don’t get very far.— He raises his eyebrows and looks from side to side as he says it, but none of the kids nearby return his glance.
Oh … yeah— I say softly, sadly. I know the ones he’s talking about. Ones like the girl at the table next to me with heavy circles under her eyes like she’s been awake for days. Her mouth is always moving. Talking to someone who isn’t there. There are a lot of kids like her here. They scare me a little. That’s why most of the time I try not to talk to anybody.
They don’t scare Alec though. From the way he looks at them, I get the feeling they simply frustrate him.
Mind if I sit down?— he asks, kicking gently at the empty chair across from where I am. —I won’t bite, I swear. The medicine I’m on makes sure of that. Or, so they tell me.—
This time I know he’s kidding and I nearly laugh except that it seems so out of place in this room. I cover it quietly with a cough instead. He covers his with the sound of the chair’s metal legs scratching over the floorboards.
Once he’s sitting down, he is just as I remember. The bend of his elbow on the table is familiar. So is the way his chin rests in his palm. The bright morning light shining in from the window to touch his face at just the right angle is exactly how it was on the tire swing when the sky changed colors each time we pumped our legs to go higher. The memory sends shivers through me.
So, how long have you been here?— he asks.
I’m not really sure— I say. —Sometime after the start of the school year, I know that. Sometimes it feels like a long time ago and other times it seems like it just happened. I lose track of time easily. It’s part of why I’m here, I guess.
Consider yourself lucky. I’ve only been here a few days and it drags … so … slow— he says, spacing out his words. —All these stupid tests they’re giving me, it’s like spending three straight days at the dentist, you know what I mean?
The tests stop— I say. —I mean, once they know what’s wrong.
Alec rolls his eyes. —You know what the real problem is?— he says. —Maybe there’s nothing wrong to begin with.
They say … that I live in my own thoughts too much— I say, putting it as gently as I can. I’m still not comfortable with the word they use—with saying I’m schizophrenic. I’m not even sure it’s true.
What does that mean? You daydream?— he asks.
Sometimes— I say.
Me too— he says. —Sometimes, I just think up stories and get lost in them. Beats being stuck listening to some teacher talk about algebra.
Yeah— I say. —They say I do it too much though … and too often.
You know what? I bet if you told them it was because you wanted to be an actress, like every other girl within a hundred miles of L.A., they’d encourage you. The problem is that you’re probably different from those girls and that’s what bothers them. I bet they put you here for the same reason I’m here … because you aren’t exactly like all the other brain-dead teenagers walking through the malls. Am I right?
I shrug one shoulder and look away.
I’ve never really been like everybody else— I admit.
Thank God for that, right!— he says, tapping his fingers on the table in applause. It startles the whispering girl at the next table. She stops mumbling for a second, twists her hair tightly around her finger too, but Alec never looks over at her. His eyes never stray from mine and it’s like we’re the only two people in the world for him. —I mean, why would anyone ever want to be like everybody else? But you see, that’s what places like this are all about. Robot factories. All of the defect models are sent here for new programming until they get everybody thinking the same way and sharing the same opinions. You know what I mean?
I’ve never thought about it— I say. —Not like that.
Maybe you should start— he says. —They’ll zap away those daydreams of yours, just watch.
Do you think they can?— I ask, suddenly alarmed.
Only if you let them— he says. —They won’t change me though. Know why?
Why?
Because I know what they’re up to, and like they say, knowing is half the battle.— He pauses then and smiles. —Also, I have superpowers.
I bite my lip for a second because I know a boy in my group session who believes he can blink people into and out of paintings and he seems crazy to me. But then Alec raises his eyebrows twice and winks. —You’re kidding?— I say, and we both laugh.
Of course— he says. —But I wish I did. I could straighten some things out in this world if I did, that’s for sure.
When he’s finished talking, his eyes flash in annoyance as he nods in the direction of the door. I turn my head and see one of the nurses standing there. Her blue scrubs make her look like a crayon. Her white sneakers are like clouds squashed under her. I don’t recognize her. She’s not one of the nurses who come for me. Nurse Abrams says I won’t ever know all of the nurses because they have different units working different shifts to cover the patients who all have very different needs. That was her word. Needs. But I know it’s like so many other words here that are used instead of saying sick.
Alec? It’s time— the nurse says, and I wish I could wave my hand to make the words vanish.
Alec blows his breath out slow and angry. —Got to go— he says, pushing the chair away as he stands up. —Can’t wait to see what they have lined up for me today. A little shock therapy, maybe? Or worse, they’ll probably just talk me to death like usual.
Wait— I whisper desperately because I don’t want him to go. There are so many things I want to ask him.
His hand is still flat on the table and I cover it with my palm.
His skin is warm and mine is ice—they meet with electricity.
He looks at me curiously, but doesn’t pull away. His fingers yield to mine and I squeeze his hand. Our eyes meet and hold their glances. When he smiles, I have all the answers I need. Alec is the same as me—special like me.
The nurse grows impatient and clears her throat. She clicks her fingernails against the open door and calls for him again because everything here runs on a schedule.
Alec takes a sideways step away from me and bows his head slightly. —Nice meeting you, Sabrina— he says, slipping his hand free. —I’ll see you again soon.
Leaving the room, he half turns and waves at me.
I wave back, but he’s already looking away.
In a few minutes a nurse will come to take me to my meeting with Dr. Richards. Until then, I pull my knees up to my chest, hold them close, and feel different than I’ve ever felt before because Alec really believes me when I say that I’m not crazy.


 
Copyright © 2012 by Brian James


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  • Posted March 28, 2012

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    Mr. James tells a beautiful story about a girl with schizophreni

    Mr. James tells a beautiful story about a girl with schizophrenia who is afraid of losing herself if she loses the world she's lived in for so long. The world she lives in is painted by her hands in different colors and leads to heaven through a spot where the sun touches the ocean. She builds fairy coves and escapes the world through memories of the past. But she escapes too often, wanders away, loses all sense of time and space and finds herself unable to cope with the chaos of the real world.

    This story is told from Sabrina's point of view. She has schizophrenia and is in a Wellness Center to get better. But there, she meets Alec who convinces her that everyone else is crazy and they are the sane ones. With that, he teaches her not to take her medication and the little bit of ground she gained at recovery, slips away. Seeing life through Sabrina's perspective is a heartbreaking experience.
    Mr. James writes her version of the world poetically without being flowery with his words. It's beautiful and scary.
    I enjoyed this story very much and recommend it for those who enjoy contemporary ya fiction.

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  • Posted March 31, 2012

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    Chapter by Chapter's review of Life Is But A Dream

    This heart felt story, told in the eyes of main character Sabrina, shows us the world of Schizophrenia and the impact this disease has on everyone in Sabrina’s life.

    Schizophrenia has always been a mystery to me. I’ve always been curious about it, and the different severities of it. Life Is But A Dream was the perfect book for me to get a grasp on what difficulties individuals who suffer from Schizophrenia go through, and also opened up my eyes to the difficulties that family members go through in trying to also understand it.

    What did I learn? That it doesn’t start showing itself until puberty, that things can go seriously wrong if not treated and maintained with medication, that it cannot be cured – only treated.

    It was very interested reading about it through Sabrina’s eyes. Seeing how she saw the world, what her thoughts were, and how we slowly saw what the effects are when medication is not taken. The writing style of Brian James did a fantastic job of explaining what Schizophrenia is minus all the medical jargon. As I was reading the story, bits and pieces of the movie Girl Interrupted would pop into my head, with the story basically revolving around life in a Wellness Centre/mental facility. The way that the events and surroundings were described, I could picture everything pretty vividly. When I closed my eyes, I could even see the drawings and art work that Sabrina creates in the book…all the colours and passion of which she used to create her art.

    The characters that we are introduced to are unforgettable and will hold a special place in my heart. Especially Alec, who unbeknownst to him, didn’t realize that his actions would have a huge impact on Sabrina and her story. We get to see a very clear glimpse of the impact he has on Sabrina, and the cause and effect. I loved how we were shown brief flashbacks of Sabrina’s life prior to her diagnosis. It really helped to show the progression of the disease, and what signs Sabrina was presenting.

    It was also interesting to see how Sabrina’s parents handled her disease. What it took for them to finally realize just how much help their daughter needed. And it was heartbreaking to see how cruel fellow friends and classmates treated Sabrina, knowing that something wasn’t quite right with her and yet playing on her innocence.

    If you are just as curious about Schizophrenia as I am, Life Is But A Dream is the perfect book for you. If you are looking for a book that will open up your eyes and your heart, don’t hesitate in reading this one.

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  • Posted March 28, 2012

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    A solid 3.5, scattered but redeemable

    I received this book free from NetGalley in exchange for this honest review.

    This book is told 100% from Sabrina's point of view. And let me tell you, reading it, exhausted me. To constantly be in her world--in her mind--thinking what she thinks, experiencing and seeing what she does--it left me speechless; that there are actually people out there in the world living with this day in and day out. It's just amazing. I have a whole new appreciation for the amount of strength those people possess. Now, saying that (and I'm assuming James isn't pulling from experience, but I could be wrong), I can only imagine the strength and patience and talent James has to write Sabrina's story from inside her head for 239 pages. And in such constant detail. There wasn't a page or a paragraph that we weren't in her head, experiencing the colors or images. The details were amazing.

    Throughout the story, Sabrina is struggling to come to terms with what it means to have schizophrenia and deciding how she wants to handle it. Deciding if the doctors know best or if she does or if a stranger does. I really enjoyed the way James played that entire internal struggle and the way he had the events unfold. To me, it was believable and fitting. James gives the reader great insight into why these people do what they do. You understand it and their actions start to make sense.

    Now, onto the things I didn't appreciate so much.

    I was so scattered inside Sabrina's head that I didn't get a chance to connect or empathize with her. Not until the very end, when my hopes and heart crushed along with hers. But that was only for a page or two, max. The relationship with Alec, to me, was entirely unbelievable. Now, that could be due to my ignorance of the disease (for example, I don't know if being schizophrenic makes you fall in love immediately, etc), but I have a very hard time believing she fell in love with him and he her in a day. I felt cheated, especially since Alec was such a driving force in her decisions and the propulsion in her story.

    The novel is told in the present tense, from the Wellness Center, and then in flashes from Sabrina's past—events that led her to where she is today. But the flashbacks aren't linear, and while that wasn't life-shattering, it was a little confusing and jarring when I had to sit and try and place a memory in the timeline of Sabrina's life.

    Like I said in my little blip for this book under Just Read…, the story didn't start getting interesting for me until the very end. And then it was over. The beginning was a little slow, and I felt a good chunk of the book was set up. It wasn't exactly boring, but I wasn't reading it because I just had to know what was going to happen next. It was more like, I needed to get to the end and write a review. It wasn't bad or boring content, but neither was it exciting or snappy. It was just everyday stuff that kept the story churning at a steady pace.

    This next part could also be attributed to my lack of knowledge of schizophrenia, but throughout the story, I got this overwhelming feeling of immaturity from Sabrina, even though she's a senior in high school. If this is how the disease effects its victims, then WELL-STINKIN'-DONE, James. Well done indeed. Great job. If, however, it's not, then there needed to be some hefty work done on that. PS – I want to let you know that I called the ending of this book (or pretty stinking close to it) by page 90.

    Overall, I enjoyed the no

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2013

    Amazing

    This book never had a boring moment. Loved it soooooooooooo much. You have to read or you'll be missing out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2012

    Great

    An amazing story.

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